Chapter 143 The Heartache Behind
Her shopping principles were simple, only seeking out quality goods, even if the price was steep.
After all, good things naturally held their value; those cheap items could not satisfy her requirements.
After a spree of extravagant purchases, her once plump purse had noticeably slimmed down, nearly hitting bottom.
Fortunately, she had been prudent before the rainy season, hoarding plenty of grain, so even with meager funds, the family table could still maintain its warmth and abundance, avoiding an overly strained existence.
In the end, Su Yu deftly picked out a few boxes of exquisite pastries, adorned with delicate sugar icing and nuts, looking extremely tempting.
Clutching the remaining handful of heavy copper coins, each step she took was imbued with the solid feeling of life as she embarked on her way home.
In the carriage, all sorts of goods were neatly stacked, from daily necessities to food reserves, each one showcasing the meticulous planning of the household.
Attentive as Yuan Feng was, he noticed a few fragile pottery jars during the unloading process and promptly used the soft straw at hand to carefully pad the bottom of the carriage, reducing the vibrations and collisions during the journey. This act undoubtedly highlighted once again his dedication and concern for family affairs, causing Su Yu’s fondness and reliance on him to grow in her heart.
Upon entering the house, the air was filled with an enticing aroma of meat emanating from Lady Zhao’s kitchen, like an invisible thread stealthily tugging at one’s taste buds and thoughts.
With a slight raise of her elegantly arched eyebrows, Su Yu was inwardly amused. Lady Zhao, privately nicknamed "old fairy" by the neighbors, truly had a broad heart. Despite her son’s death not even seven days past, she could afford such leisure to cook delicacies; this level of detachment was something Su Yu admitted she could not learn.
However, not willing to be overly involved in others’ affairs, Su Yu chose to remain disconnected.