Thinking of the divorce books in the storage room, Shen Qingyu felt a headache coming on again.
Xiao Yunqi was still at home when the child started crying like this.
If Xiao Yunqi runs away, the three children will cry their eyes out.
This dad and I have only known each other for less than two months, how can we be so reluctant to part?
Shen Qingyu sighed: "Dabao, your father is a man, he will have to go out and make his way in the world in the future. He is still at home, and you are bothering him like this every day. I'm afraid he will run away even faster!"
“Then we won’t bother him anymore…” Da Bao immediately promised.
Erbao and Xiaobao both pouted, looking aggrieved.
What's wrong with clinging to your own father?
"Ah, I'm hungry..." The skinny donkey's sudden braying interrupted the family, and Shen Qingyu was immediately stunned.
The skinny donkey was chasing the black horse, its face nudging the horse's head repeatedly.
Come on, let's have some fun!
The dark horse was shy and couldn't handle the enthusiasm, so it kept backing away and even snorted in grievance.
The skinny donkey was small, while the black horse was tall and its coat was as black and glossy as ink satin...
In comparison, the skinny donkey looks sleazy and thuggish.
Xiao Bao forgot to cry, skipped over, and slapped the donkey's face: "You're not allowed to bully Xiao Hei!"
Skinny donkey: "Ah, I'm hungry..."
"Little Black doesn't want to play with you, and you're still bullying it!" Xiao Bao criticized in a childish manner.
The skinny donkey reluctantly gave up the chase, but as soon as Xiao Bao left, it cheekily went over again.
And so the next round of pursuit and lessons began.
This distracted the three children, who focused on protecting the dark horse and forgot about their worry about their father running away.
In a quiet courtyard in Hengshui Town, a dark-faced man sat with two ordinary-looking men standing in front of him.
One of the men was bowing his head and reporting some news. The dark-faced man said a few words, and then the other man left.
"Master? What do we do now?"
"The news will leak out sooner or later... Tell them to find out everything about anyone coming from or going to the capital..."
"But what about your friend?"
"With me watching over things, nothing will happen." After saying this, the dark-faced man picked up a small package and got up to leave.
Once outside the town, the dark-faced man slipped into the forest, rubbed his face with a damp cloth, and tore off a thin, cicada-wing-like human skin mask, revealing his true face.
It is Xiao Yunqi.
Xiao Yunqi put away the human skin mask, picked up the wild vegetables his subordinates had prepared, and darted into the mountains and forests.
When Xiao Yunqi returned from "gathering wild vegetables," Shen Qingyu had already brought her three children home and was cooking.
Xiao Yunqi brought the wild vegetables into the kitchen, where he was greeted by the triplets hugging his legs!
Xiao Yunqi reached out and ruffled the heads of the three children with practiced ease: "I'll go check on Cheng Ping first."
"Okay," Shen Qingyu replied, and continued cooking.
Cheng Ping woke up and was staring blankly at the thatched hut above his head.
"Feeling better?" Xiao Yunqi asked with a smile.
Cheng Ping turned his head, his face immediately lighting up with excitement: "Brother Xiao... I'm feeling much better. Where am I?"
“This is my home.” Xiao Yunqi reached out and touched Cheng Ping’s forehead; the fever had subsided.
Cheng Ping was somewhat skeptical: "Your family? Aren't you... in big business?"
Is it bankrupt?
They actually live in a thatched hut?
Xiao Yunqi didn't know how to explain, so he just said vaguely, "It's a long story. Wait a moment, I'll ask my wife to make you some medicine and then take a look at you."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, elder brother and sister-in-law..."
Upon seeing Shen Qingyu's delicate features, Cheng Ping's eyes flickered slightly, and a look of gratitude appeared on his face: "Sister-in-law, thank you for your trouble."
"You saved the children's father, so you're a benefactor to the children. Let's not talk about that."
Shen Qingyu waved her hand and began to take the pulse.
The pulse is much more stable and stronger than yesterday.
Is the spiritual spring water really that effective?
Shen Qingyu turned to Xiao Yunqi beside her and said, "Keep taking the medicine and let him recover slowly."
"Okay." Xiao Yunqi agreed, and Shen Qingyu nodded to Cheng Ping before turning and leaving.
"Sister-in-law can cure diseases?" Cheng Ping asked in surprise.
"Um."
"Those three children are..."
"That's my child."
Cheng Ping clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Big brother, you're really amazing!"
One shot, three hits.
Xiao Yunqi recalled the feeling of being fawned over earlier, and his expression softened unconsciously. He told Cheng Jing to rest and then turned to go to the kitchen to help.
Shen Qingyu was cooking when Xiao Yunqi handed her a small porcelain bottle.
What is it?
“Medicated oil.” Xiao Yunqi pointed to Shen Qingyu’s wrist.
My wrist, which was pinched red last night, is now bruised.
Shen Qingyu didn't care at all, took the small porcelain bottle and casually put it aside, continuing to cook: "Okay."
Xiao Yunqi lowered his eyes.
"Uncle, what characters are we learning today?" Da Bao's voice came from the courtyard.
"You come..." came the gentle voice.
Inside the thatched hut, Cheng Ping smiled as he lay on the bed.
Who would have thought that after so many people searched everywhere without success, this person was hiding in such an ordinary little mountain village?
This injury was worth it.
Shen Qingyu started selling glutinous rice in town again.
After trying it out, competitors discovered that the seemingly simple sticky rice business was not so simple after all.
When it's cold, glutinous rice cools down easily, making it difficult to stir-fry the ingredients properly. Crispy chips use a lot of oil and are prone to getting soggy, which takes a lot of time.
When the taste is bad, we can only sell it cheaply, with little profit, and we still can't sell it all.
I can't bear to throw away the leftovers, but it feels wasteful to eat them myself. If I try to sell them again for the next meal, the glutinous rice flavor will be diminished, making them even harder to sell...
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