She stuffed a handful of fruit candies into Wang's hand and said with a forced smile, "Wang, I'll be using the kitchen two more times. Consider these candies payment for the water, firewood, and lard I'll use."
"I was immature before. For over a year, you've all been so accommodating. But I haven't really contributed anything to the group."
Wang was taken aback. "Chi, where are you going?"
Jiang Zishi clenched his fists. Normally, Chi Yun'er was a total wallflower. She never initiated conversations, and it was hard for anyone to get anything personal out of her.
He had arranged this job for her from the very beginning and never intended for anyone else to find out ahead of time.
"Chi Yun'er, I went to town and bought you some sugar-roasted chestnuts." He handed over a paper bag of fragrant, still-warm chestnuts—the ones he had originally bought for Bian Yumin. Then, smiling vaguely at the two curious onlookers, he said evasively:
