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Chapter 671: Chapter 676 Ruo Lan_1
Hu’s Clan immediately decided to fry some extra snacks at home, and once the snow had melted, she would take her two girls to set up a stall in town.
Just as Qiao Duo’er had said, she could afford to lose now.
At worst, she would consider the twenty taels of silver as payment to a bunch of bandits.
However, she was confident in her skills and believed that the life she and her children would lead would only get better and better.
Early that morning, Tan Zhenghong delivered another cartload of firewood to the Embroidery Room, and Grandma Zhao came over to help unload it.
"Madam, is there anything new with the Embroidery Room lately?"
Remembering the question Duo’er asked him to inquire about, Tan Zhenghong seized the opportunity to ask.
"Nothing much, it’s just that Miss Ruo Lan feels that the room isn’t warm enough, so I have to keep the ground dragon burning a little hotter; we have to use half a bundle more of firewood each day,"
Grandma Zhao said with a look of distress.
In her view, every stitch and thread was precious.
Tan Zhenghong nodded, "If they feel cold, just add more firewood. Otherwise, it’ll affect their speed. I’ll bring some extra firewood next time."
Aside from his wife, he had no interest in other women, so he didn’t seriously consider what Grandma Zhao had said.
After placing the firewood in the specified spot, Tan Zhenghong glanced outside the Embroidery Ladies’ workshop.
"Zheng Hong, come and try the chestnut cake Ruo Lan just made, it’s really tasty!" Granny Liu called out.
She had sharp eyes and spotted him immediately.
In the past, she wanted to marry Ruo Lan to her son, but now she just wanted to get Ruo Lan out of there while maximizing her own benefit.
Because a cheap woman like Ruo Lan wasn’t fit to be a wife.
Tan Zhenghong shook his head, "I just had breakfast and can’t eat any more."
Nowadays, Duo’er had monopolized his taste buds; if it wasn’t made by her, he didn’t feel like eating it.
But Granny Liu didn’t care for his preferences, and simply stuffed the pastry into Tan Zhenghong’s hands, not giving him a chance to refuse.
Unable to decline, Tan Zhenghong could only take a bite, and this confirmed one thing: only the food made by his wife suited his palate.
And this was too sweet for his liking.
Tan Zhenghong finished off the cake quickly since he disliked wasting food, and after finishing, he prepared to head back home.
He needed his wife to cook him a delicious meal at noon to make up for the injury to his stomach.
"Brother Zheng Hong, don’t rush off. My desk has a bit of a problem, could you help me fix it?" Ruo Lan asked timidly.
She resembled a frightened little rabbit, eliciting sympathy.
But Tan Zhenghong only heard one thing, Ruo Lan’s desk was broken.
Tan Zhenghong nodded, "Where’s your desk? Show me."
Ruo Lan then led Tan Zhenghong to another room. This was her private workplace; she was the only one in the entire Embroidery Room who enjoyed such treatment.
Since the desk leg was broken, Tan Zhenghong propped it with a wooden stick and nailed it firmly.
Even so, the desk was still quite wobbly.
"Make do with it for now; I’ll talk to Duo’er later and get you a new one," Tan Zhenghong said, apologetically.
"You can’t lie to me; this desk always shakes, it’s not convenient at all."
"Right, didn’t Chao Lian used to stay in this room?" Tan Zhenghong asked, puzzled.
It seemed unlikely that Ruo Lan, being newly arrived, would have such a privilege.
"The quality of the embroidery differs among the ladies, so she stays with them to have a comparison," Ruo Lan said with a shallow smile.
Yet, beneath her smile, there was a hint of disdain.
How could Chao Lian, with her level of skill, deserve her own room?
In this Embroidery Room, only she was worthy of the very best.
