Chapter 118 I like it so much
Wang Cuihua was only thinking about increasing her share of the profits; she knew nothing else: "They didn't say anything."
Bai Lu waved her hand and let her go.
Wang Cuihua didn't want to leave; she wanted a raise. But the next second, she saw the cold-faced man come out of the kitchen and immediately left.
Let's find a solution for raising wages another time.
Bai Lu has secured more than three sales channels. For the other sales points, which are far away, she has only left their contact information for now. She will notify them as soon as there are new collaborations in the future.
After delivering the last batch of people who came to pick up roasted chestnuts, Bailu picked up a basket of fresh seasonal fruit and went out.
Go to the farmers' market to buy vegetables.
I also went to Xiao Dazhuang's house.
Xiao Dazhuang wasn't home, but his mother was. She was taken aback when Bailu asked about the ladder.
It was as if Xiao Dazhuang had never mentioned this matter.
However, a moment later.
Xiao Dazhuang's mother explained, "The roof had already been repaired, and Dazhuang was even ready to return the ladder to you. But yesterday, a strong wind blew the tiles off again, and we've used up all the spare tiles we had."
“Dazhuang went out to buy new tiles and plans to replace them when he gets back. Are you in a hurry to use the ladder? If you are, I’ll have Dazhuang bring them back to you when he gets back.”
Seeing that Bai Lu was about to speak, Liang Lixia immediately politely declined, saying, "The few holes in our house are not a big deal, it's just that the kitchen and the sleeping area are drafty."
"It's fine to move cooking to the front yard for now, and just cover yourself with an extra blanket at night."
"You won't get wet if it doesn't rain..."
After all that's been said, how could Bailu (White Dew) be so oblivious to the seriousness of the situation and leave people to suffer in the wind and rain?
Putting aside family rules and etiquette, anyone with a conscience wouldn't force the ladder back at a time like this.
With a conscience, Bai Lu could only smile and offer the fruit she had prepared in advance to Xiao Dazhuang's mother, politely declining her kind invitation to stay for dinner.
Go to the farmers' market to buy vegetables.
On the way back, Bai Lu ran into Aunt Zhang and asked her to borrow a ladder. Aunt Zhang did have a ladder.
That's right...
Aunt Zhang placed the ladder in the chicken coop, with a straw chicken coop placed under each step. Eight or nine hens were nestling in the coop, and the chicks would hatch in four or five days.
If the ladder is moved or the nest is moved at this time, the mother hen will be disturbed, will not be used to it, and will not want to stay in the nest anymore, causing all the chicks to die at the last moment. Then Bailu will be guilty.
Bai Lu had never seen or even heard of this ingenious and magical hatching method before.
They could only chat for a few minutes before going home to cook.
A wilted eggplant, drooping from the frost, returned home, pushed open the door, and carried its vegetable basket into the kitchen.
Passing by the well, I inadvertently saw a man washing vegetables, his resentful eyes filled with complex emotions.
Xiao Cheng remained calm and composed, slowly withdrawing his gaze from the other man's and continuing to wash the vegetables as if nothing had happened.
A moment later, a large patch of chili peppers fell into the basin.
Green chili peppers, red chili peppers.
A pair of small, fair hands reached into the water from the side and scrubbed vigorously, the aroma of chili filling the air.
Xiao Cheng: "..."
"Xiao Wei's lip blister is gone now," Bai Lu explained before Xiao Cheng could speak, her smile exceptionally gentle.
Her smile was dazzling, almost blinding, in the sunlight.
Xiao Cheng's eyes twitched slightly, and the vegetables in his hand made a crisp crunching sound. He parted his thin lips slightly and said, "I'm glad you like it."
Bai Lu smiled and said, "Of course I like it."
"I love it so much."
Xiao Cheng: "..."
The green and red peppers that covered the water surface were quickly washed clean and returned to the shopping basket.
Bai Lu carried her vegetable basket and strolled leisurely toward the kitchen. Just as she took a step, a voice came from behind her.
"They're coming to our house for dinner the day after tomorrow."
"Who?" Bai Lu suddenly turned around.
As far as I can remember, no one dared to form a gang and come to the bully old man's house for a meal or gathering.
Except for the few times...
"Luo Shiliu, Xiao Dazhuang, Wang Hao."
Sure enough, the three names Xiao Cheng uttered overlapped with a memory that surfaced in Bai Lu's mind.
Those were Xiao Cheng's memories.
The day after tomorrow, the twelfth day of the fourth lunar month, May 18th in the Gregorian calendar, is Xiao Cheng's birthday.
It was also the day Xiao Cheng's mother left home.
Xiao Cheng doesn't celebrate his birthday.
Luo Shiliu, Xiao Dazhuang, and Wang Hao dared not mention anything about birthdays on this day.
But every year on this day, they would buy good wine and food and shamelessly come to Xiao Cheng's house to cook and eat together.
After knowing each other for so many years, this was the only day they dared to be so bold as to be kicked out of Xiao Cheng's house and refused to come in to cook. They even climbed over the wall to show off their terrible cooking skills in the kitchen.
Xiao Wei suffers from a fountain-like stomach lavage every year.
Xiao Cheng only drank alcohol and didn't eat any food, so in the end, all the "delicious food" on the table ended up in the chef's stomach.
As they left, they all scrambled out, holding onto the doorframe...
Bai Lu didn't understand why Xiao Cheng was telling her this. Luo Shiliu and the others were there to secretly celebrate his birthday, not hers, so it had nothing to do with her.
Could it be?
What Xiao Cheng meant was that there were guests coming to eat at home, and she, as a woman, couldn't sit at the table.
In her later years, Bailu followed her grandmother to read extensively and learned a great deal about China's five thousand years of culture and historical heritage, including folk art and folk customs.
Regardless of this era or later generations, there are indeed some places where customs still persist, with the feudal and outdated feudal practice of male superiority and female inferiority, where women are not allowed to sit at the table to eat, remaining stubbornly unchanged.
Bai Lu lived in the peaceful 21st century and received an education that emphasized gender equality from childhood.
They do not accept such unequal feudal customs.
If that's really what Xiao Cheng meant, then she'd go out for a nice meal and let them mess around at home. The house belongs to Xiao Cheng, and she has no right to interfere.
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