Old Mrs. Wang knew what Du Ruo meant. Apart from a dish of chicken stewed with vermicelli in a large pot on an earthen stove, the rest of the dishes on the table were vegetables. She also specially dug up some wild vegetables and put them on the table.
She didn't know Du Ruoke very well, but she and Yuan Tingchuan both thought the food was delicious. It was rare for both of them to eat so much in one meal.
Looking at the table full of pleasing green vegetables, Boss Yuan was certain that his new project would make him a lot of money.
After finishing their meal, the two of them were about to go home. As they passed by the chopping board where chicken was being chopped, Du Ruo casually said, "Auntie, your kitchen knife is quite beautiful. It even has patterns on it. Is it an old item?"
Aunt Wang said, "It is indeed an old item. At that time, when the "Four Olds" were destroyed, people were looking for things in the land temple. My family went there late, so everything was gone. They only found this broken kitchen knife in the corner."
Du Ruo smiled and said, "Why is it a broken kitchen knife? I think the pattern is pretty. Why don't you sell it to me?"
The old lady's eyes lit up and she blinked: "I can sell it to you. Give me two thousand yuan, right? I'll sell it to you."
Du Ruo laughed at what she said: "Auntie, I just saw the novel pattern on this kitchen knife, so I asked, how much is this thing worth? If it is really worth thousands of dollars, why would you still use it to chop chicken feed?"
The old lady said, "Don't worry about what I do with it. If you want to buy it, this is the price."
Du Ruo shrugged: "Then I don't want it. I thought, if I can sell it for one or two hundred yuan, I can take it home to look at it and play with it. Who would want it if you want thousands of yuan?"
As she spoke, she pulled Yuan Tingchuan out and put on her motorcycle helmet. The motorcycle started up with a roar. The old lady saw that the two were really leaving, so she ran over and said, "Hey, don't leave? Let's talk about this again."
In fact, if she looked carefully, she would find that Yuan Tingchuan's motorcycle was started, but the ladder under his feet was not retracted, which did not mean that he was going to leave.
But when the old lady heard the roar of the motorcycle, she became a little anxious. She had been chopping wild vegetables with that broken kitchen knife for many years and had never taken it seriously. Now someone still wanted it. Wouldn’t she be a fool if she didn’t sell it?
The old lady pulled Du Ruo's sleeve and said, "My daughter, you just said it's an old item. If you add a little more, I'll sell it to you for 500 yuan."
Du Ruo smiled and said, "Auntie, you can keep it for yourself. How about this, I'll go home today and come back to get it someday?"
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she became even more anxious. If she left, could she ever come back? It sounded nice to say she could come back someday to get it, but she was afraid it would take forever.
Yuan Tingchuan was already a little impatient: "Auntie, please let go quickly, or I'll scratch you."
The old lady refused to let go: "Two hundred yuan is two hundred yuan, just count the money and I'll get you the kitchen knife."
She glanced at the two people while running backwards, saying, "Don't leave. I'll get you a kitchen knife."
A smile flashed in Du Ruo's eyes: "Okay, Auntie, find something for me to put it in." There was a hint of displeasure in her tone.
Old Mrs. Wang put the kitchen knife into a small cloth bag, handed it to Du Ruo and said, "This is the price you offered, my girl, so take it." She also heard that the girl probably wanted to go back on her word, which was not acceptable.
Du Ruo hesitantly took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the old lady.
Holding the cloth bag, but not knowing where to put it, Yuan Tingchuan reached out and hung the cloth bag on the handlebar behind the motorcycle.
This time, Yuan Tingchuan put away the car ladder and rushed out with his foot on the accelerator.
Yuan Tingchuan didn't ride fast. The two of them rode the motorcycle slowly towards home facing the sunset. The breeze gently brushed their cheeks, and there were green rice fields on both sides, which was quite artistic.
When I got home, the two children were sleeping soundly in each other's arms.
Yu Min heard them coming back and came out to ask, "Why are you back so late? Have you eaten yet? Do you need to cook?"
Du Ruo: "No need, go and rest. Don't you have anything to do today?"
Yu Min said, "It's okay. The kindergarten teacher gave us homework today, and both children have finished it."
Du Ruo nodded. There was no need to worry about the two children.
Yuan Tingchuan sat on the sofa drinking tea. He usually didn't ask about these things. The Yuan family had a tutor who would report to him regularly.
Du Ruo smiled at him and said, "Why don't you go back to sleep?"
Yuan Tingchuan said, "What time is it? I'll finish this cup of tea and go look at the documents. I'll go back to sleep when I'm tired."
Du Ruo blinked and said, “It’s not easy to be an emperor.”
Yuan Tingchuan leaned back on the sofa and said meaningfully, "That kitchen knife of yours is quite good. Do you know where it came from?"
Du Ruo blinked and smiled: "I really don't know."
So it's the sixth sense again? This is really mysterious?
"I'm going to Myanmar in a while, and I'd like to ask you for a favor. What do you think?" Yuan Tingchuan's tone was very light, and he looked at Du Ruo with a complicated look.
Du Ruo's eyes flashed and he smiled: "Okay..."
"Are you going to northern Myanmar?" That's not a good place. Du Ruo's voice was a little hesitant, but there were sparks in his lowered eyes.
Yuan Tingchuan said: "No."
Du Ruo's voice was filled with reassurance: "Just go to the public auction, and then we'll go together?"
“No need.”
Du Ruo looked at the man leaning on the sofa. Under the dim light, his eyebrows seemed to soften a little, which was rare.
"On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Changsheng Palace, in the middle of the night when no one is around to whisper, I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky and a pair of branches on the ground."
A man's mouth is a lie, it has always been the same.
Du Ruo yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep now. You can do your own thing."
She had been tortured by her own mother all day, and had been running around with the big boss, so she couldn't bear it any longer.
Du Ruo was sleeping soundly in the bedroom. In the side room, Yuan Tingchuan, who was looking through documents, received a call from Qu Xin.
Qu Xin was quite exasperated on the phone: "Tingchuan, what do you mean? Are you just going to forget about our past friendship? The matter has been concluded. It wasn't me who did it. You knew that the Qu Group was going through a difficult time, and you still wanted to add insult to injury?"
Yuan Tingchuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Qu Xin: "Tingchuan, you're asking even though you already know the answer. How much manpower and resources did our Qu Group invest in that project in the New Town Development Zone? And you just took it away like that?"
Yuan Tingchuan: "I don't know much about this matter. I need to ask the people below me. I'll tell you when I understand it."
Qu Xin was a little furious: "Yuan Tingchuan, stop pretending to be ignorant. Who in the Yuan Group can surpass you? Are you treating me like a fool?"
Yuan Tingchuan continued slowly, "Whatever you say, that's what it is."
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