The aroma of cooking filled the house: I sent my eldest brother to become the Grand Secretary.

Springtime midday.

sunny.

Shen Cao finished lunch with the old lady.

The old lady only ate one of the qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling) with red bean filling.

She watched as her grandson devoured the green rice dumplings one or two at a time, feeling both worried and heartbroken.

The green rice dumplings were made for her by her beloved granddaughter, and she was worried that he would eat them all and she would have none left.

She licked her lips with a touch of pity, wondering if she could even taste the flavor if she swallowed it whole.

She felt a little unwell, and wondered why she wasn't better yet. She also wanted to try the qingtuan filled with shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and meat.

Her grandson accidentally spilled the filling on the table, and when she saw the color, she thought it looked shiny and delicious.

When her grandson licked the table, she licked her own lips.

It's so painful to have delicious food right in front of you but not be able to eat it.

Unfortunately, there was someone oblivious to her presence who was enjoying his meal right in front of her.

Especially the way he stuffed it in, like a squirrel.

She wanted to kick him.

Seeing that her grandson still wanted to eat, she quickly gave Zhang Mama a wink.

"Qingzhu, hurry up and try that rice and vegetables." You've almost finished all the green rice dumplings.

Zhou Qingzhu was still not satisfied and was about to ask her grandmother to let her take the rest back.

He then saw that Granny Zhang had already left with the green rice dumplings before him.

After a while, Zhou Qingzhu covered her round belly with great satisfaction.

After he buys that bracelet, he'll buy another one.

His father often told him, "He who takes a man's money is bound to him; he who eats another man's food is bound to him."

Now that Shen Cao's sister has accepted his gift, she will certainly not refuse to let him eat her delicious cooking in the future.

inside the house.

The brazier crackled and popped.

Incense smoke curled from the burner.

An elderly man in his eighties leaning against a soft couch.

A young girl sitting on a soft couch, drinking tea.

A boy yawning while leaning back in a chair.

"By the way, little sister Cao'er, who named you Cao? Why is it Cao?" He always felt that girls were precious. His cousins' parents all hoped that their daughters would be precious and unique, so they named them with things like Zhen, Bao, Zhu, and so on.

This was the first time he had ever heard of a name containing the character for grass. The name sounded very ordinary and common.

The old lady was so startled by her grandson's words that she sat up abruptly and glared at him.

This kid speaks without thinking.

How could you say such things in front of a young girl?

She was actually quite surprised at first, and became even more puzzled after hearing the names of her brothers and sisters.

The children's names were all very nice, and they were clearly chosen by people with some education.

Why did it become grass when it came to her?

At first, she thought that the family treated her badly and didn't value her, which was why they gave her that name.

But that day she noticed that Mr. and Mrs. Shen valued Shen Cao exceptionally much.

Even the most precious.

She looked at Shen Cao cautiously, afraid that her grandson's words would hurt her feelings.

Shen Cao was not saddened by Zhou Qingzhu's words; she had been asked this question countless times in her previous life.

In her past life, she had even tearfully asked her parents why they had given her such an ordinary, even somewhat cheap, name.

She had forgotten what her parents had said.

But she remembered her grandfather's words for a long time.

"My dear granddaughter, don't listen to what others say."

"Who says grass is ordinary? Who says grass is cheap?"

Do you remember the first ancient poem your grandfather taught you?

Shen Cao's eyes were red, and she nodded with her lips pursed.

"The grass on the plain grows lush and green, withering and flourishing each year."

"Wild fire, in spring."

……

Shen Cao smiled and said to Zhou Qingzhu, "This is the name my parents gave me."

"They said they were overjoyed when I was born, and my father and brother were very careful about my name."

“My mother even went to the temple to try to get me the best name.”

But on her way there, she tripped and fell.

I picked up a jade pendant that looked like a blade of grass from the grass. There was a blade of grass under the jade pendant.

The grass is incredibly resilient. After the heavy load was removed, it simply dusted itself off and then opened its arms to greet the sun again.

Therefore, my mother named me Cao (草).

She hoped that I would be as resilient as a blade of grass, able to thrive no matter what environment I was in.

They can live freely, relying on their environment.

Actually, Shen's mother lied to her about the jade pendant; the jade pendant was something she had with her when she found her.

But the story about the little grass is true, though it wasn't pressed down by the jade pendant, it was pressed down by a stone.

The old lady and Zhou Qingzhu both nodded after hearing Shen Cao's words. Although grass is not as dazzling as pearls, grass is alive.

At this moment, they all felt that Shen Cao was the most beautiful and meaningful name in the world.

However, the old lady seemed to have heard of the grass-shaped jade pendant somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where she was looking for it.

"Actually, when I grew up, my father and mother asked me if I wanted to change my name."

"I think it's fine, no need to change it."

She is just a tenacious little grass, wanting to sow her seeds in this vast world.

To give one's footprints a place to rest.

She was willing to be like a blade of grass, clinging to everything she could, so that she could spread her seeds across the world.

Therefore, she never rejected Shen Yu'an's kindness from the beginning, just as she is now willing to be Grandma Zhou's goddaughter.

“Sister Cao’er, I heard you’re also in business? That stall at the dock, is that yours?” Zhou Qingzhu remembered what his friend had mentioned to him a few days ago.

Shen Cao was taken aback. She had been driven crazy by Wei Siyu these past two days because of the things at the dock.

She felt that it was excessive for her to make such an unreasonable request to Grandma Zhou, who had just recognized her as her granddaughter.

"Yes, I recently partnered with a friend to contract the dock, thinking we could rent it out and make money."

Grandma Zhou never expected that Shen Cao would have such abilities, partnering with others to do business at such a young age.

She has the same style she had back then.

She remembered that her son had mentioned the incident at the dock a few days ago.

It is said that someone has contracted out the area at the dock and renovated it very well. People can only do business after paying rent.

She also said that those people were simply making a fool of themselves, and that ordinary people who could set up stalls and do business at the docks were earning hard-earned money.

Those people still want to charge them rent; it's utterly unreasonable.

She never expected that this person would be Shen Cao.

Based on her understanding of Shen Cao over this period of time, she knew that this child would never do anything to oppress or exploit the people.

There must be more to this story than meets the eye.

Zhou Qingzhu tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table.

Pop, pop, pop.

He thought his grandmother would scold Shen Cao after hearing this, since his grandmother couldn't stand the kind of oppression of the people.

See, even when Zhou Qingzhu heard that Shen Cao was charging rent for her stall at the dock, her first reaction was that she was doing something to oppress the people.

As ordinary people, they must also think that Shen Cao is taking advantage of them by charging rent.

It's no wonder they think that way, since that place used to be free.