After returning to Sister Wang's house from the hospital, Mu Liuyun heard a donkey braying from a distance.
I stayed at Sister Wang's house for a few days and didn't see that her parents kept any animals, not even a cat. So where did the donkey braying come from?
Just as Mu Liuyun was about to ask a question, she saw Sister Wang rushing excitedly toward her front door.
"Xiaoyun, hurry up, we're in for a treat today!"
Following Sister Wang's footsteps, Mu Liuyun entered the Wang family's courtyard and saw a small donkey circling in front of a large stone mill, while Father Wang stood beside it holding a whip.
"Dad, the tofu you made today is made with black sesame seeds!"
Sister Wang ran excitedly to her father's side, staring longingly at the powder coming out of the millstone.
"The black sesame paste is mainly for Xiaoyun to try."
Upon hearing her name called, Mu Liuyun quickly walked over and stood behind Sister Wang, tiptoeing to look.
The millstone was filled with a large amount of black sesame seeds. Driven by the donkey and the millstone, the seeds turned into black powder and flowed out from the ground. The powder was then collected by the father into a small bucket.
Looking at the powder in the bucket, Mu Liuyun was a little excited: "So this is black sesame paste? So that's how it's made!"
Sister Wang, who was standing to the side, smiled and said, "How could that be? We need to add glutinous rice flour and white sugar later, and then we can make the black sesame paste that we usually drink."
"oh oh!"
Mu Liuyun didn't really like black sesame paste; in fact, he wasn't interested in anything with a sticky texture.
In particular, the mochi and taro milk tea in some milk tea shops taught Mu Liuyun what "dark cuisine" really meant.
Even if she didn't like the food, it didn't stop Mu Liuyun from being interested in the production process. The large stone mill in front of her was probably just as attractive to boys as excavators or tree branches.
"Dad, where did this donkey come from?"
"It was bought with the salary Xiaoyun gave us."
As Wang's father spoke, a proud expression appeared on his face.
The king's father and mother didn't have many scenes, but they still received the compensation they deserved from Mu Liuyun.
This little donkey was bought with that money.
Seeing that Mu Liuyun was staring at the little donkey, Wang's father patted his head and said, "There are fewer donkeys in the village now. Most households have small tricycles now, so there's no need to use donkeys to transport things."
The father guessed that Mu Liuyun would be interested in this, which is why he bought the little donkey.
Mu Liuyun chuckled. He had already figured out how to write the script for tomorrow's video. This little donkey would also become a regular guest at Er Ya's convenience store!
"Er Ya, take this bucket back and make some for Xiao Yun. Xiao Yun doesn't like sticky things, so put in less glutinous rice flour."
Hearing Wang's father's words, Mu Liuyun scratched her cheek embarrassedly. Sticky rice cakes were a regular feature on the Wang family's breakfast table, but Mu Liuyun had only tried one and hadn't eaten any since.
It seems that the King's father noticed this, which made Mu Liuyun feel somewhat happy.
Okay~
Sister Wang went to the kitchen happily, while Father Wang looked at Mu Liuyun, hesitant to speak, "Xiaoyun, the village chief is coming again tonight..."
"...Come on, come on, I'm used to it."
Mr. Wang shook his head: "Miss Shui is coming today too."
"..."
After finishing her own business these past two days, Shui Jing somehow started eating with the village chief. She used to be quite polite, only coming every two or three days.
But now, she came just yesterday, and she's coming again today.
Well, it's fine too.
At least this shows that Mu Liuyun's cooking skills have been recognized.
"Ah—ah—ah—ah"
Suddenly, the little donkey brayed again. Mu Liuyun looked up and saw that the little donkey, who had been slacking off at some point, had been discovered by the king's father and was being whipped with a small whip.
Watching the whip strike the donkey's rump again and again, Mu Liuyun couldn't help but touch her own rump and back.
"What, does this remind you of that pervert Shen Lanxin?"
...
"Choo!"
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Shen Lanxin suddenly sneezed. She looked at her down jacket and frowned curiously.
"What's going on? Is Xiaoyun thinking about me?"
"Mr. Shen, do you have a cold?"
The driver in the front seat turned around, his tone somewhat worried.
"It's alright, just keep driving. The important thing is to see Boss Shui as soon as possible."
Shen Lanxin had heard from Zhang Chunfang that Gu Nan had been arrested by the police in Beiji Village, so she thought she would come here to see.
Of course, she wasn't there to bail Gu Nan out; she didn't have the time. She was mainly there to see the spectacle and, incidentally, to see if Mu Liuyun was there.
Besides, she can also come here to see Shui Jing.
Shen Lanxin didn't have many friends, and Shui Jing happened to be one of them.
Shui Jing told Shen Lanxin that she was planning to start a new business in Beiji Village. This unexpected convergence of three things must be suspicious.
Shen Lanxin's rationality told her that there was no such coincidence in the world; if there were, it would only be more coincidental.
Therefore, she was certain that Mu Liuyun was in this village.
"Is this what fate is all about...?"
"How interesting!"
Shen Lanxin looked out the car window, a slight smile playing on her lips.
What she didn't notice was that the driver in the front seat, upon hearing her words, glanced at the rearview mirror with a look of alarm. When she saw the smile on Shen Lanxin's face, her expression became even more shocked.
'I'd heard that President Shen and President Shui were friends, but I'd never heard they were this close.'
"What fate or destiny? Were they really connected like this?"
"Oh no, am I going to be silenced?!"
Realizing he had discovered something terrible, the driver's face was filled with panic.
Then, she saw Shen Lanxin in the rearview mirror, pulling a long whip from her crotch. Leaving aside how she got it in there, the color of the whip itself seemed odd.
Who would use pink?!
Isn't this one of those props?
Just as she was complaining, she heard Shen Lanxin speak again: "Last time you said you didn't like it, so this time, you can hold the whip instead."
As she spoke, as if imagining what was about to happen, Shen Lanxin's face flushed slightly, and she hugged herself with a dazed look in her eyes.
"It's over."
This time, the driver was almost certain.
She's doomed; this secret will probably warrant the extermination of her entire family.
But before she died, she had to share this with her best friend.
"How can you use your phone while driving?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen."
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