As Qiao Lian'er spoke, she casually patted his head.
In her eyes, he was just a little kid, but A-Cang blushed because Qiao Lian'er was his age and a girl.
But then I thought, Sister Lian'er is just like an adult, so what's the difference between patting his head and tapping his head?
Qiao Zhizhi saw that Qiao Lian'er was avoiding her and talking to A Cang, but she didn't ask any further questions.
She had already figured it out; A Cang and the others were just running errands for Lian'er, and they must have some instructions for her.
Because they would occasionally come to the Qiao family's door to ask for candy.
As dusk fell, everyone packed up their tools and went home. After a day of hard work, they had cleared three collapsed areas, filled in two collapsed sections of road, and reinforced the slope beside the road.
Taking a sip of tea and grabbing a handful of melon seeds brought a perfect end to today's busy day.
The Qiao family members thanked everyone one by one.
"No need to thank me. It's not just your Qiao family that goes to the county town. We go there occasionally too. We're all one family in the village, so don't be so polite."
"Yes, my family also rented a small spice shop and we're busy preparing for its opening," said an older woman.
The Qiao family felt warm inside, as they were all good neighbors.
When the Qiao family returned home to find another basket of strawberries, they were all surprised. To be honest, they had never seen this kind of wild fruit before.
They had been up the mountain countless times; even the rarest fruit would have left some impression, but it was as if it had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Every time, it was Lian who found them, and he found so many.
Thinking of other things that were difficult to explain, the Qiao family tacitly refrained from asking.
They have delicious food and know how to make money; they should just focus on doing their job well.
As for the rest, don't make things difficult for Lian'er.
Qiao Lian'er made a tomato and egg drop soup for everyone, and also made a thick tomato omelet, which was cut into more than thirty rolls, ensuring that each person would have two rolls.
Qiao Zhizhi, still a little dazed from eating, stared wide-eyed and asked, "Were tomatoes and eggs a couple in their past lives? They taste so good together."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
Boss Qiao: "We were husband and wife not only in our past lives, but in eight lifetimes."
The next day, Shen Liang went to town, but he did not bring his book box with him.
He went to a clinic.
"Young man, are you here for a consultation or to ask about medicine?" the shopkeeper asked.
Shen Liang lowered his voice: "Do you have that kind of medicine?"
Which one? Describe it, explain it clearly.
"It's about making things between husband and wife—" Shen Liang coughed. He was, after all, a scholar, so how could he say something so embarrassing?
The shopkeeper smiled knowingly.
"Young man, you've just gotten married, haven't you? It's normal to be inexperienced when you're newly married, but don't be discouraged. I have plenty of good medicine here that can help you regain your confidence as a man."
Upon hearing this, Shen Liang felt both embarrassed and angry.
Isn't the shopkeeper implying that he's incompetent? It's practically humiliating him.
"I don't want it anymore." He left the clinic with a sullen face.
"Oh ho, I was just trying to comfort you out of kindness, and now you won't even let me say it? Really." The shopkeeper watched him leave, his face darkening.
Shen Liang went to another clinic.
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