Chapter 295: Is Yang Shuting missing? Fubao returned to the brigade earlier than the Qian family and happily ran to find Chen Qingyi.

As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Xiaoyi, you missed the big show today!"

Balabala learned it from beginning to end, and Chen Qingyi was so happy that she fell over and cursed, "You deserve it."

He happily ran to the field to find Chen Shengnan to learn how to speak.

Chen Shengnan was happy, but also felt like he had swallowed a fly. He didn't expect that he would become a witness against those two bitches.

Who can I go to for justice?

Chen Qingyi saw that she was unhappy and comforted her, "Just wait and see, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

They were fighting so fiercely in the hospital.

Who wouldn’t know what’s going on?

It's impossible to hide it. Even Chunju's family, can they really swallow this?

On the surface, they say it’s because of personality incompatibility, but who would believe it?

If they really don't get along, can he go to the hospital to see Gu Xinhua after meeting his parents?

They just split up over there, and now they're getting another one right away. Who wouldn't think twice?"

Chen Shengnan thought so too, and this time he was really happy, clapping his hands:

"Wouldn't that mean he'd lose his job? Tsk tsk, Wang Shuhui is lucky."

On the contrary, Qian Xiaolan's life was a bit miserable.

But why is she so happy!

After Chen Qingyi and Chen Shengnan finished whispering, they wanted to run home and learn from Zhao Xiangmei and the others.

Fubao was one step faster than her and stood on the shelf, like a storyteller.

When he talked about slapping, he waved his wings and looked very excited. Zhao Xiangmei and others took out melon seeds to show their support.

Chen Qingyi listened to it once and stopped listening. She went into the kitchen and chopped the two chickens that had been prepared long ago into pieces.

I added ginseng and Yunnan mushrooms and made a big pot of chicken soup.

After it was done, he secretly served some to Chu Xun in a lunch box like a thief.

The ginseng was even given one third directly to him.

After dinner, he gave it to Chu Xun, and took another ginseng to Old Zhai's house.

"Old man, look what good stuff I brought, ginseng, I want to use it to make wine.

Can you show me how much is appropriate to soak?"

Old Zhai was having lunch with a big chicken drumstick in his hand. When he heard her say that she wanted to use ginseng to make wine, he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a small ginseng.

After Chen Qingyi took out the ginseng from the newspaper.

The old man was immediately distraught, "Such a good ginseng, you actually dug up the roots and wanted to make wine!"

"Only twenty years, maybe?" Chen Qingyi didn't care.

The old man rolled his eyes and said, “What do you know? It looks like twenty years, but you have good quality.

The medicinal effect lasts for at least thirty years.

It’s a pity to use it for wine.”

"I used the other root to make chicken soup at noon, and we shared the ginseng!

To be honest, it doesn’t taste very good.”

“…Not very tasty?”

After hearing this, Old Zhai's eyes widened instantly. Thirty-year-old ginseng?!

I actually ate it like this!!

Old Zhai suddenly felt that the chicken leg in his hand no longer tasted good.

The astonishment on the old man's face made Chen Qingyi laugh out loud, "Not as delicious as chicken wings."

Old Zhaitou: “……!!”

Go away.

A minute later, Chen Qingyi was driven out. After taking just two steps, Chen Qingyi felt something flowing down her nose.

"Oh, old man, I have a nosebleed."

It was as if there were small motors under his feet, and he ran back into the house in an instant.

"...What are you doing?" Chen Qingyi covered her nose with one hand and her chest with the other hand in a pretentious manner.

A flash of embarrassment crossed the old man's face, and Old Zhai coughed lightly:

"You've already made chicken soup with the whole root, so what's wrong with me plucking some of the ginseng roots to eat?"

No problem!

Will he be embarrassed?

Nonsense!

"Ha, you must have eaten too much. Your nose bleeds a lot."

The old man gloated and found a piece of toilet paper to block it.

"Just eat more stir-fried bitter melon and drink some chrysanthemum tea, or even mung bean soup."

"If it really doesn't work, just run around the team a few times. It's no big deal. You're just too weak."

"I'm weak? How could I be weak? I'm strong enough to kill a wild boar with one punch."

Chen Qingyi snorted angrily. Are you kidding me? Is it free to drink the spiritual spring water every day?

"It must be that the ginseng is so good."

Chen Qingyi looked a little funny at this time, and she waited until her nosebleed had completely stopped before leaving.

When he got home, he saw three people with the same style, and it seemed that Chu Xun could not escape.

Laugh at him rudely and pretend that nothing happened.

Maybe it was because I took too much tonic and had unlimited energy. I did a lot of work in the space at night.

Some of the leftover fruit was stored in the warehouse.

The other part was dried into fruit.

He also made a lot of meat sauce, pork, and beef, a large bucket of each, and added a lot of spiritual spring water.

The cows in the space also produced excessive milk, and Chen Qingyi learned to make a lot of yogurt and yogurt lumps.

The taste is amazing.

Especially the yogurt lumps, which are sour and sweet, she loves them very much.

She planned to mail some to Chen Qingsong every now and then. As for Chen Changbo...

Let’s just forget it.

Chen Shimei was not qualified to use her spiritual spring water.

Thinking of him, Chen Qingyi suddenly remembered her fickleness and rubbed her fingers.

Hiss, the train will arrive tomorrow morning.

It seems no one wants to pick me up at the station? I haven't heard Uncle San and Chen Changjiang mention this.

There will be something exciting to watch in the brigade tomorrow. Will it be to see the Qian family’s engagement, or to meet Yang Shuting?

"Yang Shuting, Qian Xiaolan..." Chen Qingyi was ready to leave it to fate.

She pulled out a very beautiful rose petal and just finished talking about Yang Shuting.

Chen Qingyi lowered her head and saw the last three petals.

He made a sound of clicking his tongue.

Not very satisfied with this providence, he threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet, “Ah, it seems that God is not very reliable.

I still have to face my own heart and go see Yang Shuting tomorrow."

I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much.

She slept soundly until noon, and her eyes were narrowed into slits.

I looked at the watch and it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Wouldn't that mean she missed Yang Shuting's train at 4 o'clock in the morning, even if she walked slowly.

It’s time now.

Chen Qingyi quickly got up, put on her clothes, folded the quilt, washed her face and combed her hair.

I didn’t even have time to eat my meal properly. I just boiled two eggs and heated a cup of milk in the space.

I specially put on the braid that Chen Changbo bought for me and changed into beautiful sandals.

Finally, give yourself a princess hairstyle.

I arrived at Old Chen's house in a very imposing manner, but as soon as I entered the door, I felt that the atmosphere was not right.

It seemed like no one was talking and it wasn't lively at all.

That shouldn't be the case. Anyone can be quiet, but Shi Lanhua definitely won't!

Oh, by the way, I’m going to work.

Feeling something approaching from behind, Chen Qingyi turned around suddenly, picked up the goose by the neck and threw it aside.

He waved his little fist:

"If you dare to twist me secretly again, I'll boil you in a pot!"

This goose is so annoying.

Always want to attack her.

"Just ate my chicken, and now you're thinking about my goose."

Hearing her voice, Old Mrs. Chen came out of the house, and Chen Qingyi came up to her and winked at her.

"Grandma, where are the people?"

"I want to know, too. Where are the people? They haven't come at all. Even a chicken would have jumped here at this hour."

Chen Qingyi...

It won’t be lost, right?