"Ma Tian, what's the point of this?" Wang Qing asked irritably. "I don't care about you guys anymore. I'm going to sleep."
"Wang Qing, wait for me!" Qian Xiulan wanted to say something, but seeing Wang Qing about to close the door, she quickly ran back to her room.
"Liu Zihua, Wu Xiaojie, Qin Zhongguo, Zhao Yue, what do you say?" Ma Tian looked at the remaining four and asked.
"Steamed." Wu Xiaojie said indifferently, carrying his washbasin back to his room.
"Boiled." Qin Zhongguo had the same thought as Wu Xiaojie. Since it was already a fact, there was nothing to dwell on.
"One of you is steamed, the other is boiled! Then I'll braise!" Zhao Yue glanced at Ma Tian and Liu Zihua, then turned and went back to his room.
Liu Zihua looked at Ma Tian. "Don't shout here. Guo Ai has already gone to ask the village head. I believe we'll know the answer when he gets back."
"Really, these three are acting like it's none of their business. They should be the ones sharing a room!" Ma Tian said angrily. Was it only him and Liu Zihua who cared?
When Zhong Guoai arrived at the village head's house, the village head was watching Fu Wenwen calculate work points. Fu Wenwen had already finished calculating the work points for the day.
When the village head received the ledger from Fu Wenwen, he saw the table she had drawn and immediately stopped her, asking her to also calculate the work points Zhu Xi had recorded.
"Fu Zhiqing, I'm really sorry to trouble you to clean up my daughter's mess..." the village head said apologetically.
Aunt Liu, standing behind the village head, looked at her daughter's scribbled handwriting, then at Fu Wenwen's neat and elegant script. The table she drew clearly listed the work points, making them easy to understand and remember. Without comparison, one wouldn't realize the vast difference.
She had initially believed Zhu Xi’s claim that the old man was deliberately making trouble for her daughter.
Now, seeing this, Aunt Liu also felt embarrassed, and her anger towards her husband subsided.
Her daughter was indeed useless, and the old man couldn't be blamed.
Since Fu Zhiqing was helping her daughter rectify the situation, Aunt Liu quickly poured a cup of sugar water for Fu Wenwen.
"Fu Zhiqing, please take a rest and have some water," Aunt Liu said, feeling even more embarrassed. It was already after work, and the old man was still keeping her here.
"Thank you, Auntie," Fu Wenwen said with a smile as she took the cup and drank.
"You're welcome, you're welcome," Aunt Liu said, feeling even more sheepish. "It's you who worked hard, helping Xi'er fix her work."
"You see! Don't always say I'm targeting your daughter. Look at what she wrote yourself!" The village head heard Aunt Liu's words, glanced at her, pointed at Zhu Xi's record ledger, and picked it up for Aunt Liu to see properly.
"Oh my! I know, I know! Fu Zhiqing is still here!" Aunt Liu realized she had wronged the old man and shot him a glare. Fu Zhiqing was still here!
"Auntie and Village Head have such a good relationship," Fu Wenwen said with a light laugh, watching their interaction.
"This old woman is too comfortable to appreciate her blessings!" the village head snorted.
"You're an old couple now..." Aunt Liu said with a shy laugh, then glared at the village head again. The village head snorted, "What? Did I embarrass you? Can't I admit it?"
"Yes, yes, yes, you're the best! You're the best in the world! Are you happy now?" Aunt Liu said grumpily.
She turned and went into the kitchen, ignoring him. Shameless old man!
Fu Wenwen chuckled. She hadn't expected the village head, who appeared stern in front of others, to be like this with Aunt Liu.
"Don't mind her! I spoiled her!" the village head said with a snort after seeing Aunt Liu enter the kitchen.