"Is Uncle Grant here? I'm here to get some soap."
The purchase of daily necessities was necessary, and she was already very familiar with this matter. Now she was just adding a few more people on the original basis.
"Oh? Little Hitzfeld is back from outside?" Hearing the call, a middle-aged man in overalls stood up behind the counter. He looked at Hitzfeld carefully with a look of surprise on his face. "Well... seems to be a little taller, and more beautiful..."
Hitzfeld was not shy either; she was accustomed to this kind of communication.
"Soap...soap..." The man just remembered what she needed and turned back to search through some paper packages. "I remember that they sent a batch of rose-scented soap last month, and I specially saved a few pieces for you... They all said it's very useful, and it's much easier to wash hands and clothes than the old ones..."
"Ha! Found it!" He pulled out a bundle of oil paper wrapped in a string, which looked about the size of a football. He then turned back and stared at the girl: "...How many do you want?"
"Can I have them all?" Hitzfeld showed an embarrassed smile, "Well... I haven't been back here for a long time, and a lot of places are covered in dust. In addition, there were guests at home recently..."
"That detective lady, right?" The man helped her finish before she finished, "I know... I understand... Actually, we are all guessing who is so lucky, and they are waiting for you to tell us..."
"Huh?" Hitzfeld was stunned, and immediately realized that it was the change in her purchasing volume during this period that attracted other people's attention.
The supplies that were originally purchased for 1-2 people suddenly became 2-3 people. Although this change is not big, considering her appearance and identity, and the familiarity of these neighbors, it would be strange if they didn't notice it.
She was one of those people who had good control over her emotions, but even so, she still blushed a little when something like this was suddenly exposed.
Because she knew - these people speculated about this kind of gossip because they wanted to hear what she had to say. After all, she... apart from the fact that she was half blind according to rumors and worked in a rather intimidating profession, her appearance and conversation should be able to meet many people's needs for a "partner".
She had been running around or in Wayne recently. The nobles in Wayne could certainly be uninterested in her because of her physical defects, but the common people did not have that luxury.
She has reached the age where many people have openly or secretly wanted to introduce young men they know to her, but she gets a headache whenever she thinks about this.
Why do we still have to face this kind of social problem in a different world?
And it seems that because the average life span of people in the Changxia world is shorter and they have a stronger sense of crisis about the future, their average age of marriage is much earlier. If she were still on Earth, she would at least have 5 years of buffer time, unlike now, where she has to endure hardships at the age of 18.
"Hitzfeld... don't blame your uncle for nagging you." The man helped her pack up her things and whispered, "Mrs. Nimmy's child came back some time ago. She's also a pretty little girl, two years younger than you. We all thought she was cheated back then, but guess what happened? She went out alone and came back with three people, which made Mrs. Nimmy very happy..."
Hitzfeld's face began to darken: "Mrs. Niemi now has two more laborers. Of course she is happy."
"You can't say that!" The man looked up at her in surprise, "After all, people like us...Are you planning to look for the sons of those wealthy businessmen?"
"Listen to me, Hitzfeld... I know that it is indeed only those people... those big people, their conversation and knowledge are worthy of you... but living together is a science. I also did some prominent businesses before moving here, and I have seen too many girls end up miserably."
"This...Uncle Grant...I..." Hitzfeld opened his mouth and reached out to take the thing before speaking.
"Trust me, Hitzfeld." The man raised his hand and carried the object to a place where the girl could hardly reach it even on tiptoe. He continued to use the interruption skill, "Find an honest and reliable young man... Of course, everyone will help you check... Those who are idle must not be allowed. They must have a legitimate job and be outgoing and energetic..."
"..." Hitzfeld stood on tiptoe several times but couldn't reach it, so he just stood there, looking like he was waiting for you to finish.
"…What do you think?"
Grant finally finished his speech and lowered his head to ask her quietly.
"I think..." Hitzfeld tried to maintain a polite smile, "I've heard you say these words a few months ago..."
"Is that so... I'm really getting old. My memory has become so bad..."
"I know everyone is doing this for my own good, and I appreciate everyone's kindness, but..." Hitzfeld suddenly looked up, "I think I already have someone I like."
"Huh?" The man was stunned, and his spirit suddenly relaxed. He only felt something pulling his finger, and the girl had already snatched the package and slipped away.
"Hitzfeld——!" He reacted, leaned over the counter and shouted angrily.
"I didn't lie!" Hitzfeld ran out without looking back, "I left the money on the table!"
"Huh...huh..."
Hitzfeld passed by other people's gazes with various meanings and ran to the entrance of an alley. He leaned on a tree at the entrance and took a deep breath.
Her body seemed to be more resilient than before, but endurance was still her weakness.
"I can only say that a peaceful life also has a price..." After a while, she raised her head, revealing her beautiful face and iconic eye mask.
This kind of pure kindness can only be appreciated after a while... I don't want to make any cuts yet...
However, this time it is indeed different.
The trip to Dragon Country changed some things, the most obvious of which was her attitude towards relationships.
In the past, no matter how hard these neighbors tried to introduce her to someone, although she would be disgusted, she would never say "I already have someone I like."
Because her previous attitude towards feelings was more like passive acceptance.
I'm not against it, but I don't particularly need it either.
Now that her relationship with Xia is completely settled, she feels that she needs to care about Xia's psychology and clarify some things.
After all, if you put yourself in their shoes, if she went out on the street and chatted with neighbors, and always heard them introducing partners to their lovers, she would also feel very uncomfortable.
An hour later, she returned with a basket full of supplies and used her key to open the iron gate of 12 Flo Street.
"Ow!"
A big white dog was barking through the fence before she opened the door. After she came in, it stood up and almost jumped on her, licking her hand continuously.
Its body is snow-white and its tail is wagging happily. Everyone can see that it is very excited.
"Stop it, Lily--" Hitzfeld really couldn't stand it, so he pinched its neck to stop it and prevent it from continuing to attack the mountain on its chest.
"Woof!" Lily lay back on the ground with her front two paws, licking her lips, still looking eager to try.
"I bought some big bones." Hitzfeld shook the basket helplessly, motioning it to smell more. "Would you like some soup?"
"Wang!"
"Then get upstairs and wake everyone up first."
"Wang!"
Lily screamed and rushed back into the house. Not long after, the angry roar of a female detective was heard from the upstairs window.
"You stinky dog! How dare you put your old socks on my face???"
With a smile on his lips and ignoring the ping-pong noise above, Hitzfeld walked in and began to prepare breakfast.
She made four fried eggs, cut and toasted the bread and sausages, and sprinkled the sweet and sour red tomato jam on the surface. Everything was ready, and a pair of hands also hugged the girl's slender waist from behind.
"I can wake up every day to a hot meal and smell your fragrance."
Xia Yibing recited the new love words she had learned.
"I wish I could live like this forever."
"Really?" Hitzfeld ignored her, turned around, and swung the spatula to scoop out the fried eggs. "But I'm beginning to wonder how you live alone. Do you never eat breakfast in the morning, and never wash your dirty clothes..."
"I'm just... relaxing!" The woman immediately complained, "After all, this is an official leave! I've made contributions! What's wrong with relaxing a little?"
The tone is weak and seems particularly lacking in confidence.
"I have done a good job too." The girl didn't even look at her, "Why do I have to take care of all these chores, buy groceries and clean the house every day, and wash your stinky socks?"
"Well... Actually, I told you a long time ago that you could hire someone to wash it..."
"you sure?"
Hitzfeld put the plate down with a thump on the countertop, his tone gradually becoming calmer.
After spending so much time together, both of them knew each other's habits. Xia Yibing knew very well that whenever she spoke in this tone, it meant that she was really angry, but she...she still didn't quite understand why she was angry?
It's just washing clothes... I'm not hiring a man to do it. Most laundry workers are women. Why is she so angry?
Seeing her confused look, Hitzfeld knew that he was angry again.
For people like her, getting angry is mostly for others to see. When the target of the venting can't understand why she is angry, there is no point in continuing.
So she sighed, and lamented the excuses she had gone out of her way to make so early.
"Why don't you check whether I am a girl or not, and then discuss avoiding suspicion with me?"
"Huh?" Xia Yibing was stunned at first.
After I realized what was happening, I was actually a little happy: So Aisuen is... caring about me?
Is this a declaration of sovereignty?
She thinks we are all… so even the female workers are not allowed… she is the only one who can handle my clothes.
There was nothing wrong with this logic. She grinned immediately. This feeling of being seemingly complained about but actually being surrounded by love was really good.
As soon as she was happy, her hands started to move in a naughty way.
"Don't……"
Hitzfeld tried to resist at first, but her body had obviously "betrayed" her after the Dragon Kingdom. Some things that she could resist before now seemed to have added real damage, and she began to gasp after a while.
"At least not here..."
"Ashley is going to school soon..."
In just a few seconds, Ashley rubbed her eyes and went downstairs, her nose twitching to find the source of the fragrance.
She looked like she wasn't awake at all, with both eyes closed. The only reason she was able to touch him was because she was holding Lily's tail.
"Woof woof woof..." Lily brought the person downstairs and began to ask her owner for help.
It is not afraid of anyone in this family, except Ashley.
She is too strong.
The hunter's aura was too strong.
"Ashley." Hitzfeld folded his hands on his apron, looking calm and dignified.
"Go wash your face... Yeah! Go wash your face and brush your teeth."
"Got it." Ashley rubbed her eyes and went to the bathroom, muttering all the way: "It's great to have Heath here... It smells much better than the stuff made by the broken puppet..."
Only when he knew she was far away did Hitzfeld turn around and get rid of the hand that was inserted into his skirt from behind.
She glared at the instigator fiercely, but the other party didn't care, "I rubbed you a lot last night~"
As he said this, he put his hand to his nose and smelled it. The expression on his face couldn't be described as abnormal, but it looked very peaceful and calm.
You can tell at a glance that this isn't the first time he's done this.
"Yes, you just know how to tease me anyway!"
Hitzfeld wanted no attention from her.
"You are on vacation, you are happy... someone takes care of you and washes your clothes, but what about me? I even have to ignore the criticism and tell others that I have someone I like..."
She was a little aggrieved.
Who on earth am I doing all this for?
"Why are you telling them this?" Xia Yibing was stunned again, "Will this not be..."
Wouldn't that be a blow to one's reputation?
Because she knew very well that if the neighbors observed for a long time, they would definitely find that the "person" that Hitzfeld talked about to others did not exist at all.
There wouldn't be any young talent coming in and out of this house frequently, which wouldn't be in line with the behavior of a couple in love. Then they would either guess that Hitzfeld was lying, or think...she ran out to meet her lover when they weren't paying attention.
After all, she is not married, and if this matter becomes known to everyone, it will definitely have a significant impact on her reputation.
Thinking about it this way, Xia Yibing suddenly realized that she really had no right to speak on this matter.
After all, she knew very well who the girl said this for, and as the only person who benefited from it, she was not qualified to judge her.
After thinking about it, Xia Yibing quietly moved over and hugged the girl in her arms as gently and slowly as possible.
Hitzfeld didn't struggle.
But there was no other reaction.
"Thank you, Aisun."
Warm breath blowing in my ears.
A little itchy.
Her ears twitched slightly and the surface of the auricle began to turn red.
"I didn't know you had been enduring all this in silence... I was mistaken, thinking that as long as I kept the relationship a secret, it would be fine... This is my fault, I'm sorry."
Heavy topic.
Because she finally realized that if they were to maintain this kind of relationship, she would never be able to give the other party any status in her life.
I swore not to get married in front of so many ministers, but what about Hitzfeld?
Lilith can live in seclusion here because she is married and has a daughter. If Aisuen remains single, he will not only be criticized by those around him, but will also be regarded as a negative example by some short-sighted religious personnel...
