On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, a queue formed again at the store at noon.

"Hello, what would you like?" Xia Baozhu looked at Leng Minghui and Leng Yunfeng behind him, her voice unchanged.

“Xia Zhaodi, you…” Leng Yunfeng pointed at Xia Baozhu, about to start cursing.

"Think carefully before you speak." Xia Baozhu's face darkened. "If you're not going to buy anything, then go to the side and don't delay my business."

"Give me ten of everything here." Leng Minghui took out a hundred yuan and put it on the counter.

"Brother, why are you buying here? Her stuff is so expensive, the other store sells it for much cheaper." Leng Yunfeng's voice was loud enough for everyone in the store to hear.

"Young lady, which one are you talking about that's the cheapest?" an older woman behind her asked.

"It's the street north of the municipal party committee's residential compound. Fried chicken costs 1.7 yuan, and milk tea costs 0.8 yuan." Leng Yunfeng was pleased to hear someone speak to her, and her voice became even louder.

"You're being dishonest, comrade. You're promoting another store in someone else's shop, aren't you? If you think that store is cheaper, go there. What are you doing here?" someone said, expressing their disgust at Leng Yunfeng's behavior.

"Yeah, if the other brands are better, why are you buying so much here?"

"Go and see for yourselves if you don't believe me. I was just trying to be helpful." After being reprimanded, Leng Yunfeng touched her stomach and replied without saying another word.

Some people did indeed leave.

"Don't go there, that place isn't good," a young man in the line kindly called out to him.

"Whether it's good or not, I'll only know after I try it myself. And even if it doesn't suit your taste, what if it does suit mine? I'll keep thinking about it if I don't try it."

One sentence made the young man nod in agreement.

Leng Yunfeng felt incredibly proud of herself for driving away a customer with just a few words.

"Ten fried chickens, ten pounds of boneless chicken feet, ten chicken wraps, ten cups of bubble tea, ten cups of red bean milk tea, ten cups of sago milk tea, ten cups of milk pudding, ten cups of orange juice pudding, ten cups of milk orange juice pudding, a total of 113 yuan, still 13 yuan short."

Xia Baozhu packed nine large bags, which weighed a total of seventy or eighty pounds.

"Have you no shame? My brother has to pay for his things? Giving you a hundred is already generous, and you still want that 13 yuan. How much do you make from all this?"

Leng Yunfeng was already heartbroken about the hundred yuan her brother had spent; it was her entire month's salary, all of which she had spent on this pile of soup and broth.

Seeing that Xia Baozhu still wanted the 13 yuan, he immediately got angry and started jumping up and down, cursing.

"My prices are clearly marked here, and I treat everyone fairly, young and old alike. This is the price for everyone."

"You think you're so great, like no one can do anything to you? I don't believe you'd act the same way even if your parents came."

"Alright, Yunfeng, say no more," Leng Minghui said, frowning.

He felt terrible about his wife's attitude towards him as a stranger, and what his sister said was exactly what he wanted to say.

But his pride prevented him from asking the question in front of so many people.

At the same time, he was also afraid that Leng Yunfeng would cause Xia Baozhu to hit her, which would be even more embarrassing.

"Are you staying at the Leng family's house tonight?" Xia Baozhu asked Leng Yunfeng, her eyes as cold as ice.

"I'm just staying in my own home, what can you do about it?" Leng Yunfeng met Xia Baozhu's icy eyes, her neck stiff, but she didn't hold out for long before looking away.

"Okay, I'll leave work early today. I hope to see you when I get home."

"Zhao Di, do you have to be so angry? Yun Feng is pregnant, don't scare her, she's not Ming Guang." Leng Minghui took out fifty yuan and put it on the counter, complaining to Xia Baozhu.

"Here's your change: 37 yuan. Here you go." Xia Baozhu gave him the change and added, "I'm still at work, so I hope you can be quick."

"Then let's go back and talk." Leng Minghui coldly tossed out the words and walked out carrying his bags.

When he returned, he heard that Xia Baozhu was still at work, and that his previous words had no effect at all, so he immediately drove over, with Leng Yunfeng leading the way.

However, seeing Xia Baozhu's well-covered face and her professional way of speaking, his anger subsided.

It turns out she does know how to behave appropriately.

If Xia Baozhu could read his mind, she would definitely spit in his face.

She was afraid the cooking fumes would make her face oily, so she deliberately covered herself up like this, which Leng Minghui saw as upholding traditional feminine virtues.

Moreover, chefs nowadays, regardless of gender, all dress like this; she just made her mask a little bigger and her hat brim a little lower.

"Brother, what did Xia Zhaodi mean just now?" Leng Yunfeng felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of Xia Baozhu's gaze earlier.

"It's nothing. Just be careful what you say to your sister-in-law in the future. She's in a bad mood these days."

"Brother, you're making so much money now, how come Xia Zhaodi is bullying you? She's treating our whole family like this, why aren't you getting a divorce?"

"Let me think about it first. I'll take you home first. You're pregnant, so you should control your temper. It's better for the baby."

Leng Minghui was in a state of turmoil, and his return home was filled with chaotic family matters. There wasn't a moment of peace.

"Brother, is getting a divorce really that difficult? If you just agree, what can she say? Why keep dragging it out?"

Listening to his sister's words, Leng Minghui thought of Lin Shiwan's gentle and lovely face.

After dropping Leng Yunfeng off at home, he drove to Lin Shiwan's house.

"Shiwan, I'm outside your house."

Lin Shiwan was surprised that Leng Minghui came to see her so soon after his return, and a beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

"Okay, just a moment, I'll be right out."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shiwan quickly applied a light, sheer makeup, which made her skin appear even whiter and rosier, clean and radiant.

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