After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

Zhao Di and Jiang Zhiyun both carried the cakes in baskets, and the cakes were placed in the carriage where the two of them sat.

Jiang Zhiyun knows how to drive a horse-drawn carriage, so she came.

Zhao Di rested her cheeks on her hands.

Curious, she asked, "Madam Jiang, you and General Xie seem to be completely different people. How did you two end up together?"

Jiang Zhiyun was also curious: "So what are you thinking? Judging from the fact that you asked this question, you must have been keeping it to yourself for a long time."

"Ah."

Zhao Di was a little embarrassed: "I usually get along well with everyone, and I listen curiously when they talk about it."

"Our relationship didn't start out as mutual; we got married first, and then we fell in love and developed feelings for each other. It was a very slow process."

"Of course, Zhao Di, you should find a man you like in the future, a husband who will treat you well."

Do you know?

"Someone like me found Xie Shuheng entirely by chance. I originally planned to live alone, but it was because of my mother, Yang Ge'er, and Xie Shuheng that I gradually came to love this family."

Zhao Di nodded: "Then it's because Jiang Niangzi likes you."

"So I can stay here with Xiuhe and the others forever? Don't worry, I'll take good care of things in the kitchen."

“I practice flipping the wok every day.”

Zhao Di is a very good cook, but she also has a common problem among young people these days: she doesn't have enough arm strength.

Besides practicing flipping the wok, I've been using other techniques like flipping the spatula and working on my arm strength.

Zhao Di put in the best effort in all of these.

Jiang Zhiyun smiled and said, "Okay."

"But you should also take care of yourself. You can carry the ointment I gave you with you."

"Of course there are, and they are very useful for bruises. Madam Jiang is surrounded by skilled craftsmen."

Zhao Di hoped that one day she could also make Jiang Niangzi proud.

She just wanted to bring her some good things, not be a burden.

"I don't like getting married either. After seeing your kind of love that transcends life and death, Madam Jiang, I feel that I really have no other thoughts."

"Then take your time looking," she smiled. "The most important thing is to find what you feel is right for you."

"Otherwise, it's fine to live alone for the rest of your life. Our lives are already hard enough; why force ourselves to find a husband and remarry?"

Zhao Di had also experienced life and death, so she understood perfectly what Jiang Zhiyun meant by what she was saying.

"Madam Jiang... It feels so good to have my thoughts acknowledged by you."

"It's like something I've always thought about secretly, but now you've said it all out loud."

"I feel so good..."

Jiang Zhiyun smiled and said, "If you want to think about it, then think about it boldly. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Besides, Zhao Di, why don't you change your name?"

"Zhaodi, Zhaodi, you don't need Zhaodi anymore, you just need yourself."

She nodded excitedly: "Then what should I call myself? I'll have to go to the government office to change my name on official documents later, won't that be a bit of a hassle?"

"What's there to be afraid of? From now on, I'll be a completely new person, and I'll call myself Pan Chun (meaning 'longing for spring')."

Your younger brother doesn't have much to look forward to, but the beauty of spring is worth seeing.

"it is good."

“Zhao Di… no, Pan Chun likes this name.”

She kept counting on her fingers and told Jiang Zhiyun that she could write it in her book next time so she could practice more.

Jiang Zhiyun agreed to teach her to read and write, and to do many other things for her.

Zhao Di would nod each time, happily running around with Jiang Zhiyun.

Jiang Zhiyun stroked her head and sighed, "Silly girl."

They arrived at the military camp at just the right time, around dinnertime.

Everyone in the area knew Jiang Zhiyun: "Madam Jiang, Lord Xie hasn't returned yet. Please eat first and wait patiently."

"That works."

She didn't stand on ceremony and joined in with Pan Chun.

Pan Chun said, "It feels like the food here tastes like Jiang Niangzi's cooking. Did they learn from you?"

"Yes, but it's not tender enough after just one boil."

Pan Chun said cautiously, "I can help improve the food. Although I don't have many new tricks, I really like what to eat and how to change the original recipe."

"Madam Jiang, shall I go help in the kitchen?"

The cooks were also happy: "That's great! We're all trying to improve, but with so many dishes to make, it's still difficult to guarantee the taste."

Pan Chun walked over and directed them to do things together.

Jiang Zhiyun was quite happy to see her shining in her favorite field.

Just then, Xie Shuheng rode over, panting heavily. He looked like he had just come in from outside, and his stubble had darkened a bit.

"Miss."

He dismounted and stood beside Jiang Zhiyun.

"Why have you come, my lady?"

Jiang Zhiyun leaned closer, looking at him, as if she smelled a very familiar fragrance...

"Xie Shuheng? Did you secretly use my frostbite cream? It's the one I usually use to wipe my face."

......"

Xie Shuheng didn't speak, pretending not to understand.

Jiang Zhiyun has a keen eye; she immediately noticed Xie Shuheng's slightly smooth face and the fact that he had just applied ointment.

Just then, Shen Huichuan also said, "Ah! No wonder the boss kept touching this lousy plaster all day. I was wondering why he suddenly cared so much. It's a woman's bottle and jar."

"So it was you, sister-in-law."

Jiang Zhiyun crossed her arms and looked at Xie Shuheng. She said sarcastically, "So, even Young Master Xie knows his face isn't looking too good."

Xie Shuheng cleared his throat but didn't speak.

Pan Chun, standing behind him, was quite surprised.

No wonder I've always been curious about how Lady Jiang and Mr. Xie got together.

Now I know, so the guy who wrote about the young master was a gigolo!

I can't eat anymore.

She always felt that Madam Jiang was so formidable.

With so much money, writing about the young master as a soldier shouldn't be profitable. Now I know, it turns out he just uses his beauty to attract men.

No wonder.

No wonder General Xie is so handsome and his skin needs maintenance; otherwise, Lady Jiang would have fallen for him.

Most of the people around us think the same way.

Xu Yao and his group, in particular, seemed to have learned something extraordinary.

"So, sister-in-law, you're good at judging faces!"

Jiang Zhiyun smiled and said, "It's alright. At least I'm attracted to your eldest brother's face. He's very handsome. I'm rather superficial."

"As long as the lady likes it."

Xie Shuheng took her hand and led her into his room.

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyun was trying not to laugh, he said, "Jiang Zhiyun, you're not allowed to laugh."

"You're saying you can't not laugh?"

"Xie Shuheng, you're really silly."