Zhang Zhe never believed that a woman's lack of talent was a virtue. He believed that if women also had opportunities, they could be as good as men.
His mother is very good, so she can educate him now.
"Okay, I'll take a look," Su Baoer nodded obediently.
There are no fruits and vegetables in the capital in winter, and even ordinary people cannot buy them.
Zhang Zhe came down from court and, under the introduction of his colleagues, stopped at a pastry shop. This shop was quite famous in the capital, and there was a long queue even in the afternoon.
"Master Zhang also likes pastries?" A man in regular clothes with a kind face asked.
Zhang Zhe turned around and saw that he was an acquaintance. He cupped his hands and said, "Master Li is here too."
Mr. Li nodded and exchanged greetings: "My wife prefers this company's osmanthus cake. Mr. Zhang has not yet married, so you want to buy it for your father-in-law?"
"Yes and no," Zhang Zhe said a little embarrassed, "My cousin likes sweets."
Mr. Li's eyes lit up, this was a cousin's drama. He looked at Zhang Zhe carefully and nodded secretly in his heart. He is indeed a talented person. He must be a good match for a woman.
"Hahaha, hello cousin. My wife used to be my cousin, but now she is my grandson's grandmother."
Don’t make the gossip meaning in your words too obvious.
"My cousin is also very good, gentle, simple and kind. Unlike Mr. Li, I only regard my cousin as my younger sister."
The world is very restrictive to women, and a woman's innocence is very important. A little rumor will seriously hurt her.
And it was still about Su Baoer, Zhang Zhe's expression couldn't help but become serious.
"Master Zhang, don't worry, you are just an ordinary brother and sister relationship," Master Li smiled, but he didn't really believe it in his heart.
As I get older and have seen a lot, who can say for sure what it will be like!
By the time Zhang Zhe returned to the door of the house, the sky was already a little dark, and it gets dark quickly in winter.
A lantern was hung at the door early, as if to welcome its owner.
Zhang Zhe opened the door, turned around and was about to close the door when a voice rang out from beside him.
"Brother Zhe, you are finally back."
Under the eaves corner next to the gate, there was a man sitting. The man was wrapped like a ball and looked at him with bright eyes.
It's so silly and cute.
"Why don't you go back to the house?" Zhang Zhe unconsciously slowed down his voice.
"Because, I'm waiting for you to come home," Su Baoer said matter-of-factly.
When she was at home, her father would always bring her fun and delicious food when he went out, so she would often stay at the door, waiting expectantly for them to come home, and gradually developed this habit.
Now the person she was waiting for became Zhang Zhe.
Zhang Zhe chuckled lightly and handed her the cake in his hand: "Go back to the house."
"Okay," Su Baoer walked bumpily, following him closely like a clumsy little doll.
The blue stone slab was still very slippery. Zhang Zhe lowered his eyes and always paid attention to his feet and Su Baoer's feet.
Probably to make it easier to walk and work, her skirt is not as long as those of wealthy people. When walking on the ground, just look down and you can see her shoe-clad feet.
Just like her, she is small and exquisite, delicate and cute.
Feeling guilty, Zhang Zhe set his sights far away and looked at the road ahead without any distractions.
"Ouch~," a voice exclaimed.
"What's wrong?"
"A piece of pastry fell," Su Baoer said with a crying expression.
Zhang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief: "If you drop it, drop it. I'll buy it next time."
But they were poor and didn't have much money to buy. Su Baoer was a little sad. What was sad was not that the pastries fell, but that a little money was wasted.
She knelt down to pick it up, but Zhang Zhe grabbed Su Baoer's wrist.
"I don't know how long the snow has been on the ground. If it gets on the cakes and is eaten, it will cause stomach upset."
Su Baoer stood up with his strength and looked at the cakes very sadly.
Zhang Zhe consoled him, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow."
Su Baoer shook his head: "Forget it, this will waste a lot of money on Brother Zha."
She didn't want to make her aunt and brother Zhe's life more difficult because of herself.
Zhang Zhe guessed her thoughts and felt a little distressed, feeling the delicate skin under his palms.
He reacted and immediately let go of her wrist, but his fingers accidentally touched her hand, which felt cold.
It shouldn't be so cold even after waiting outside for a while.
Zhang Zhe pulled Su Baoer's hand in front of him and saw that the back of the originally fair hand was cold and reddish-purple, and there were some red marks between the fingers, which looked a little scary.
"Why are my hands like this?"
Su Baoer bit his lip.
Zhang Zhe said seriously: "Speak?"
"I did some laundry today."
Su Baoer knew how kind Zhang Zhe and her aunt were to her, so she naturally wanted to go back to them twice as much. She didn't know how to do anything else, but she could still do some ordinary work.
But she didn't expect that the water in winter would be so cold and her hands would be so unsatisfactory.
