If she hadn't looked at the decent clothes she was wearing, the conductor would have almost cursed her.
"Then where is your daughter's home?" the conductor said patiently.
"Where is it? My daughter..." The woman suddenly started crying.
"She's dressed so nicely, she turns out to be a crazy woman." The conductor said with some disgust, "If you don't want to take the bus, get off quickly."
The woman cried and said, "No, I want to find my daughter."
"He is really a lunatic." The person in the car sighed.
"What bad luck," the conductor said angrily, "Let her get off at the next stop after a while."
The woman was frightened by her momentum, and the pointing of the people next to her made her stunned. At this moment, the driver suddenly braked suddenly, and saw that the woman was about to fall down due to inertia.
If she fell down from this position, she would hit the iron platform in front of the conductor's position.
"Be careful." Wen Nuan rushed forward and grabbed her hand to hold her up.
"Nannan." The woman's originally chaotic eyes suddenly became clear, and she tightly grasped the warm hand, "Nannan, I finally found you."
warmth,"……"
"You," before Nuan Nuan could say anything, the conductor started talking about her, "you don't even want to take care of your own mother, but you still want to evade fares?"
"I'm not……"
"Where's your ticket? Let me see it," she shouted.
"I don't know her." Wen Nuan asked the woman to sit in her seat before explaining.
"Nanny." The woman, as if she was afraid that she would run away, held onto the warm arm tightly, "Nanny."
Wen Nuan really still has no temper.
"Where is your ticket?" The conductor became even more suspicious.
Nuan Nuan had no choice but to take out his ticket and give it to her.
The conductor looked at it again and again and saw that she had sold the ticket. "I'll give your mother a replacement ticket."
"that is not……"
"I said to this girl, although your mother is sick, you can't do this," said an older woman next to her.
Heartless?"
Wen Nuan still wanted to explain, but his arm was held tightly by the woman, and in the end he could only sigh, "Okay, let's make up the ticket."
"Auntie," Nuan Nuan said to the woman as she waited for the car to get off the stairs, "where is your home? I will take you back."
"Nanny, my daughter." The woman looked at Wen Nuan pitifully.
"I'm not your daughter," Wen Nuan said with a smile.
It seems that the only option is to send it to the Public Security Bureau.
However, the woman really refused to leave. As Nuan Nuan was thinking of a way, she heard a growling sound from her stomach.
That's all, let's take it home and give her a meal first.
It's already noon now. I'm afraid I won't be able to steam the dough in the afternoon after I go to the Public Security Bureau and come back.
"Who is this person?" Mrs. Zhao was worried at home when she saw Wen Nuan leading a very beautiful and well-dressed woman in.
"I don't know you either." Wen Nuan took the woman's hand and said, "Auntie, please sit here for a while and I'll go cook."
"No," the woman held her hand, "don't leave me."
Mrs. Zhao looked at the woman in surprise, then looked at Wen Nuan, "Is this?"
"I guess my daughter is lost and thinks of me as her daughter." Wen Nuan explained with a smile and said to her, "Then do you want to cook with me?"
The woman nodded happily.
Wen Nuan smiled and said to Mrs. Zhao, "Grandma, I'll take her to the kitchen to have dough for lunch."
"Dough, I like eating dough very much." The woman looked at Wen Nuan lovingly, "I like eating dough the most."
I don't know why, but Nuan Nuan immediately thought of Lu Jinchuan's words.
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
She carefully looked at the woman and the clothes she was wearing, and the idea in her mind became stronger and stronger.
That's all, we'll find out later when Lu Jinchuan comes back.
Nuan Nuan thought that the woman's clothes were very nice and her hands didn't look like someone who often did housework, so she thought she couldn't cook. Unexpectedly, she actually knew how to cook.
"This chili smells really fragrant." The woman said with a smile, "I'll make some garlic later, add some minced garlic to the oily chili, and the noodles will taste best."
Wen Nuan also likes to eat like this.
And she found that as long as the topic of her daughter was not brought up, she would be in a much better state and express herself very clearly.
The two of them were chatting and cooking like this, because it was a little hot in the steamed dough kitchen, and sweat was dripping from Warm's forehead. When the woman saw it, she hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her sweat.
When Lu Jinchuan came back, he heard Nuan Nuan talking to someone in the kitchen, "Grandma, who is here?"
Are they those two classmates?
"I don't know who it is," said Zhao, "Nuan Nuan picked it up."
Picked it up?
Why does this voice sound familiar to Lu Jinchuan?
When he walked into the kitchen, he saw Meng Wanfeng wiping the sweat from her forehead with a loving look on her face.
What exactly is going on?
"Aunt Meng?" Lu Jinchuan shouted.
Meng Wanfeng came back and smiled sweetly, "Ajin, you are back. Xiaonuan made my favorite dough. You are in for a treat."
Lu Jinchuan, "..."
At this moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"She brought me here," Meng Wanfeng pointed at Nuan Nuan and asked Lu Jinchuan, "Why are you here?"
"This is my home," Lu Jinchuan said with a smile.
"What about her?" Meng Wanfeng pointed at Nuan Nuan, "Why is she at your house?"
Lu Jinchuan didn't know how to tell her, and he was afraid that it would irritate her.
"Are you married?" Meng Wanfeng said quietly.
Nuan Nuan glanced at Lu Jinchuan and shook his head at him, "I... am their cook, here to help him cook."
"How can that happen?" Meng Wanfeng held Nuan Nuan's hand and glared at Lu Jinchuan and said, "You two are getting married, how can you be so irresponsible?"
Lu Jinchuan, "..."
"The dough is ready, how about giving it a try?" Wen Nuan smiled and changed the topic, "Auntie, do you think this chili is suitable?"
"What's this little chili? Give me some more." As expected, Meng Wanfeng didn't pursue the topic anymore, and happily went to eat dough with Wen Nuan.
"I also like to eat gluten." She sat there elegantly and ate the dough.
Wen Nuan had never seen anyone eat chili peppers so well, let alone eat a piece of dough and still feel elegant, so he immediately laughed.
"It's not that I didn't want to say it just now," Lu Jinchuan carefully explained to her, "I was afraid of irritating her."
"I know." Wen Nuan smiled and pinched the cucumber shreds, "Auntie cut it and her knife skills are very good."
In the small courtyard, sunlight shines through the sparse grapevine leaves.