Speechless after being confronted by the two women, Song Hengjue went straight into the kitchen.

Yang Qingheng still harbored resentment towards this person for deliberately embarrassing her earlier, and remained silent, her face as black as if it could drip water.

Song Hengjue was silent for a moment, then reached out and snatched the spatula from her hand: "Let me do it."

Something cold slid into her palm. Yang Qingheng looked down and saw that it was a small bottle of medicine.

She glanced at him indifferently, then turned and left.

He's smart to be sensible.

The group ate dinner in unusual silence, with Yao Ying looking the worst.

"Is it not good?" Song Hengjue picked up a piece of braised pork for her and tasted one himself. It tasted normal.

Yao Ying hesitated for a long time, staring at him, before finally managing to say, "Son, the kitchen isn't a good place for you. You should go in there less often."

If she was cold on the outside but warm on the inside when she saw her son come back, now she is utterly heartbroken.

Having grown accustomed to her daughter-in-law's delicious cooking, Yao Ying now thinks her son's cooking is simply pig swill!

Song Hengjue's face stiffened.

"Mom, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll cook it for you."

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows slightly in a smug smile and affectionately hugged Yao Ying's arm.

Ha, doesn't he know his own cooking skills? Who else but her would be willing to support him?

They don't know what's good for them.

Yao Ying suddenly laughed and started rambling on about which of her dishes was the best.

Song Hengjue, his own son, is treated like an outsider.

After finishing his meal, Song Hengjue took some personal belongings and went outside.

When Yang Qingheng came out, he was nowhere to be seen. Yao Ying was sitting in the courtyard sewing shoe soles.

"He forgot to take his bike." Seeing the brand-new bicycle in the yard, she frowned, not really wanting to take it to him.

Yao Ying: "This isn't the car Erniu lent him; he said he bought it for me."

"He's so good to you," Yang Qingheng said, feeling a pang of envy.

Yao Ying scoffed: "They said it was bought for me, but in the end it was all opened by you. Stop being sarcastic."

It's like a blind man lighting a lamp—a complete waste of time.

She's an old woman who can't even ride a bicycle, you little brat, using her as a gift box.

Yang Qingheng chuckled, finding the bicycle utterly appealing.

I've wanted to buy one for a while now. The school is far away, and I have to get up at six every morning. The buses are also incredibly crowded at night, and there's a mix of smells from chickens, ducks, geese, and sweat. Unfortunately, bicycle tickets are only available to factory workers, and you can't find many in the whole village, so I haven't been able to buy one yet.

The next day happened to be the weekend, so the bicycle came in handy, and she rode it directly to town.

Once inside the black market, we turned directly into the same alley as last time.

"Sister Yang, you're here to see Master Xu, right? Come inside." Master Xu's underling smiled as soon as he saw her and pointed to the inner room.

Ever since Yang Qingheng's bag was sold for money on the black market, everyone has benefited from her kindness, and they look at her with much more respect.

Yang Qingheng nodded and walked into the courtyard on her own.

"Comrade Yang, what brings you here?" Old Master Xu was smoking in the courtyard. When he saw her come in, he quickly put out his cigarette.

Yang Qingheng sat down and asked, "How have you been doing with selling bags lately? Have you been managing them well?"

Master Xu took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to her: "Not bad, this is half a month's dividend, you can count it."

Yang Qingheng didn't count the bags, but put them directly into her bag and tentatively said, "I don't have enough manpower here. You can tell me that I'll just hand over the sales work to you. As for the profit sharing, based on the model of the past two weeks, I'll give you the bags for 5.5 yuan each, and you can keep whatever number you sell."

Master Xu tapped the cup unconsciously with his index finger, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Okay."

The deal was struck, and Yang Qingheng didn't waste any more words with him before heading straight out into the black market.

She wasn't worried that Second Master Xu would embezzle her goods; she believed he could distinguish between a one-time deal and long-term interests.

I bought a piece of pork belly, wrapped it up, and put it directly into my crossbody bag.

On a whim, she walked toward her stall.

It's the weekend, and the black market is full of young women. Her stall is packed with people, and the men selling bags are busy as bees, all smiles.

Looking at this scene, Yang Qingheng felt a sense of satisfaction, like stuffing money into her pocket, for some reason.

Suddenly, a shout came from outside.

"The Industry and Commerce Bureau is here, run!"

Yang Qingheng was startled and instinctively tried to hide in the alley.

But then I saw the man selling bags frantically stuffing bags into his basket.

Yang Qingheng was furious. She kicked the empty basket aside and grabbed his arm hard: "Why aren't you running? Do you want to go to jail?"

The man was furious and shoved her away, saying, "What do you know? This is over six hundred yuan!" He scrambled to pick up the basket and frantically stuffed it into his bag.

Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth, squatted down, and hurriedly packed her bag. The sounds from the alley entrance were getting closer and closer, so she picked up a basket and rushed into the alley.

The man followed closely behind.

It turned out to be a dead end!

It's like even drinking cold water can cause problems.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she dropped her bag and tried to run outside.

The bag seller will go to jail, while the customer will at most be detained. If she runs away now, she might be able to put on a show and deny everything.

However, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly stopped outside.

Yang Qingheng felt utterly hopeless and glared fiercely at the man beside her: "It's all your fault, you wouldn't run away no matter what." You dragged her into this mess.

“I’ll take care of it myself.” The man never expected a stranger to be so kind. He pursed his lips and spoke earnestly.

Yang Qingheng pressed herself tightly against the wall, ignoring him, and prayed frantically in her heart that the people outside wouldn't notice what was happening.

"Xiao Liu, go to the left."

"You two go to the right."

Realizing that the others hadn't noticed the dead end, Yang Qingheng breathed a huge sigh of relief and covered her mouth tightly.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound beside me, and a bag fell to the ground.

"Go and take a look inside the alley," a command came from outside.

The footsteps grew closer, and Yang Qingheng's heart pounded. She glared fiercely at the culprit beside her: "Remember what you just said."

I forced myself to look up and met a pair of familiar eyes.