Yun Mo went to pour half a bowl of warm water again. In order to prevent the bowl from being knocked over again, she could only hold the bowl in her hands to feed the two little dogs the spiritual spring water.

“Tsk tsk tsk~”

The two little guys drank very quickly. They finished all the water in the bowl in less than two minutes and even licked the edge of the bowl clean.

After drinking the water, the two little guys rushed out one after another.

Yun Mo followed out curiously and found the two little guys squatting in the corner of the bamboo fence and pooping.

Well, I didn’t expect that the rural dogs are so hygienic. They are much better than the two Huskies at home who only know how to eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

I don’t know how Dabai and Erbai are doing.

"Momo, what are you standing there for? It's time for breakfast."

Yun Mo was lost in thought when Huang Zhiqiu walked up to her and took the bowl from her hand.

Yun Mo didn't care and turned to go to the main room to eat.

Breakfast was noodles mixed with the broth from last night's roast chicken. Afraid that it wouldn't be tasty enough, Huang Zhiqiu cut another bowl of sour beans.

Yun Mo took two bites of noodles and found them a little bland. She was about to put some sour beans into the bowl, but when she was halfway with her chopsticks, she suddenly stopped.

"Mom, did you take the bowl of sour beans from me?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you wash?"

Huang Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment. "I think the bowl is quite clean. What did you put in it?"

Seeing that everyone had sour beans in their bowls and was enjoying the noodles, Yun Mo silently swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth, "I just received the job posting and didn't wash my hands. I was afraid that the bowl would be stained with dirt."

Huang Jianjun smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay. It's not dirty. You won't get sick if you eat it."

After saying that, he picked up the sour beans and poured a lot of them into his own bowl of noodles. After pouring, seeing Yun Mo staring at him, Huang Jianjun poured the remaining sour beans into her bowl of noodles in one gulp. Yun Mo wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"Come on, Momo, give you the rest. This sour bean noodles are the best."

Looking at the sour beans in the bowl, Yun Mo really couldn't pick up her chopsticks.

"Eat, Momo. It won't taste good if the noodles clump together." Seeing her in a daze, Yang Xinghua urged her with a smile.

At this moment, Ling Chuan, who was beside her, reached out and took her bowl of noodles, put all the sour beans in it into his own bowl, and then returned the bowl to her.

Everyone was very surprised to see Ling Chuan's actions.

"Momo, you don't eat beans?"

Yun Mo hurriedly explained: "I don't want to eat anything too salty in the morning."

The sauerkraut in the countryside is made by soaking in sour water that has been soaked for many years. It contains a lot of salt. This is done to prevent the sauerkraut from spoiling and to make it taste better with rice.

After hearing her explanation, no one thought much about it.

Just after breakfast, Chen Bin came on a motorcycle.

Huang Yu took the job notice and glue, got on Chen Bin’s motorcycle and went out.

The weather is nice today, with a slight sunshine. Yun Mo took out the bamboo plaque that had been varnished yesterday.

After drying overnight, the varnish on the bamboo plaque has dried, forming a layer of translucent luster on the surface of the bamboo plaque.

Yun Mo took out the paint and brushes she bought at the building materials market.

She did not write directly on the bamboo plaque with a brush dipped in paint. Instead, she first used a pencil to draw the outline of the characters on the bamboo plaque, and then used a brush dipped in paint to fill in the colors.

She is not an expert at writing big characters on signs, so she can only use this clumsy method.

Although the method is a bit clumsy, it is very useful.

"You know what, using a bamboo plaque as a sign is quite unique. It's much more interesting than the wooden board hanging on the door."

"The key is that it saves money. Things in the city are so expensive. A piece of wood, painted with white paint and a few words on it costs 150 yuan. I see that the sign Momo made is not any worse than that."

Yun Mo was also very satisfied with her masterpiece.

After the paint on the bamboo plaques had dried, Yun Mo asked Ling Chuan to take a layer of varnish and apply another layer of varnish on the five bamboo plaques inside and out to prevent water and paint fading.

When the varnish was almost finished, there was a knock on the door.

Yun Mo, who was close to the door, turned around to open it and found a strange young man and woman standing outside.

"Who are you?"

When Huang Qinghe saw Yun Mo, she was also stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted.

"You are Momo, right? I am Qingning's sister, my name is Qinghe."

Hearing the other party's self-introduction, Yun Mo suddenly realized, "It turns out to be my cousin Qinghe, please come in."

"Qinghe, Jiayong, when did you come back!?"

When the Huang family saw Huang Qinghe and Yang Jiayong coming in, they were as happy as if it were New Year’s Day and gathered around them.

Huang Qinghe excitedly greeted each member of the Huang family.

However, Yang Jiayong stood aside without saying a word, his eyes constantly glancing at Yun Mo.

After working outside for several years, he had seen many beautiful girls in the city, but he had never seen one more pretty than the cousin in front of him.

Her face is so white and tender that it seems like water can be squeezed out of it. Her eyes are big and round, just like glass beads, black and shiny. Her lips are as tender and juicy as cherries, making people want to kiss her.

Yang Jiayong's gaze made Yun Mo feel uncomfortable.

With a pretty face, she naturally received a lot of attention on a daily basis, so much so that she could easily distinguish between curiosity and lust.

And obviously, Yang Jiayong belongs to the latter.

At this moment, Ling Chuan suddenly walked up to Yang Jiayong and said, "Cousin-in-law, please come in and sit down."

Ling Chuan's tall body blocked Yun Mo tightly, and also blocked Yang Jiayong's sight of Yun Mo.

"You must be Lingchuan, right? I heard Qinghe talking about him before I came here."

Yang Jiayong reacted very quickly and took out a cigarette box from his pocket to give cigarettes to Lingchuan.

Ling Chuan raised his hand to block the other person's action, "No, I don't smoke."

"Oh, you don't smoke?"

Yang Jiayong was a little surprised, but he didn't insist. He put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter to light it, and then puffed smoke and chatted with Lingchuan about family matters.

What do you do for a living? How much is your income?

Yang Jiayong asked a question and Ling Chuan answered it, and on the surface they seemed to be getting along well.

Ling Chuan still used the same old rhetoric, selling some small things on the street. The money he earned was not much, but just enough to cover his expenses.

Yang Jiayong is not as frivolous as Huang Zhao. He thinks highly of himself after earning some money outside and looks down on Lingchuan's job of setting up a street stall.

Yang Jiayong has worked in a garment factory for several years and can tell at a glance that the clothes worn by Lingchuan and Yunmo are not cheap.

Whenever Liu Zhi called Huang Qinghe, she would often mention what good things Yun Mo had sent home. What's more, Yun Mo also helped the Huang family set up a bamboo weaving factory, so she must have money on hand.

Therefore, Yang Jiayong was quite enthusiastic towards Ling Chuan and even invited Ling Chuan to visit Yang's house when he was free.

(End of this chapter)