In particular, those who secretly run businesses live better lives than ordinary people.
Every year, many migrants come here.
So doing business is definitely not a problem.
When it gets cold, hot pot and spicy hot pot can be enjoyed.
With Chen Ma's skills, she can definitely make it as long as you tell her what you want to do.
Just thinking about the future, with all sorts of delicious food to enjoy, makes me feel incredibly happy.
He Fengmian watched as she looked so satisfied with just a roast chicken, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Shulan didn't notice him smiling. Watching his overly refined way of eating, she said, "Eat up, this won't taste good if it gets cold."
"Um."
The two shared the roast chicken and ate to their hearts' content.
When they were leaving, Shulan gave some of the pastries that Chen Ma had made to Big Beard.
Then he took another bag of pastries, intending to share them with Tiger and the other children, as well as some elderly people.
He Fengmian looked at the person whose steps had become lighter because of the good food and couldn't help but chuckle.
The second-year junior high student couldn't help but let out a silent "wow," excitedly reaching for his little pouch for sunflower seeds and starting to silently crack them open.
As He Fengmian turned around with a few pastries in his hand, he saw Qu Ming rushing over in a flurry: "General, we've already reclaimed tens of thousands of acres of land over there. If we plant grain on all of it, then we won't have to worry about food next year."
Watching everyone go from weeding and hoeing the ground to now transforming the wasteland into a presentable place and even sowing grain seeds, Qu Ming felt a sense of satisfaction just looking at it.
After all, they haven't gone hungry in the past few years since the new emperor ascended the throne.
Having grain means peace of mind; everyone is happy to see this grain.
Overjoyed, he looked at the pastries in the general's hand and chuckled, "Did the general know that his subordinate hadn't eaten and specially prepare these for him?"
After saying that, he went over to take a piece.
But He Fengmian dodged his outstretched hand: "If you want to eat, go to the kitchen and have them make it for you. This is mine."
She turned away deftly, clearly not intending to give him the pastry.
Qu Ming: "..."
It's just a few pastries. When did their general become so stingy?
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