Lin Bing said, "Of course not. The soil and water here are not suitable for growing wheat. However, if Xiaoqi really wants to see what real wheat looks like, Godmother can bring some to Xiaoqi tomorrow."
After a pause, she suddenly remembered something:
"It just so happens that I was going to bring some for you to eat."
Song Rushuang opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a moment.
She seemed to have only one thought in her mind now.
What does it mean to search high and low for something but still find it, only to find it without any effort?
This is probably the situation now.
If she had known that Lin Bing had connections, she wouldn't have run around like a headless fly.
The next morning, when Lin Bing arrived, he had indeed hired workers to move bags of wheat into the shop.
It was not until Song Rushuang stopped him that Lin Bing stopped filling half of the shop with wheat.
Song Rushuang happily checked the wheat that had been delivered and soon discovered the problem.
Due to the times, in the 1980s, wheat was not the staple food chosen by the general public like rice.
Therefore, wheat that has not been hybridized will definitely not taste very good.
Therefore, she still has to use wheat grown on systematic land, which is probably the best.
After many years, Song Rushuang once again stood in front of the golden land in space.
She planted the plumpest seed she had carefully selected into the soil.
Then everything in front of her eyes turned upside down. When she opened her eyes again, Song Rushuang had returned to reality from space.
The wheat that was delivered squeezed the already limited space in the shop, which made Song Rushuang a little troubled for a while.
These wheats don’t taste good, but they are okay for filling your stomach, but they definitely cannot be used to make desserts.
She had no use for the wheat that Lin Bing sent her, but she couldn't throw it away casually.
After all, this is Lin Bing's intention.
After Lin Bing delivered the wheat, he went directly to the hospital to see Duan Dinglan and Zhou Qingwan.
Song Rushuang was left alone in the shop, feeling sad.
When Qin Cheng entered the shop, he happened to see Song Rushuang stirring out wheat that was heavier than Song Rushuang herself.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Cheng walked with almost no sound.
So, when his voice suddenly sounded behind Song Rushuang.
Song Rushuang was so scared that she threw the scissors in her hand away.
The scissors swooped down at an extremely fast speed.
In a flash, Qin Cheng was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and pulled Song Rushuang back.
The next second, the scissors fell directly on the position where Song Rushuang was just now.
So it is really hard to imagine that if Qin Cheng was not there, Song Rushuang would probably have died at his own hands.
Before she could express her gratitude, Song Rushuang changed her mind.
Why should she apologize?
If Qin Cheng hadn't suddenly jumped out and walked quietly behind her.
If she hadn't been scared by him, there's no way she would have let go of the scissors, okay?!
"Are you playing this?"
Song Rushuang was still in shock, so she didn't react for a while.
Qin Cheng seemed particularly angry:
"Is this how your mother raised you? She taught you to treat other people's kindness as a tool for fun. This is food. Do you know how many people can't eat because of this?"
Song Rushuang said nothing and did nothing.
Then she was scolded for no apparent reason, and of course her mood was not very good.
"Why do you say that?"
Does he have any evidence?
I dare to ask which eye of his saw that she was playing?
It turns out that speaking can be so irresponsible?
Qin Cheng was stunned for a moment. Looking at Song Rushuang's eyes gradually turning red, he was a little at a loss for a moment.
Perhaps, his attitude is indeed not very good.
He shouldn't have made such rash assumptions before finding out the truth.
Qin Cheng's anger came and went quickly.
But he did not abandon this idea immediately.
It was written all over her face that she had to give him a reasonable explanation.
Song Rushuang was very angry.
Let alone explaining, she didn't even want to see him now.
Until Qiu Ran suddenly walked in, still talking:
"Xiao Qi, what's the matter with calling your uncle over?"
After coming back this time, Qiu Ran had a concrete understanding of his identity in front of Song Rushuang and the others.
Since Zhou Qingwan is Song Rushuang's aunt, he is naturally her uncle.
When they saw Qiu Ran again, both of them felt a dull pain on their faces.
Song Rushuang pouted and emphasized seriously:
"It's my uncle, okay? I don't have an uncle."
Qiu Ran immediately smiled happily and nodded repeatedly in agreement:
"That's right, it's my uncle. Xiao Qi is right. We don't care about the so-called uncle."
She didn’t know if it was Song Rushuang’s illusion, but she always felt that Qiu Ran was speaking to Qin Cheng.
The latter frowned slightly.
Logically speaking, they were not talking about anything related to him, but he felt inexplicably unhappy.
The person she was waiting for came, and Song Rushuang simply talked about business:
"Uncle, when Xiao Qi was out walking, he met a child from an orphanage. He looked very hungry, and Xiao Qi promised him that he would bring him some delicious food."
In the 1980s, there were indeed welfare homes in society.
However, the country has no spare money, and the social atmosphere is not good, so food is particularly tight.
Qiu Ran glanced at Song Rushuang, then at the large bags of wheat not far from her, and asked in surprise:
"So, Xiaoqi wants to donate this wheat to the welfare home?"
Before Qiu Ran could express his admiration for Song Rushuang's broad-mindedness at such a young age, Song Rushuang shook her head in front of him.
She said: "Xiao Qi wants to make these things into delicious food and send them to the children in the welfare home."
There is indeed an orphanage nearby.
Song Rushuang had indeed met this child.
But they didn't talk.
But Song Rushuang had seen children chewing tree bark raw in the countryside.
If they weren't extremely hungry, why would they eat those things?
Qiu Ran nodded very touchedly:
"That's great. Uncle-in-law definitely supports our Xiaoqi. I'll go find a chef and make you something delicious!"
Song Rushuang shook her head slowly.
It’s not that she looks down on others, but as of now, in Baishui Town, it is probably difficult to find a suitable dessert master.
She said to Qiu Ran seriously:
"Uncle, Xiao Qi can do it himself,"
After a pause, in order to avoid looking strange, Song Rushuang added:
"Actually, when we were at home, Mom taught Xiaoqi how to turn wheat into something delicious."
She looked at Qiu Ran so sincerely and eagerly.
Qiu Ran really couldn't say a word of refusal: "How about giving it a try?"
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