Chapter 82 Wang Yuqing Sells Snails for the Second Time

That evening, after Wang Yuqing finished preparing the stir-fried snails, she went back to her room to sleep. She saw Ji Xuening still making the bed and said, "Get some rest early. Remember to go to the director first thing tomorrow morning and tell him that you're not doing anything related to the earthen kiln."

Ji Xuening nodded: "Okay, I'll finish it right away, then I'll go to sleep."

Wang Yuqing stood there watching him for a while, feeling that he seemed to have inexhaustible energy when he worked. She couldn't help but start to have impure thoughts, wondering if he would do the same in bed.

Are you feeling unwell?

Ji Xuening suddenly looked up at her blushing face.

After saying that, he quickly put down the tools in his hand, took a few steps forward, reached out and touched her forehead, his dark eyes filled with concern: "Why is she a little hot again? There's still one fever reducer left."

"I won't eat it!"

Wang Yuqing was startled. Remembering the nauseatingly bitter fever reducer, her throat felt bitter again.

She continued, "I don't have a fever. Are you always trying to make me sick so you can take advantage of me?"

These words made Ji Xuening quickly withdraw his hand, his handsome yet slightly rough face flushed, and he stammered, "I...I didn't...want to take advantage of you, I was just worried about you."

Wang Yuqing asked playfully, "How many times did you touch my forehead last night? Who knows if you secretly touched other places while I was sleeping?"

Ji Xuening's dark eyes burned, and her throat went dry: "No, I'm not... that kind of person."

Wang Yuqing chuckled again and blew a breath at his tense face: "Just kidding. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight."

But that very tone made his heart flutter and his whole body feel hot. He breathed rapidly, "Then... go to sleep."

After Wang Yuqing entered the room, there seemed to be a fire in his eyes that he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he ran to the kitchen, got a bucket of water, and poured it on himself.

He suddenly had a wicked idea: he wanted to get a marriage certificate as soon as possible and have sex with her.

At four o'clock the next day, Wang Yuqing got up and saw that Ji Xuening had also gotten up and, just like last time, had lit a fire.

His eyes were slightly avoiding Wang Yuqing's, trying to appear calm, before he sat down in front of the stove with his head down.

Today is Sunday, and Ji Daming and Ji Xiaoming don't have to go to school. The two children got up early to help out and even volunteered to help Wang Yuqing go to the county market.

Wang Yuqing didn't refuse. After all, the amount of snails this time was more than double that of last time, and at least two people would be needed to help carry them. Moreover, this time they weren't as lucky as last time to run into Lei Jun driving a tractor to the county town.

Today, I'm going to carry these goods on my shoulders to the county town to sell.

Ji Xiaoming also wanted to visit the county town. He said, "I'm not going to buy anything, I just want to take a look."

Wang Yuqing agreed. She worked for more than two hours, using two large pots at the same time, and cooked a total of four large pots, which filled two large steamers.

They also filled four other baskets with bamboo baskets woven by Grandma Ji, each lined with a clean cloth.

It weighed about 100 jin in total, and we used up all the seasonings at home.

While eating, Ji Xiaoming asked, "There's so much, will we be able to sell it all?"

He chuckled again: "If we can't sell them all, I'll help eat them. I might eat some myself. This stuff gets better and better the more you eat it, but it's so spicy it'll burn your butt."

Ji Daming said, "Eat less, eating too much is not good either."

Wang Yuqing was confident that she could sell out. Stir-fried snails were a novelty in this day and age, and they were so appetizing and delicious that many people were willing to buy them.

Seeing that this person weighed over 100 pounds, which wasn't light, Ji Xuening said, "Shall I give you a ride?"

Wang Yuqing refused, and even told him not to go to the kiln, simply because she felt sorry for him, since that was where his parents had died tragically.

Ji Daming and Ji Xiaoming were clearly excited and didn't want Ji Xuening to see them off.

The two children helped carry the load, smiling all the way.

Chen from the production team woke up early and, seeing Yuqing, greeted her: "Yuqing, are you feeling any better from your fever? Going to sell snails today?"

Wang Yuqing stopped, scooped out some snails and handed them to Chen E, smiling as she said, "You're much better now. It's just a high fever, nothing serious. Take these home and eat them."

Chen was quite embarrassed and declined several times, but she couldn't resist Wang Yuqing's enthusiasm and finally accepted it. She also gave Wang Yuqing two coupons to help her buy them at the market.

At this moment.

Chen E's son, Chen Zhong, ran out. He greeted Wang Yuqing with a simple smile, then rushed into the kitchen and quickly came out again, carrying a washbasin half-filled with water and a washcloth.

Chen E looked at her and said angrily, "Are you her servant? Is she a landlord? She needs you to come out and carry her in just to wash her face."

Chen Zhong protested, "Mom, all I'm doing is carrying a basin of water."

Chen E snorted, "Look at your pathetic self! You're always serving her, but I've never seen you serve me."

Chen Zhong retorted, "How have I not served you? Last time, Chunxia cooked a meal, which was a rare treat. I brought the food to your room, and you scolded me for being useless, saying that you have hands and feet and don't need me to bring it."

Chen E wanted to scold him, but he suppressed it because Wang Yuqing was still there. Then he handed the snails in his hand to Chen Zhong: "Take them in and eat them. Let your good wife have a taste too. Didn't she want to eat them ever since she had them last time?"

Chen Zhong chuckled: "Okay."

He thanked Wang Yuqing again, saying, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Then, giggling, he rushed in with the snails, shouting, "Wife, wife, there are snails to eat!"

Soon, Feng Chunxia inside the room said loudly, as if on purpose: "I don't like to eat for free. If I eat for free, I'm afraid some people will say that I owe her and talk behind my back."

Chen E laughed awkwardly: "Don't mind her, that's just how she is, she can never say anything nice."

Then Chen Zhong came out again, holding a small jar in his hand. He was a little happy: "Sister-in-law, this is honey that my wife gave you. However, there's only half a jar left. She said that she ate your snails and didn't want to owe you anything, so she's giving you the rest of the honey."

Chen E said, "Wasn't this a gift from her family? She treats it like a treasure and drinks a little every morning, saying that her cousin in the city said it's for beauty or something. She's so vain."

Wang Yuqing took the honey and said towards the window, "Thanks! This honey is more precious than snails. I didn't expect you to be so generous."

From inside came Feng Chunxia's shrill voice: "It's just honey, and you treat it like a precious treasure, like you have no knowledge at all."

Chen Zhong's face darkened; he felt his wife's words were a bit harsh.

The next second, Feng Chunxia's voice came again: "Next time my family sends me honey, I'll give you a whole jar, so you can see what it's like."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhong chuckled softly, "My wife is usually so stingy, yet she's offering you honey."

Even Chen E, who was standing next to her, was quite surprised.

Wang Yuqing felt that this person wasn't entirely bad, but his words were sharp and barbed. She replied, "He does things like a human being, but his mouth is like a knife. Since you're going to give it to me, I won't be polite."

Inside the house, Feng Chunxia was muttering something to herself, but Wang Yuqing didn't want to listen; she was in a hurry to go to the market to sell snails.

As for this person, they may have a sharp tongue but a kind heart. However, she doesn't want to have much contact with them. After all, having someone around who speaks so sarcastically is like having a knife cutting into your heart. Even if they don't mean any harm, it will still make you very uncomfortable.

She wasn't in the mood to be tolerant!