Bai Rou'er's expression was serious, and her eyes were firm: "Sister Li, I'm really not joking. The food you make is really delicious. No wonder Zhang Fan made it..."
Zhang Fan coughed, and Bai Rou'er stopped speaking abruptly. Li Chunyan glanced at Zhang Fan, who seemed perfectly healthy, and turned back to ask, "What's wrong with Zhang Fan?"
Thinking that Zhang Fan was still pretending to be a fool, Bai Rou'er immediately changed the subject: "No wonder Zhang Fan keeps praising your cooking skills. By the way, would you like to work at our restaurant?"
Working at a restaurant is stable, but the way she makes money is fixed. Doing business is riskier, but the money can be made faster. She needs to earn money as soon as possible to pay for Zhang Fan's medical treatment.
Li Chunyan refused without hesitation: "Sister Bai, I still want to do business."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Bai Rou'er's face: "Sister Li, then I'll continue doing kimchi business with you. I want an exclusive deal; you have to supply it exclusively to me. Is that alright?"
Li Chunyan readily agreed: "Okay."
Finally, some business has started.
After dinner, it was already late, and it was inconvenient to go home.
Bai Rou'er made a phone call home and stayed at Zhang Fan's house.
There were only two rooms. Li Chunyan wanted Bai Rou'er to sleep in the master bedroom, but Bai Rou'er refused and ended up sleeping in Zhang Fan's room. Zhang Fan then placed a door panel in the yard as a bed.
As the night deepened and the dew grew heavy, only the chirping of insects and the calls of birds remained.
Bai Rou'er couldn't sleep because of the broken bed.
She tossed and turned in bed making pancakes, enduring the heat of the moment, and the more she stayed up, the more energetic she became.
Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she opened the door and came out, nudging Zhang Fan who was fast asleep: "Zhang Fan, I can't sleep."
The moment she touched Zhang Fan, she immediately pulled her hand back: "Why are you so hot?"
Zhang Fan did not sleep; he used the Rejuvenation Posture to absorb the spiritual energy from the bracelet and cultivate.
After three small cycles of circulation, the spiritual energy core in his dantian was now the size of an unripe grapefruit.
The last time he absorbed the old locust tree, he was able to condense it into the size of a football, but that spiritual energy wasn't pure.
At this moment, his dantian was as hot as boiling magma, making his whole body feel burning hot.
Under the silvery moonlight, Zhang Fan's skin looked like that of a boiled shrimp.
Zhang Fan pulled Bai Rou'er into his arms, his voice seductive: "If you can't sleep, try some exercise."
Just as Bai Rou'er was about to ask how to exercise, her cherry-like mouth was blocked, and a nimble little snake probed into it, gradually devouring her consciousness.
The moonlight shone on Zhang Fan's face, half in the light and half in the shadow. His obsidian-like eyes were exceptionally deep, as if they contained a sky full of stars, making people unable to help but be captivated.
It was outdoors, and Bai Rou'er was a little shy, her body resisting the situation.
Under Zhang Fan's onslaught, her resisting gaze gradually became hazy, and her clear eyes slowly became misty.
Her cheeks gradually flushed red, forming a sweet and juicy peach shape with the fine downy hair on her face.
Peaches are full of juice; a little pressure will cause clear juice to flow out.
In the silent night sky, there are sounds suppressed in throats, sometimes there and sometimes not.
As dawn approached, we finally finished.
Bai Rou'er was so tired that she closed her eyes and fell asleep, so Zhang Fan had to carry her inside in a princess carry.
There were even more locusts on the ground. Some birds, seeing these locusts, did not choose to eat them, but instead chose to dig for small insects on the ground.
These locusts have swarmed into a plague, and they contain toxins, indicating that the drought is getting worse.
He had just stepped out when Li Chunyan came out.
With large dark circles and thick bags under her eyes, Li Chunyan yawned sleepily and asked, "Zhang Fan, you didn't sleep well either?"
Zhang Fan touched his nose, avoiding Li Chunyan's gaze: "Mm."
Li Chunyan stretched, revealing the tender flesh of her waist, so white it was dazzling: "I don't know what happened last night, but there were cats meowing, even though it wasn't spring."
Zhang Fan turned his face away guiltily: "Mm."
Li Chunyan pointed to her room: "Go to my room and sleep for a while, I'll make breakfast."
As she spoke, she pulled Zhang Fan into her room and watched him lie down.
Suddenly, Li Chunyan stared at Zhang Fan's neck, exclaimed "Oh dear!", and leaned closer to take a look.
Zhang Fan remembered that this was a mark that Bai Rou'er had accidentally left when they were intimate.
Oh no, how am I supposed to explain this now?
Just as Zhang Fan was racking his brains, Li Chunyan took some mentholatum, dripped it on her fingertip, and frowned: "This damn mosquito, remember to tell your sister-in-law next time, and she'll light two more mosquito coils for you."
With a pained expression, she traced the hickeys on her neck with her fingertips, completely unaware that Zhang Fan's tense back was gradually relaxing.
After applying the cooling balm, Li Chunyan went to make breakfast.
Feeling the coolness on his neck, Zhang Fan unknowingly fell asleep.
Zhang Fan didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Rou'er's big, watery eyes, like a deer's, looking at him with a half-smile.
Bai Rou'er raised an eyebrow: "Have you ever heard the saying, 'There are only exhausted oxen, not overworked fields'?"
Zhang Fan glanced behind Bai Rou'er to make sure no one was there, then grabbed her and tickled her waist: "Oh, you! I was just trying to save you energy so you wouldn't get tired, and you're teasing me like this."
Bai Rou'er let out a silvery laugh, and thinking of Zhang Fan's abilities, she could only beg for mercy repeatedly: "I was wrong, please forgive me."
After the two of them played around for a while, Bai Rou'er was so tired that she almost collapsed onto the bed: "Your sister-in-law left you some food, eat it quickly."
Zhang Fan: "Where is she?"
"They said they were going to check on the crops to see if they could make more pickled vegetables."
Zhang Fan sat at the table, picked up a piece of cured meat, which was leftover from last night and was already a very hearty breakfast.
"Honestly, do you really think you can sell all this kimchi?"
Bai Rou'er's eyes were firm: "I'm a businesswoman. With your sister-in-law's skills, these kimchi will definitely sell. Maybe they can even become a brand in the future. All you're lacking is a way in, and I happen to have that way."
The farthest Zhang Fan had ever been was Jiangcheng, so he wasn't familiar with the local market conditions. However, Bai Rou'er's words made some sense.
Bai Rou'er: "Don't worry, we'll definitely make money."
Li Chunyan returned just as the chopsticks were put down.
She wore a straw hat, her cheeks were rosy, but her face carried a hint of sorrow.
Bai Rou'er: "Sister Li, is there not enough food?"
Li Chunyan shook her head: "There are vegetables in the fields, but I just heard people in the village say that the water in the well is almost dried up, and there isn't enough water for people to drink, so it's impossible to make pickled vegetables."
Bai Rou'er, who had seen more of the world, comforted Li Chunyan, saying, "Sister Li, don't worry. The most important thing right now is to deal with the water issue. The pickled vegetables don't necessarily have to be made in the village. If all else fails, you can have them made at my shop."
Li Chunyan's agitated heart was temporarily calmed down; the most urgent task was to solve the water problem.
Just then, the sound of a gong gathering the villagers of Zhangjiapo rang out.
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