Even today, she is still grateful to him when she thinks about the past, which is enough to prove how good he is.

Yu Zhou opened his thin lips slightly and was about to ask again.

Huo Fengyan walked out of the house and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he saw two people sitting under the tree.

He also sat over there, to the right of his son Zhizhi.

"What are you talking about?"

Yu Zhou said softly, "Nothing to talk about."

Huo Fengyan looked at Qingzhi, jealousy evident in his eyes.

Xu Qingzhi thought about it and indeed… “Nothing to talk about.”

Huo Fengyan didn't ask what they talked about before. He put his hand on Qingzhi's and asked her, "So you're not going to make dumplings?"

"No, sit here for a while. Quite a few people are making dumplings, and I don't think we can finish them all." Xu Qingzhi was telling the truth. Aunt Zhou and Aunt Ma were making dumplings so fast that they both made enough for five or six people. Her speed at making dumplings was just for fun at best.

Yu Zhou lowered his eyes and looked at the two people's folded hands, his eyes darkened.

Wang Yanmei had already cooked the first pot of dumplings. Zhou An came out and waved to the three of them: "The dumplings are ready. Come in and eat them."

Yu Zhou got up first and walked into the house.

Under the persimmon tree, only Xu Qingzhi and Huo Fengyan were left.

She looked at him, pulled her hand back from his palm, and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Well, I always feel that his eyes have bad intentions." Huo Fengyan narrowed his eyes slightly, not hiding his intentions at all.

Xu Qingzhi explained helplessly: "No, he has always been like this, always gentle and kind to everyone."

Huo Fengyan didn't believe it, and leaned towards Qingzhi: "I don't want to see you sitting alone with him."

Falling in love can sometimes make an adult become as childish as a primary school student.

"I came here on my own initiative." Xu Qingzhi explained, just like in the past when she was alone, Yu Zhou would take care of her emotions. Taking care of the emotions of her old classmates and guests was what she, as the host, should do.

But the word "love" is really unreasonable.

The more you love someone, the more afraid you are of losing them again after losing them once.

Huo Fengyan finally got Zhizhi to accept him, and he was afraid that someone else would snatch her away again.

He reached out and took his hand, looking at her, his eyes slightly lowered, and called her: "Zhizhi."

In Xu Qingzhi's eyes, it was just like the pitiful expression on Dahuang's face when her grandfather's dog sat on the ground and wagged its tail at her for a while, but she refused to touch its head.

She answered him: "I'm here."

Zhou An hurriedly shouted from inside the room, "Qingzhi, come and eat dumplings quickly. The first pot of dumplings is almost gone. I left a few for you."

"I'm coming." Xu Qingzhi responded and tickled his palm. "Let's go in and eat dumplings."

Huo Fengyan's face was visibly filled with joy.

One pot couldn’t hold too many dumplings, and Xu Qingzhi and Huo Fengyan came last, so they only got two, with snow-covered pork filling.

When you take a bite, juice overflows and the meat filling tastes very tender. Combined with the unique taste of snow mustard, the dumplings taste amazing.

"It's delicious. This is the first time I eat this snow-white red dumpling." Aunt Zhou held the bowl and picked up the dumplings with chopsticks, tasting one after another.

Tian Li said: "I think this filling would be delicious even if it's used to make steamed buns."

"Yes, this stuffing is so fragrant. I feel that this snow mustard has a very special taste, different from other green vegetables." Bian Chang responded, and then asked: "Where is Mr. Zhou? Hasn't he come back yet?"

Zhou An then thought of her father, "Oh, I even called him to tell him that the dumplings are ready. Haha~ I'll call him now."

Zhou Zheng was also on his way back. After receiving a call from his daughter, he entered the house a few minutes later. The whole house smelled of dumplings. He was also hungry, so he asked, "Where are the dumplings?" Zhou An waved his hand, "Dad, wait a minute. The second pot of dumplings has also been snatched up. You have to wait for the third pot."

Tian Li shook his head and praised: "The dumplings are so delicious, there is nothing I can do."

Just like that, as the food cooks, everyone gets some to share.

Then they continued making dumplings on the other side until the fourth pot was cooked. Only then did half of the people get a bowl of dumplings, and the other half got a bowl from the fifth pot.

Everyone was so full just eating dumplings.

"It's so delicious! These dumplings are the best I've ever eaten in my life." Tian Li touched his belly which was almost full.

"No wonder everyone is rushing to get vegetables from the farm. The snow mulberry is so delicious when used to make dumplings. When I go back to Kyoto and there are snow mulberry trees on the farm, I will buy some," said Tian Li.

Bian Chang smiled and said, "Are you sure you can get it?"

Tian Li said uncertainly: "It seems unlikely, hahaha, anyway, I'll give it a try when the time comes. The important thing is to participate, just in case."

After everyone finished eating the dumplings, there were still many dumplings left uncooked.

Aunt Zhou asked, "Can I take some of these dumplings away? They're delicious. I want my husband to have a taste too."

"Of course." Wang Yanmei nodded and asked Qingzhi to pack up.

Xu Qingzhi sprinkled more flour on the dumplings, packed them in a box that originally contained eggs, and asked Aunt Zhou, Lian Nan, and Aunt Ma to take them back to eat.

Before leaving, Wang Yanmei took out three red envelopes from her pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the three people.

"What is this?" Aunt Zhou was surprised.

Xu Qingzhi said at the side: "This is an extra bonus in addition to the salary. Thank you for your hard work during this period."

During this period, she earned another seven-digit income from selling rice. Excluding the transportation and packaging costs and the daily maintenance costs of the farm, she already had a considerable eight-digit income without moving the money.

Since the farm is making money, it naturally cannot treat its employees unfairly.

"Take it. We won't be selling vegetables today because it's the Winter Solstice. We can take a day off," said Wang Yanmei.

When Aunt Ma held the red envelope, she could feel its thickness and weight. There was quite a bit of bonus inside. Her eyes immediately turned red. If she was working outside, she would never get such a good thing.

They also helped the boss make and eat dumplings, and from time to time, he would ask them to bring some vegetables from the fields home to eat.

In the village where she had been before, there were some gossips in her ears, saying that the Xu family's farm made so much money, but why the wages were still so low.

She didn't even want to pay attention to that person. Being able to make money was his ability.

If you want to find a job in the village, with a fixed salary of several thousand yuan a month, a few days off a month, and no salary delays, where can you find it? If there is no Fuwang Farm, there will be no such good thing.

Aunt Ma knew very well that the man was just whispering in her ear, trying to get her to leave so that the man would have a chance to apply for a job at the farm.

Not long after the three people left, Wang Yanmei sent a message in the WeChat group "Fuwang Farm" on her mobile phone.

"Starting from next month, everyone's salary will be increased to 5,000. Qingzhi asked me to tell the group."

Aunt Zhou: "Thank you, boss.jpg"

Aunt Ma: "Today is all good news."

Xia Liannan: "Thank you, boss.jpg"

Some of them didn't even want to take a holiday. They wanted to rush back to the farm to pick 300 kilograms of vegetables to vent their inner ecstasy after the salary increase.

There are many jobs on the farm, including selling vegetables, picking and packing vegetables, preparing pig and chicken food, feeding the pigs, cleaning the pig pens, etc. Wang Yanmei is responsible for coordinating the work from time to time. It can be said that they do whatever work is available on the farm.

Rongrong, who came to take dumplings to Grandpa, also received a red envelope. When she took it, her hands covered with burn scars trembled and she said, "Thank you."

If it weren't for this job of delivering meals, she didn't know what else she could do besides taking care of children.