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Chapter 672: Chapter 677: You Are Biased_1
Tan Zhenghong still had his doubts. If there were too many subpar embroidery works from the Embroidery Room, Fat Aunt would certainly be upset as well.
But it wasn’t just Fat Aunt; the other Embroidery Ladies were in a good mood too.
"Brother Hong, take a sip of water, and don’t overwork yourself. Otherwise, Sis-in-law will blame me,"
Ruo Lan interjected in a timely manner. She didn’t want to hear any more about Chao Lian.
Tan Zhenghong shook his head, "I’m not tired. I’m off."
Only he and Ruo Lan were in the room—a situation which could easily lead to rumors if a man and a woman were together.
Ruo Lan forced a smile and said in a gentle voice, "The ground outside is icy and very slippery. Please be very careful."
After Tan Zhenghong had walked away, Ruo Lan’s smile turned cold, even somewhat angry.
Why did Lin Qiaolian get to be In Charge? Why did so many people protect her?
In Ruo Lan’s eyes, Chao Lian was simply foolish. She had only employed a little trickery, after all.
She had only gossiped a few times, claiming that the patterns Chao Lian drew were inferior to her own and that Chao Lian’s position as In Charge was entirely due to her connections with Erhu and Tan Zhenghong.
Unexpectedly, Chao Lian naively allowed her to draw patterns together with her.
With just a few words more, Lan painted Chao Lian in such a poor light that she monopolized the task of designing the patterns.
Hmpf, she could drive Chao Lian out of this room, and just as well out of the Embroidery Room. She wanted everyone in the Embroidery Room to act at her whim!
Before Ruo Lan could indulge in her delusion of grandeur further, a wave of nausea overwhelmed her.
She sat down, clutching her chest, exerting all her strength to stave off the urge to vomit.
This feeling was driving her to the brink of insanity!
By the time she managed to suppress it, her complexion had turned frightfully pale.
Beyond feeling unwell, her worry was greater.
More than a month had passed by now. She needed to act quickly, or else it would soon become impossible to conceal.
And she wanted only the best, the man with the best conditions in the village...
"Ruo Lan, are you feeling unwell?"
Fat Aunt furrowed her eyebrows and asked. She didn’t have a good impression of Ruo Lan; the only redeeming qualities were her decent pattern drawing and embroidery skills.
Ruo Lan quickly got up, "It’s nothing. I just choked on a chestnut cake just now."
"Then in the future, don’t distribute food in the Embroidery Room. It sets a bad example. Besides, everyone says your patterns aren’t good. You should focus on your embroidery," Fat Aunt said bluntly.
She wasn’t like Chao Lian, who had a soft disposition.
Most importantly, at her age, what did she not understand?
Ruo Lan clenched her fists but replied with a slight smile, "Aunt, please tell me where did Chao Lian get those finished clothes from?"
If she had those clothes, she could copy the designs.
"They have their own sources. If you’re capable, find them yourself,"
Fat Aunt retorted irritably, feeling that the woman was far too full of herself.
Ruo Lan rolled her eyes, "We’re all working in the Embroidery Room. How can you be so biased?"
"I just am." Fat Aunt dropped the words and left.
Seeing Ruo Lan put in her place, Tan Zhenghong finally returned home with peace of mind.
Upon arriving home, Tan Zhenghong quickly drank two glasses of water to dilute the sweet, cloying taste in his mouth.
"Here’s some freshly cooked beef potstickers and egg soup. Give it a try," Qiao Duo’er brought over breakfast.
There was still some shrimp powder left from what Zhang Ziwen had brought last time, which Qiao Duo used to enhance the flavor, so the potstickers tasted very savory.
Tan Zhenghong devoured them heartily, eating with great satisfaction.
Indeed, his own wife was the best—most beautiful, most considerate, and even the best in cooking skills.
