Su Qingluan looked at her brother and sister who were holding Mu Xingzhi tightly, with an expression of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, speechless and choked with emotion", and looked at Mu Xingzhi with an indescribable look: Can this guy cast a spell?

However, after thinking about Mu Xingzhi's image as a gentleman before his bad side was exposed, Su Qingluan had to admit that as long as this man wanted, he could make anyone like to get along with him.

In fact, this kind of person can be very good at anything he does, for example, lure him to "Su Ji" to be a salesperson or a shopkeeper...

Su Qingluan watched her younger brother and sister bid farewell to their newly minted "brother-in-law," but her mind was filled with the sound of abacus beads, wondering if she could exchange Mu Xingzhi's original beauty for gold, silver, and jewelry...

"Hey, hey!" Two light taps on her shoulders brought Su Qingluan back to reality from her dream of getting rich. She then met Yang's suspicious gaze. "Xingzhi called you twice, why are you grinning like an idiot?"

"Ah, well, nothing..." Su Qingluan shook her head with an innocent expression, but she was thinking: I am thinking about how to "sell" your precious son-in-law for a good price, although I am afraid it is just a thought.

Yang had no idea what kind of crazy thoughts her eldest daughter had in her mind. At this moment, she was holding a wine jar in her hand. The outside of the wine jar was made into a net bag made of straw rope, which could catch the wine jar and be carried in her hand.

"Here, no one in the family can take care of this, so you can take it with you." Yang said.

"Isn't this the preserved egg I made earlier?" Su Qingluan was surprised. "Don't you all love it?"

"How can you be missing this little bit of food that you absolutely must eat?" Yang was at a loss for words. "But you, if you want to eat it, you have to make it now and wait ten days or half a month. Why don't you just take this jar?"

Su Qingluan thought for a moment and nodded: "Then I won't be polite. If you really want to eat it, I will make it for you again."

"Okay, okay, our family doesn't need a bite to eat now. At worst, I can make something else for your brother and sister." The mother and daughter hugged each other, and Su Qingluan followed Mu Xingzhi away.

Mu Xingzhi was sitting in a wheelchair. He had originally offered to help Su Qingluan carry the wine jar, but Su Qingluan's expression lingered subtly for a moment on the long gown with a white background and a green bamboo pattern, then she shook her head: "Forget it. What if..."

Su Qingluan didn't say what came after "what if", and only said that she would understand after she returned.

Mu Xingzhi was not the type to ask questions when he knew the other party was unwilling, and Song Bo would definitely not interrupt at this time, so no one asked any further questions.

Now that the sun is setting, the entire path is golden. The leaves that originally had some green color have turned a little yellow under the setting sun, and look golden and dazzling.

Song Bo looked at Su Qingluan carrying the wine jar-sized object, which seemed quite heavy, so he couldn't help but ask, "Madam, is the jar very heavy?"

Su Qingluan nodded: "It's quite heavy." Seeing Song Bo wanted to help, she shook her head, "It's just a few steps away, and we'll be home soon."

When they got home, Su Qingluan rushed into the kitchen first and opened the jar. Then Song Bo, who came to the kitchen to help, understood why Su Qingluan didn't want Mu Xingzhi to help hold the jar of wine.

Because from the blanket came a pungent stench that made people want to run away.

If Mu Xingzhi looked like a handsome young man in his long gown today, holding a jar of fine wine, he could be praised as unrestrained and uninhibited, but what if the jar of wine was emitting a foul odor...

Just thinking about it is a scene that makes people unable to bear to look at it.

"Husband... Madam!" Song Bo lost his composure very rarely and looked at Su Qingluan with a look that seemed to show him something strange. "What are you looking at? Has it gone bad?"

Su Qingluan smiled and took out two preserved eggs under Song Bo's horrified gaze. "These aren't bad, but they taste a little 'special'. I plan to use them to make porridge tomorrow morning. What do you think?"

Song Bo didn't think it was a good idea. He even suspected that the young woman in front of him, who was smiling innocently, was going to poison everyone.

Then the next morning, Song Bo looked at Su Qingluan as if she were facing a great enemy as she walked into the kitchen.

"Song Bo, why are you so worried?" It was because Song Bo's pale face was very rare. Even when he was in a desperate situation and almost died at the hands of the enemy, Mu Xingzhi had never seen Song Bo with such an expression. So instead of being shocked, Mu Xingzhi felt more amused, so when he looked at Song Bo now, he couldn't help but feel a bit of ridicule.

"Boss, you don't know, that preserved egg, that taste..." Song Bo's face changed: that pungent smell reminded him of the place where grains are recycled.

If Su Qingluan knew what Song Bo was thinking at this moment, she would not be able to help but applaud him: You are right, the pungent smell of the toilet is not only due to skatole, but also largely due to the smell of ammonia, and the surface of preserved eggs has a smell similar to ammonia and hydrogen sulfide, which is quite similar to the smell of the toilet.

Rather, it smells exactly the same.

However, in reality, there are more than one or two things that smell bad but taste good, not to mention that Mu Xingzhi believes that Su Qingluan will not serve food that is truly inedible.

Sure enough, when the century egg and lean meat porridge was served, it smelled really good.

Of course, Song Bo still did not dine at the same table with Mu Xingzhi and Su Qingluan, but Su Qingluan still prepared a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge for Song Bo, and today's side dish was also century egg and tofu - the freshly baked tender tofu tasted excellent.

Add a serving of mixed cucumbers and two steamed buns, and you have a light but delicious breakfast.

Of all things, eating is the most important. After being a parasite for three days after getting married, Su Qingluan finally got to eat the food she made. She couldn't help but squint her eyes: Although it's a bit unfair to Song Bo to think so, it turns out that the food she made is the most delicious.

Although Song Bo has good cooking skills and is happy to have some free time when he doesn't have to cook, if you want to eat something special from the gods and demons, it's better to cook it yourself.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan simply decided to take advantage of these few days to rest at home, without having to rush around at Su Ji, and think of some more meals that would require more effort but that she was craving.

If Mu Xingzhi was at home during the day, his life was very regular. He would either read or help the villagers who came to visit him solve various problems. From small things like headaches and fevers to big things like major financial losses and neighborhood disputes...

This mess of miscellaneous matters made Su Qingluan suspect that Mu Xingzhi was not carrying the script of "weak and sickly", but a script of "county magistrate's secret visit" or something like that.

...Seeing a doctor is fine, but shouldn't neighborhood disputes be handled by the village head? Su Qingluan was lying on the side writing and drawing, complaining in her heart.

After Mu Xingzhi sent a group of people away, he turned around and happened to see Su Qingluan rolling her eyes. He slowly turned his wheelchair over and asked, "What is Qingluan writing?"