A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

I really like Chapter 118.

Since there were strangers present, Mr. Ross did not immediately sit down to eat, but looked at the newcomer with an inquiring gaze: "And this is...?"

Kong Yazhen's smile froze.

They had clearly met at noon, and she had even given him such an exquisite embroidered landscape painting. How could he not remember her?

Kong Yazhen gritted her teeth inwardly, not wanting Zhuang Qingxiang to laugh at her, and forced a smile, saying, "Mr. Ross, you really have a bad memory. We met at noon. I brought you a beautiful embroidery."

She had thought that Mr. Ross would immediately remember her and greet her after she finished speaking, but to her surprise, Mr. Ross frowned and said unhappily, "I've said it before, I don't want gifts. Even if you send me another one, I still won't accept it. Take it back!"

Showing absolutely no respect, Kong Yazhen was so angry that her vision went black for a second.

Let alone this remote mountain village, even in the capital, no one could make her suffer.

Who would have thought that I'd be so angry with this damn old foreigner?

Kong Yazhen took a deep breath, quickly calmed down, and said with a smile, "I know Mr. Ross didn't like the embroidery I brought, so he didn't bring it over to embarrass himself. However, Comrade Zhuang Qingxiang has also prepared a gift for you."

If you're going to lose face, you have to lose face together. She couldn't let Zhuang Qingxiang laugh at her for losing face, so Kong Yazhen directly spoke up about the gift for Zhuang Qingxiang.

Mr. Ross was somewhat surprised and looked at Zhuang Qingxiang curiously: "Zhuang, you also prepared a gift?"

Zhuang Qingxiang originally planned to give Mr. Ross the things after he finished dinner and before he left, but she didn't expect Kong Yazhen to be so impatient as to say it for her.

Then we'll have to take it out now.

Zhuang Qingxiang smiled and said, "Yes! I saw you feeding the cat last time, so I thought I'd prepare a small gift for you. I made it myself, and I hope you won't mind."

Zhuang Qingxiang took out a double-sided embroidered ornament from her backpack and placed it on the table.

The ornament is small, only about 20 or 30 centimeters in size, and it is embroidered with a lifelike white cat.

Mr. Ross was stunned. After a moment, he came to his senses and asked incredulously, "Zhuang, did you embroider this?"

"Yes," Zhuang Qingxiang replied.

Mr. Ross gently touched the embroidery, his eyes full of admiration: "Zhuang, you embroidered it so well! It's exactly like my Lili! I love it so much!"

Zhuang Qingxiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I'm glad you like it. Time was too tight, this is all I could do..."

"You did a very, very good job." Mr. Ross was quite pleased with the gift and praised Zhuang Qingxiang lavishly. "Zhuang, you are so skillful. I never knew you could not only cook but also embroider. You are simply amazing. I love this gift and I will cherish it."

Kong Yazhen couldn't believe that Mr. Ross liked such a small ornament. How could this thing compare to the embroidery she had brought?

"Mr. Ross, so you like cats." Kong Yazhen said eagerly, "This gift is really too shabby. How about I find you a better white cat embroidery? I'm from the capital. Whatever you want, the capital has it. I can find it for you."

Mr. Ross's face darkened, and he pointed bluntly to the door: "This is a gift Zhuang carefully prepared for me, and you dare to say it's shabby... Get out, you're not welcome here!"

"No, Mr. Ross, I was just trying to help you..."

"go out!"

Mr. Ross didn't want to hear a word. Seeing that Kong Yazhen was still lingering and wouldn't leave, and unable to physically push her away, he said to Zhuang Qingxiang, "Zhuang, kick this person out. I don't want to see her!"

Zhuang Qingxiang: "Comrade Kong Yazhen, did you hear that?"

"Zhuang Qingxiang!" Kong Yazhen's voice suddenly rose, "You dare to kick me out?!"

"It's not that I'm kicking you out, it's just that Mr. Ross isn't familiar with you and doesn't want to see you." Zhuang Qingxiang sighed softly. "You're not from the factory and don't have much contact with Mr. Ross, so don't stay here and upset him. Otherwise, it will be difficult for Factory Director Lu."

Zhuang Qingxiang spoke softly, but every word was enough to enrage Kong Yazhen.

But she also knew that staying would only displease Mr. Ross, who was a specially appointed foreign expert, and some factories in the country that had bought the machines were waiting for him to come and provide training. She certainly couldn't afford to offend him.

If she offended someone too badly, and Mr. Ross returned to his country in a fit of anger, not only would Lu Congyue not forgive him, but the organization would also punish her.

Kong Yazhen could only grit her teeth and leave.

As soon as she left, Mr. Ross regained his cheerful mood, looked at the ornaments over and over, and praised them to Zhuang Qingxiang again.

Zhuang Qingxiang was happy to see that he genuinely liked it, since when giving a gift, the intention is always for the recipient to like it.

"Mr. Ross, the food is getting cold. Please eat first," Zhuang Qingxiang quickly reminded him when she saw that he had forgotten to eat.

Mr. Ross then put down the ornaments and sat down to eat.

After taking a few bites, he sighed, "Zhuang, your cooking is still the best to my taste. I can't even imagine what I'll eat after I leave here..."

Zhuang Qingxiang laughed: "The comrades in other places won't let you go hungry."

"But I don't like any of what they've prepared," Mr. Ross sighed. "Zhuang, how about I talk to your factory and you come with me? While I'm teaching in China, you can come with me, okay?"

"How can that be?" Zhuang Qingxiang waved her hand with a smile. "You know, I still have three children to take care of."

This was a big problem. Mr. Ross frowned, but he really wanted Zhuang Qingxiang to come along so he wouldn't have to worry about food.

"Can't your family or the factory send someone to take care of your child?" Mr. Ross continued to plead.

"My family consists only of my children," Zhuang Qingxiang said softly. "Besides, I'm not an employee of the factory."

Mr. Ross was stunned. He had always thought Zhuang Qingxiang was a cafeteria worker. Turns out she wasn't.

Unsure of what to do, he stopped insisting on his suggestion and thought he'd ask someone later, since he wasn't leaving until tomorrow and still had time.

Zhuang Qingxiang took it as a joke and didn't take it seriously. After he finished eating, she cleaned up the dishes, put them in the basket, and said goodbye before leaving.

As soon as she came out, she hadn't walked more than a few steps when Kong Yazhen appeared in front of her.

Zhuang Qingxiang frowned: "Is there anything else?"

"Zhuang Qingxiang, you've been inside alone for so long, what did you say or do with Mr. Ross?"

"What do you mean by that?" Zhuang Qingxiang's face immediately turned cold.

Kong Yazhen chuckled twice: "You're a widow, don't you know how to avoid suspicion? Going into a single man's house after dark, and you still have the nerve to ask me what I mean?"

"One is Lu Congyue, another is Jiang Weihai, and now there's Mr. Ross... Zhuang Qingxiang, you've got quite the nerve, aren't you? Aren't you particularly proud of juggling so many men?"

"Oh right, I also heard there was that man from the workshop, right? You even got that man and his elderly mother thrown in jail. I really underestimated you!"

Kong Yazhen became increasingly impolite, and Zhuang Qingxiang pursed her lips tightly, her anger rising in her chest.