Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Niu Gui rubbed his hands and feet against the ground for a few times before getting up. This time he didn't dare to move forward, but he kept talking: "Little pretty boy, I won't let you sleep with my wife for free. You must compensate me with ten taels of silver, no, twenty taels. Otherwise, I'll call someone to soak you in pigs... Ah!"

Before he could finish his words, a small piece of dirt jumped into his mouth, causing severe pain. His mouth was immediately full of blood. When he opened his mouth, he spat out two teeth.

Yan Xining said coldly: "If you don't learn to speak, then forget about your teeth!"

Niu Gui's eyes were filled with fear. The earth had collapsed, leaving his face numb and his broken teeth aching. He had initially considered extorting money from the young gigolo, but the young man's tough tactics had deterred him.

He covered his mouth and mumbled: "Ni, Ni's cause is too detailed... Wu Wuwei serves Lei Da!" As he said, he slipped towards the door along the corner of the wall, and fled as soon as he went out.

Yan Xining ignored him and just looked at Jiang Feng, whose face was bruised and swollen: "Sister, you are seriously injured. I will take you to the clinic!"

Jiang Feng was very anxious: "Hurry up and leave! He's going to call for help! Once he calls for help, you won't be able to leave!"

"Don't worry!" Yan Xining helped her sit on the chair, then remembered that she was now dressed as a man and had to avoid suspicion, so she stepped back a few steps: "Your injury needs to be treated!"

Jiang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, I'm used to it. It will be fine in a couple of days!"

Her face was gloomy, her eyes lifeless, as if the light had been extinguished by reality. But when she looked at Yan Xining carefully, her expression changed: "I'm sorry for the offense just now, sir. Niu Gui is not a good person. He knows a lot of thugs in this area, and those people beat people up even more ruthlessly. You'd better leave!"

Yan Xining smelled the aroma again and took a deep breath: "It smells so good! Are you cooking something delicious in the kitchen?"

Jiang Feng glanced at him in surprise. Just by looking at the clothes he was wearing, he was no ordinary person. What delicious food? Had he never eaten it before, hadn't he seen it before? She said embarrassedly, "I steamed some rice cakes. Are you hungry, sir? If you don't mind, take a few and eat them!"

After saying this, there was still some reluctance in her eyes.

I sold my sewing today for a few dozen coins. Seeing Que'er drooling over the snacks in other children's hands, but being sensible enough not to ask for any, I made up my mind to buy a pound of rice, grind it into flour, and make rice cakes for the children, hoping to satisfy their cravings. It wasn't much.

"That's great, shall we try it now?"

Jiang Feng ran into the inner room and deftly picked up the rice cakes from the pot into the bowls. They were two small coarse porcelain bowls, and there were not many rice cakes. Even if she picked them all up, they would not be able to fill the two bowls.

She took a pair of chopsticks and handed the extra bowl and chopsticks to Yan Xining: "Sir, these are just some simple foods, please don't be disgusted!"

Then he gave the smaller bowl to the child: "Que'er, the cakes are steamed. They are a little hot. Please take your time to eat them!"

Yan Xining picked up a piece of rice cake without hesitation.

The pastries were pure white, delicate, and pure. Steam rose from the air, emitting an appetizing aroma. The fragrance carried a faint aroma of rice, mingled with a subtle sweetness, like the sweetness of morning dew sliding over a flower stamen.

Yes, this was the scent she had smelled before.

She took a bite. The rice cake was soft and glutinous yet elastic. Its texture was as smooth as delicate silk sliding across her tongue, and the sweetness instantly spread in her mouth.

This is just a cake made from ordinary rice ground into powder, but it is non-sticky and refreshing.

Before she knew it, she had eaten up the whole piece.

Over there, Que'er picked up a piece and put it to Jiang Feng's mouth: "Mother, have some too!"

Jiang Feng smiled and took a small bite, then pushed Que'er's little hand to her mouth: "Que'er, eat well, eat well, and grow taller!"

Que'er took a bite, and her little face was immediately filled with satisfaction: "Mother, the cake is so delicious. Que'er has never eaten such delicious cakes before."

But in the blink of an eye, she seemed to remember something, and the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by worry and heartache. She raised her head, looked at Jiang Feng, and whispered, "If Daddy doesn't beat Mom, it's okay for Que'er not to eat the cakes. Mom, are you hurt?"

Jiang Feng's eyes instantly moistened as she heard the child's words, as if a thin layer of mist had spread across them. She quickly squatted down, gently hugged Que'er, and said softly, "It doesn't hurt, mother! Good boy, eat your cakes quickly. Only when you're full can you have the strength to grow."

Yan Xining ate two pieces and stopped.

Of course, she could see how poor the family was. Looking at the bare walls of their house, they would cry and run away if a mouse came. This bowl of rice cake was just an ordinary food, but perhaps it was a rare treat for them.

Jiang Feng reminded him in a low voice: "Young Master, it's time for you to leave!" Niu Gui will soon come with the ruffians. By then, no matter how powerful he is, he can't deal with a group of people alone.

"If I leave, what will happen to you and Que'er? Will they beat you to death?"

Jiang Feng was speechless.

A beating was inevitable, but she wouldn't be beaten to death, would she? As for Que'er, as long as she was alive, she would definitely protect Que'er.

"This is my family affair, and you've only suffered a loss if you get involved." Jiang Feng smiled bitterly and urged again, "Master, please leave quickly. You are a noble person, don't get hurt here. I'm just a worthless life, and it doesn't make any difference if I get beaten more or less."

"Is the only way you can make rice cakes? Can you make anything else?" Yan Xining changed the subject. Although Jiang Feng looked haggard and seemed lifeless, the way she spoke and acted was different from that of an ordinary woman in the market.

Jiang Feng was anxious and responded simply, "I can make something else, but I don't have the materials at home."

"Can you make red bean pastry? And hibiscus cake, chestnut cake and so on!" She casually mentioned a few common pastries!

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Since you have this skill, why don't you find a job? Your man was drunk and beat people up, and he was very ruthless. If I hadn't stopped him just now, he might have beaten you to death! Do you still want to live with a man like him?"

"No, what else can I do if I don't live with him?"

"Divorce!"

Jiang Feng raised his head in a daze, staring at Yan Xining, as if she had said something unbelievable. His lips trembled, "You, what did you say?"

"Divorce!" Yan Xining looked at her and spoke the two words word by word.

Jiang Feng seemed frightened. She took several steps back before shaking her head: "No, no, no, we can't get a divorce!"

"Why?" Yan Xining was puzzled. "Even if you can survive this time, what about next time? He hits you so hard, how many times can your body withstand it? Have you ever thought that if you are beaten to death by him, Que'er might be the next one."

"Tiger, even a poisonous tiger won't eat its own cubs, that shouldn't happen, right?"

"Do you believe that?" Yan Xining sighed softly inwardly as he looked at her bewildered and helpless look. "Think about it, if you died, how would Que'er live?"

Jiang Feng's face turned pale.

He usually called Que'er a "losing thing," saying she couldn't give him a son, but instead gave birth to this "losing thing." Once, when he was drunk, he even scolded her for growing up so slowly, saying that if she grew up quickly, she could be sold to a brothel for silver!

Her body trembled, and she hugged Que'er tightly, her eyes filled with despair and sadness. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Yan Xining with her tearful eyes. Her voice was dry, weak, and painful: "No, I won't divorce! If we divorce, Que'er and I will not be able to live anymore!"