Transmigrated into ancient times as a peasant woman with three children, her husband insisted on separating the family. Shen Qingyu waved her hand: "Divorce, separate the family, I want the chi...
Shen Qingyu's eyes widened: "But if I don't cook it for you, how will you know this can be eaten like this? How will you know if it tastes good or not?"
When it comes to food, how can describing it with words compare to experiencing it firsthand with your own sense of taste?
Xiao Yunqi was speechless: This woman is just clueless?!
“I mean, I’m your… father of three children, you can make demands of me directly.”
Shen Qingyu waved her hand seriously, "How can that be? We're divorced. I have to settle things with you!"
"Shen Qingyu, don't you really feel any of my feelings?"
Shen Qingyu's expression became even more serious, and she looked somewhat frightened: "Big brother, let's not talk about feelings, talking about feelings will cost money!"
Xiao Yunqi: "!!!"
He was frustrated for three seconds, and for a moment he wanted to give up.
But when she looked up and saw Shen Qingyu's clear eyes, a hope arose: she just had never experienced the goodness of having a man.
As long as you treat her well enough, you will definitely win her heart in time!
While encouraging himself, Xiao Yunqi suppressed his frustration and confessed, "I know I've wronged you all these years. Don't be afraid, I won't force you..."
Shen Qingyu jumped up in surprise, not caring that he hadn't finished eating, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and ran away.
"Brother, what you're saying is giving me goosebumps, I can't take it anymore!"
Then, Shen Qingyu stormed out of the door and fled.
Xiao Yunqi, who hadn't finished speaking, was speechless.
Am I really that much of a monster?
Shen Qingyu stomped downstairs and ran into Cheng Ping in the courtyard.
Looking at the half-eaten bowl of hot and sour sweet potato noodles, Cheng Ping said with anticipation and longing, "Sister-in-law Qingyu, I'm hungry."
Shen Qingyu glanced at the small half-bowl of noodles in her hand and called out, "Cuixi, get Cheng Ping something to eat! He's hungry!"
Before Cheng Ping could say anything, Shen Qingyu called out again, "Da Bao, Er Bao, San Bao, which of you three can handle spicy food? There's some hot and sour noodles your dad didn't finish, do you want to try some?"
Triplets: "I want to eat..."
The hot and sour sweet potato noodles that Mom made were so delicious that everyone wanted to eat them, but because she didn't make much, the village head and representatives from a few households ate them, so they didn't get to eat any.
Just when I was drooling over it, my chance came!
The triplets ate the remaining sweet potato starch.
Cheng Ping: "..." Actually, I don't mind either.
Shen Qingyu then looked at Cheng Ping and belatedly explained, "The rest isn't good for you to eat. I'll ask Cuixi to make you something else to eat."
Cheng Ping said somewhat aggrievedly, "Sister-in-law Qingyu, actually I don't mind that Brother Xiao has eaten before. We used to eat together..."
Shen Qingyu got goosebumps again.
She looked Cheng Ping up and down: "I see you've fully recovered now, don't you need to continue your adventures?"
Cheng Ping: "!!!"
Oh no, I seem to have scared the beauty!
Is this an attempt to get rid of me?
Cheng Ping coughed and clutched his abdomen: "Sister-in-law Qingyu, I often feel weakness in my lower back and abdomen, so I need to rest for a while longer."
Shen Qingyu looked at the area he was covering: "How about I take your pulse?"
Cheng Ping, remembering Shen Qingyu's medical skills, awkwardly lowered his hand and simply resigned himself to his fate: "I've been homeless for too long, and since you cook so well, I wanted to stay here a little longer. Are you trying to kick me out, sister-in-law?"
Shen Qingyu paused for three seconds: "Now that you're all better, you'll be in charge of chopping firewood from now on."
Cheng Ping paused for three seconds, then smiled and replied, "Okay..."
So, from a secluded spot on a distant hillside, Cha Zixiao, a member of the surveillance team, saw his leader carrying a wood-chopping knife, slowly heading towards the back of the mountain.
Is this...someone want to talk to me?
Xiao Jin's spirits lifted, and he ran in that direction. Before long, he ran into Cheng Ping in a secluded spot.
"Boss?"
Cheng Ping glanced at him coldly and said, "Get lost."
Then Cheng Ping started chopping firewood.
"Boss, what's wrong with you...?" Xiao Jin asked, puzzled.
"Chopping wood. Don't understand?"
"Well... how about I cut it?"
Cheng Ping's face darkened: "I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me? Or are you planning to let the villagers see me, Cheng Ping, chopping firewood and having someone else do it for me?"
Xiao Jin was now certain that his boss really meant for him to get lost, and wasn't being sarcastic, so he tactfully left.
Watching Cheng Ping diligently chopping wood from the shadows, Xiao Jin couldn't understand it.
I've been here for quite a while now. A few days ago, I was secretly ordered to monitor the deposed crown prince, which is quite normal...
The deposed crown prince hardly ever goes out; he spends his days at home teaching the Thousand Character Classic and the Three Character Classic. What's there to monitor?
Later, the boss told me to protect Xiao Yunqi's children. It was normal that the three children were always with the deposed crown prince.
But now he's personally going out to chop wood...
This is very abnormal.
The boss is... retiring to the countryside?!
Could it be that after living too many shady, dangerous lives, you long for the life of an ordinary person?
Cheng Ping chopped a large bundle of firewood and carried it down the mountain. Xiao Jin, feeling uneasy, poked his head out again: "Boss, should I chop it here first, so you can carry it back next time you come up?"
Cheng Ping glared at Xiao Jin and said, "Get out!"
Xiao Jin silently rolled away, still hearing his boss mutter behind him, "None of those surnamed Xiao are any good..."
Xiao Jin stumbled and almost fell.
In just two days, everyone in the village had finished planting sweet potatoes, and they all rushed to the village head's house to ask when the sweet potato flour workshop would start construction.
The village head has been running around like crazy these past two days, visiting several surrounding villages.
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