Shen Qingyu's eyes widened: "But if I don't fry it for you, how do you know it can still be eaten like this? How do you know whether it tastes good or not?"
How can describing food with words be as direct as experiencing it with your own taste?
Xiao Yunqi lost his temper: Is this woman ignorant?!
"I mean, I am the father of your three children. You can make requests directly to me."
But Shen Qingyu waved her hands seriously: "How can that be done? We have divorced. I must settle things with you!"
"Shen Qingyu, have you really not felt my feelings at all?"
Shen Qingyu looked more serious now, and a little frightened: "Brother, let's not talk about relationships. Talking about relationships will hurt money!"
Xiao Yunqi: "!!!"
He was frustrated for three seconds and wanted to give up for a moment.
But when she looked up and saw Shen Qingyu's clear eyes, she felt a hope: she just hadn't experienced the goodness of having a man.
As long as you are good enough to her, over time, you will definitely touch her heart!
While cheering himself up, Xiao Yunqi endured his frustration and confessed: "I know I have failed you all these years, don't be afraid, I will not force you..."
Shen Qingyu jumped up in fright, not caring that he hadn't finished eating yet, picked up the bowl, grabbed the chopsticks and ran away.
"Brother, what you said made my skin crawl. I can't stand it anymore!"
Then, Shen Qingyu grabbed the door and fled.
Xiao Yunqi, who hasn't finished speaking yet: "..."
Are you such a savage beast?
Shen Qingyu stomped downstairs and met Cheng Ping in the yard.
Cheng Ping looked at the half bowl of hot and sour sweet potato noodles that had not yet been finished, with a look of anticipation and yearning on his face: "Sister-in-law Qingyu, I'm hungry."
Shen Qingyu glanced at the small bowl of noodles in his hand and shouted: "Cui Xi, get Cheng Ping something to eat! He is hungry!"
Then before Cheng Ping could say anything, Shen Qingyu shouted again: "Dabao, two treasures and three treasures, who among you three can eat spicy food? There is some hot and sour noodles that your father has not finished eating. Do you want to try it?"
Triplets: "I want to eat..."
The hot and sour sweet potato noodles made by my mother were so fragrant that they all wanted to eat them, but because they didn't make much, they were given to Li Zheng and representatives from several families, but they didn't get to eat them.
Just when I was drooling thinking about it, the opportunity came!
The remaining sweet potato flour was eaten by the triplets.
Cheng Ping: "..." Actually, I don't dislike it either.
Shen Qingyu then looked at Cheng Ping and explained in hindsight: "Then I can't give you the rest. I'll ask Cui Xi to get you some new food."
Cheng Ping felt a little aggrieved: "Sister-in-law Qingyu, actually I don't mind if Brother Xiao eats it. We used to eat together..."
Shen Qingyu's goosebumps rose again.
She looked Cheng Ping up and down: "I think you have recovered now, don't you need to continue to travel around the world?"
Cheng Ping: "!!!"
Wan Duzi, seems to have frightened the beauty!
Are you trying to drive yourself away?
Cheng Ping coughed and covered his abdomen: "Sister-in-law Qingyu, I feel that my waist and abdomen are often weak, and I still need to rest for a while."
Shen Qingyu looked at the part he was covering: "How about I take your pulse?"
Cheng Ping thought of Shen Qingyu's medical skills, and put down his hands with some embarrassment, saying, "I haven't been living in a stable place for too long. Sister-in-law, you cook delicious food, and I want to stay here for a while. Sister-in-law, you want to catch up."
Shall I leave?"
Shen Qingyu was silent for three seconds: "Now that it's healed, the job of chopping firewood at home will be yours from now on."
Cheng Ping remained silent for three seconds and responded with a smile: "Okay..."
So far away in a hidden place on the hillside, Xiao Jin, the supervisor of the surveillance guard, saw the leader carrying a wood-chopping knife and walking slowly towards the back mountain.
Is this... you have something to do with yourself?
Xiao Jin cheered up and ran in that direction. Not long after, he met Cheng Ping in a secluded place.
"Boss?"
Cheng Ping gave him a cold look: "Get out."
Then Cheng Ping began to chop wood.
"Boss, what are you doing..." Xiao Jin was puzzled.
"Chopping firewood. Can't you understand?"
"This...how about a little chop?"
Cheng Ping said with a dark face: "I told you to get lost, don't you understand? Or are you going to tell the villagers that when they see me, Cheng Ping, chops firewood, I still have someone to do it for me?"
Xiao Jin was now sure that the boss really told him to get out and was not being sarcastic, so he got out smoothly.
Hiding in the dark and watching Cheng Ping work hard to chop wood, Xiao Jin couldn't figure it out.
I have been here for a long time. I secretly asked myself to monitor the abandoned prince a few days ago. This is normal...
The deposed prince hardly goes out and teaches the Thousand-Character Classic and the Three-Character Classic at home every day. What is there to monitor?
Later, the boss asked himself to protect Xiao Yunqi's children. It was normal for those three children to always be with the deposed prince.
But now he goes out to chop wood himself...
This is very abnormal.
Boss, this is...retiring to the countryside?!
Could it be that I have had too many shady days of licking blood with the tip of a knife and want to live a normal life?
Cheng Ping chopped a large bundle of firewood and carried it down the mountain. Xiao Jin felt uneasy and came out again: "Boss, do you want me to chop it here first, and you can carry it away when you come up next time?"
Cheng Ping looked at Xiao Jin with a dark face: "Get out!"
Xiao Jin rolled away silently, and heard the boss muttering behind him: "No one named Xiao is good..."
Xiao Jin stumbled and almost fell.
In just two days, all the sweet potatoes in the village were planted. Everyone rushed to Li Zheng's house to ask when the construction of the sweet potato flour workshop would start.
In the past two days, Li Zheng had been running so hard that the soles of his feet were smoking, and he had visited several surrounding villages.
Especially my daughters-in-law, my daughter’s natal family, and my husband’s family all went there.
I made an agreement with each village to plant white sweet potatoes, and then the village would harvest them at ten cents per catty, and then I rushed back.
Sure enough, the villagers had finished planting sweet potatoes and it was time to build houses.
Shen Qingyu stood on the hillside and pointed down at the large open space: "Here, starting from the small slope, to the big tree at the end, and then to the big tree... Build the wall first. Then on the other side.
There, the repair shop..."
The main thing is to give guidance and not work.
Next to him, Li Zheng and several old plasterers nodded, indicating that they understood.
Shen Qingyu looked at Li Zheng again: "I am going to give the meals to Cui Xi and Brother Changshou for the helpers. Brother Changshou will help with the shopping. Cuixi will find a woman from the village to help with the cooking. The wages will be as before.
It counts.”
Li Zheng nodded: They are all his own sons. The daughter-in-law makes money and manages people by herself. Things are easy to handle.
After the explanation was completed, Shen Qingyu went to Fucheng.
Xiao Yunqi followed without saying a word, and Shen Qingyu didn't refuse, so one drove and the other sat.
Because it rained, many refugees near their homes went home to plant sweet potatoes.
But there are also some who have never returned home: by the time they get home, it’s already the time to plant sweet potatoes.
Also, although it is close to home, if all the sweet potato seeds at home are eaten, what is the use of going back?
This is true in the town, and it is also true in the provincial capital.
The two of them walked all the way to Fucheng, and they could see listless refugees fleeing the famine, all with red eyes and looking like hungry wolves.
Fortunately, Xiao Yunqi had a black forehead and was not easy to mess with. No one dared to stop the carriage, so the carriage successfully entered the city...