Qi Boyan called out first, and Meng Yao followed suit, thinking that she would have come alone if she had known that Uncle Qiao was alone.
Uncle Qiao put his hat on his hand, looked at the person, and said, "Boyan, you are at home. This is your wife. You two are really rare guests. Come on, come on, sit down."
Uncle Qiao brought over two broken chairs, one was made of wood with one leg broken, and the other was made of bamboo with a few broken bamboo nets on it. They should be able to sit on them, but Meng Yao didn't dare to sit on them.
She weighs so much, what if she breaks down while sitting?
Qi Boyan didn't sit down either. He walked up to Uncle Qiao and said gently: "We brought some sour plum soup to quench your thirst. Let's give it to Uncle Qiao for you to try!"
"What soup?"
Uncle Qiao had never drunk any sour plum soup. He couldn't pronounce the name clearly. He waved his hand with a cattail leaf fan and said, "I have water and melons here. I am at home. I don't need any soup. You guys are here just in time. There are still a few melon fields."
Melon, I'll pick a ripe one for you to try."
"No, Uncle Qiao, try this. Yaoyao cooked it herself."
Qi Boyan spoke in a gentle tone, and the word "Yao Yao" not only shocked Uncle Qiao, but also Meng Yao.
What is this name, Yaoyao?
Meng Yao felt like goosebumps were rising all over his body.
Uncle Qiao was surprised for a moment, then laughed and joked, "Boyan is really married to a wife. It looks different. Okay, since your wife cooked it, I'll try it!"
Uncle Qiao had a bowl here. He heard what Qi Boyan said about the soup, so he brought the bowl over.
When Qi Boyan poured out the sour plum soup, he took a look and smelled it, "What kind of soup is this? Isn't this water as sweet as soda?"
After tasting it, he changed his mind and said, "This stuff tastes better than soda. Well, it tastes good. It's ice cold, sour and sweet. It's just delicious. It's a waste to give it to a bad old man like me!"
Uncle Qiao took a sip and couldn't bear to drink it anymore. This stuff tastes good and the children at home should like it.
"Uncle Qiao, just like it. There's still some in it. I'll pour it into a bowl for you."
"No more, no more!"
Uncle Qiao quickly covered his bowl.
As soon as he tasted it, he knew there was something good in it, but he couldn't drink it.
"Take it back and give it to your mother and the others to drink. Your eldest brother and sister-in-law just came here and their lips are dry from thirst. Give it to them to drink. This is enough for me!"
"What good stuff is uncle drinking?"
Qiao Xiyan was wearing a hat and leaning towards someone else's bean field. She had a sweet smile on her face, which made people get close to her.
Meng Yao had the leisure to look here and there in the melon field, but when he heard the heroine's voice, his head got bigger.
Why is there a female protagonist anywhere?
This Uncle Qiao is the uncle of the heroine Qiao Xiyan?
Meng Yao couldn't help but look at Uncle Qiao in surprise.
In the book, Meng Yao is the cannon fodder ex-wife of the villain, while the cousin of the heroine Qiao Xiyan is the White Lotus female supporting character. In the book, the two people work together to deal with the heroine.
The heroine's cousin is the daughter of the heroine's uncle's family.
"Why is Xiyan even here in the field? Look at this sunbathing, what are you doing here as a little girl? Come on, come on, sit down."
The relationship between the heroine Qiao Xiyan and Uncle Qiao seems to be quite good now. When she saw Qiao Xiyan coming over, she immediately stood up and made way for her.
Qiao Xiyan smiled and said, "I'm here to see when the crops in the fields will be harvested? Boyan, sister-in-law, we meet again. Do you have my share of whatever delicious food you brought?"
Qiao Xiyan winked mischievously and asked for something delicious to drink.
"What's the soup called? Don't tell me, it's really delicious. It quenches thirst and tastes good. I have some in this bowl, but... Boyan, is there any more in the jar? Give Xi Yan some to try."
Even if it was his niece, Uncle Qiao would have some scruples after drinking it.
Qi Boyan glanced at Meng Yao out of the corner of his eye, saw her looking around, and handed the jar to Uncle Qiao.
"Uncle Qiao, let's see where it fits!"
Uncle Qiao was holding the jar and looking for something in his place. Qiao Xiyan said hurriedly: "I took the cup myself."
Qiao Xiyan was carrying a bag with a water cup in it. She unscrewed the lid and poured the water in the cup into the open space.
The water in the cup was still steaming, and it was filled with hot water.
Meng Yao looked at all the hot water that had been poured out, and couldn't help but think about it. On this hot day, wouldn't the heroine feel hot if she drinks hot water?
The thought was fleeting and quickly thrown aside.
Uncle Qiao shook the jar and found that there wasn't much left, "There isn't much left, Boyan, I poured it all!"
He stopped being polite to Qi Boyan and the others, and gave it all to Qiao Xiyan.
Qi Boyan nodded slightly.
Seeing that all the sour plum soup was poured out, Meng Yao gently poked Qi Boyan's back arm.
Now that the things are given, it’s time for them to leave, right?
Qi Boyan actually understood what Meng Yao meant, nodded slightly, and went to get the jar handed over by Uncle Qiao.
"Uncle Qiao, you are busy first, and we will go back first!"
"Wait, Boyan!"
Qiao Xiyan took a sip of the sour plum soup and immediately called Qi Boyan, "This is really delicious. How do you cook it?"
Qi Boyan frowned slightly, and Meng Yao also felt that the heroine was abrupt, but then he heard the heroine's explanation.
"My mother has always had a bad appetite recently. This is not only delicious, but also very appetizing. I want to cook it for my mother to try!"
Qiao Xiyan saw that Qi Boyan's expression was wrong, so he hesitated and asked: "What, isn't it convenient to say it?"
Meng Yao stuck her head out and wanted to explain that she wanted to sell it, but Qi Boyan said three words coldly: "Inconvenient."
Meng Yao: "..."
The villain's operation is really amazing, and he doesn't even give the heroine any face.
Qiao Xiyan's face became a little embarrassed, and she quickly smiled and said, "Since it's inconvenient, forget it!"
Uncle Qiao looked at this and that, and said with a smile: "For appetizer, just boil some hawthorn water. This thing is troublesome at first sight."
Qiao Xiyan nodded with a smile, then lowered his head and took a sip of sour plum soup, the darkness in his eyes completely covered.
He quickly raised his head and asked with a smile on his face: "Did my sister-in-law cook this sour plum soup? It's so delicious. I didn't expect my sister-in-law's craftsmanship to be so good!"
At this moment, Meng Yao couldn't even think about not answering.
She looked at Qiao Xiyan, and a hunch suddenly arose in her heart: the heroine wanted the recipe for sour plum soup.
She originally wanted to say a few words of politeness, but she immediately said: "I plan to sell this sour plum soup. I have been researching it for a long time."
Qiao Xi said she wanted to buy the formula, but she just swallowed it.
From the first sip she took, she could tell that this thing had a market, and if the cost was low, it could be used.
But before her plan could be implemented, Meng Yao blocked her words.
She forced a smile and tried to make her smile as natural as possible.
"Did my sister-in-law research it by herself? It's amazing! This stuff tastes great. If my sister-in-law sells it, it will definitely sell well!"
Meng Yao immediately said perfunctorily: "I hope so."
Qi Boyan was like a roundworm in Meng Yao's belly. He said goodbye in time and left smoothly this time. Meng Yao walked as fast as he could.
She doesn't want to have contact with the heroine, not only because she is the heroine, she is cannon fodder, but also she has a bad impression of the shrewd, calculating and capable heroine and doesn't want to be friends with her.