Chapter 95 Chapter 95 Daily life at the stall
After I got home and told my grandmother I wouldn't be setting up the stall the next day, my mother and I stopped working and said, "Let's have something nice tonight. Let's make some chicken soup. Xiaoying has lost a lot of weight lately."
After saying that, Li Hongying ran to the back to catch chickens without caring whether they agreed or not. She was not reluctant to kill the chickens now. After all, after they started setting up the stall, she started letting the hens hatch chicks, and the results were quite good. The chicks grew very fast.
Killing chickens has become easy now. After cleaning the chicken offal, half of the chicken is chopped up to make chicken soup, and the other half is used for braising. Miao Ying has been very tired recently, so he did not rush to cook. He just sat at the stove door and lit the fire. Huo Xing and Xiao Lin went to study the potato-cutting machine.
"I won't set up the stall for a few days. I'm going to do farm work. There's also the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'll pick up Xiaobao and make him something delicious." Miao Ying leaned against the wall. He felt really tired and wanted to sleep as he was talking.
Li Hongying also noticed it, so she asked her grandmother to take the man back to the room to sleep. When she woke up again, the aroma of chicken soup had wafted into the room, and Miao Ying's stomach was rumbling.
He sat up, put on his shoes and got out of bed, then he heard voices in the yard. The moment he opened the door, Huo Xing turned around and said, "Come and see."
Miao Ying rubbed his eyes and walked over to see them using the stuff they had made to make potato chips: "You really made it!"
Xiaolin also laughed: "It's just that this blade is a little thick. It would be better if it were a little thinner."
"It can still be used now." Huo Xing said, "Just polish it a little longer."
After fiddling with it for a while, they went to eat. In front of Miao Ying was a large bowl of chicken soup with a large chicken drumstick in it. His grandmother kept picking up some food for him: "Eat more, Xiaoying. You've lost weight lately and your chin has become pointed."
The two dogs were also under the table while they were eating. The bones that fell to the ground disappeared almost instantly. Miao Ying reached out and touched the dog's head: "So hungry?"
"Don't look at them like this. They go up the mountain whenever they have time, and they always come back with a full stomach." Li Hongying threw another bone to them. "I caught a sparrow a few days ago, but it was too small, so I shared it with them."
Miao Ying touched them again: "Amazing."
"Stop playing with the dog and eat." Li Hongying picked up some more food for him and said, "After you finish eating, have a good rest at home tomorrow."
Miao Ying nodded, picked up the chicken soup and took a sip. The soup made from the free-range chicken at home did not need any seasoning, but it was still so delicious that it would make your eyebrows drop. Moreover, the chicken soup his mother scooped for him had all the oil skimmed off, leaving only the fresh fragrance. After drinking a bowl of soup, he was given a lot of dishes, and he ate them all obediently. After eating, he just felt that his throat was bloated.
Huo Xing was still improving the tool. His grandmother had already gone to bed. Miao Ying was full, so he and Xiao Lin took some steamed buns and cornbread and went out for a walk.
"Brother, can I go with you to pick up Xiaobao next time?"
Miao Ying nodded: "Of course, how about you come with us next time we set up a stall?"
Originally, Xiaolin had a sensitive personality. Lately, he had been busy setting up his stall, Huo Xiaobao was not at home, and his former playmates could no longer play with him, so he stayed in the tool room every day and was obviously becoming introverted again.
Xiaolin's eyes lit up: "Can I really do this?"
"Of course you can." Miao Ying said, gently touching his hair, "You can also bring your little wooden sculptures with you. We used to set up a stall to sell your little wooden sculptures."
Xiaolin nodded, and couldn't hide the smile on his face: "Okay, I want to go with you."
After they finished digesting the food, they took the dog home. Li Hongying asked Xiaolin to wash up, and Miao Ying also took a shower. The house was built according to his preferences, and having a place to take a shower was simply perfect.
He lay idly on the bed, waiting for Huo Xing to finish his work. Generally speaking, Huo Xing was the last one to return to his room at night. When he entered the house, all the lights in the house were off except in their room.
After Huo Xing had packed up, he turned around and saw Miao Ying lying on the bed counting money with his legs wobbling. When he got closer, Miao Ying had already finished counting the money. There was a drawer at the head of their bed, which was filled with the money they had recently earned from setting up a stall. Miao Ying would count it again every day before going to bed.
"Huo Xing, we've been setting up the stall for half a month and have earned nearly ten taels!" Miao Ying put the money back into the drawer. "By the New Year, we should have forty or fifty taels!"
Huo Xing particularly liked the way he looked now, with his eyes sparkling and a satisfied smile on his face, so he couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss him.
They haven't had sex again during this period. Miao Ying said he would not set up a stall tomorrow, in fact, it was just because of this matter. His mouth's craving was satisfied, but his body's craving was not. So he put his arms around Huo Xing's neck and quickly took the initiative.
Because they didn't have to set up a stall tomorrow, they made a little too much noise. Miao Ying's voice became hoarse, his eyes turned red, and he finally felt like his whole body was not his own, so he kicked Huo Xing. In the end, he was taken care of so comfortably that he fell asleep with a quilt in his arms.
On the day when he didn't set up the stall, Miao Ying slept in bed all day, and Huo Xing brought his meals to his bedside. Miao Ying had grown thick-skinned now and didn't feel embarrassed anymore.
He went out at night to prepare things for the stall the next day, but his family refused to let him help. He had no choice but to stand aside with his chin in his hand and watch them busy. In the past, he was alone and had to work non-stop, spinning like a top from morning to night. But now, he has some free time and can watch his family busying themselves. It really was worth his time travel.
As if sensing Miao Ying's gaze, Huo Xing turned around and smiled at him. Miao Ying also smiled and winked at him.
It's almost the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and the moon in the sky has slowly begun to become round. The clear moonlight shines into the yard, illuminating the happy family.
Miao Ying yawned, and Mantou and Wotou came over to lick his hands. Miao Ying started playing with them again, and finally made himself smell like dog.
After they finished everything for tomorrow, Huo Xing dragged Miao Ying to take a bath. The two started making noise again in the small room. Fortunately, the house was quiet, probably because everyone in the family was asleep.
They went to the county town again the next day, and Miao Ying was scolded again.
"Didn't I go to town to set up a stall yesterday?" Miao Ying lied without blushing or beating his heart. "Shouldn't you all be used to it by now? Why are you still blaming me?"
The diner sneered: "You didn't go to town to set up a stall yesterday."
Miao Ying: ???
He remembered that this person was the one who had exposed his claim that he was setting up a stall in town last time. He looked at the man and said, "My dear guest! How do you know that I didn't set up a stall in town?"
Someone nearby explained, "He has relatives in your town, and he has a house full of pigeons. Any one of them can bring back news."
Miao Ying was speechless. He wondered why he, who set up a stall as a self-employed business owner, had to punch in and out like going to work, and was even being monitored.
"If you ask me, you might as well open a shop in the county town, so you don't have to run back and forth."
Miao Ying kept working and nodded, saying, "Okay, okay, we'll consider it."
The fastest-selling item was potato chips, which were sold out in a short while. Seeing that potato chips were no longer available, diners started buying fried skewers. The process was similar to that of every day, and today was no different.
When they saw that there were not many things left, Miao Ying and Huo Xing prepared to go home. As they were packing up, a carriage soon stopped in front of them. Miao Ying thought that it was some young master or young lady coming to patronize their business, but he didn't expect that it was Fu Lingzhi who got off the carriage.
"Xiao Ying!" He got out of the car and ran directly to Miao Ying, "I'm back!"
Miao Ying was also very surprised to see him: "I thought you would come back after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
After Fu Lingzhi went out, he seemed to have returned to the past. He was still the second young master of the Fu family, and his face was much more confident.
"I have something to do at home, so I came back." Fu Lingzhi leaned over to look at their cart. "I saw someone who looked like you from a distance, and when I got down to look, it was indeed you. What is this? It smells so good."
"Come, I'll make you something to eat."
After the two of them finished talking, Fu Lingzhi greeted Huo Xing again: "Big Brother."
Huo Xing nodded and started to work. The rest of the skewers were fried. "Try it."
"It smells really good." Fu Lingzhi was tired from the journey and had no appetite at first, but when he saw the food Miao Ying gave him, he didn't care about anything else and started eating immediately.
"It smells so good." Fu Lingzhi finished eating quickly, but still felt a little unsatisfied.
"Are you going home with us today?" Miao Ying looked at the carriage waiting on the side, wondering whether Fu Lingyou was on it.
Fu Lingzhi nodded: "Well, I'll go back with you. My brother won't be back for another two days."
"Okay, I'll make you something delicious tonight."
Fu Lingzhi took his luggage and some gifts he bought for his family from the carriage, put them on the cart, and then returned to Rongshu Village with Miao Ying and the others.
The two old people in the family were happy to see Fu Lingzhi coming back, so his mother killed another chicken, but this time she didn't make soup. Instead, she asked Huo Xing to cut the chicken into pieces. She used the chicken meat to make chicken meatballs, used the chicken bones to make chicken racks, and fried the chicken skin.
Fu Lingzhi was so engrossed in eating that he didn't even want to look up. He didn't care about etiquette in front of them. He just knew that elders liked children who loved to eat and could eat a lot.
After they finished eating, Fu Lingzhi looked at him with sparkling eyes: "You're doing good business selling this, right?"
Miao Ying nodded with some pride: "Not bad, isn't it."
"I knew you could succeed in whatever you do." Fu Lingzhi said.
"Oh, it's just okay. How was your trip to the capital this time? Is everything okay?" The two of them huddled together to talk, and Huo Xing consciously went to pack up.
"Very good." Fu Lingzhi's smile faded a little. He looked at Miao Ying and said, "I won't go to my brother's place anymore."
Miao Ying opened his eyes wide: "What's wrong?"
"That's right, I really won't be a member of the Fu family anymore. I also want to do something on my own like you."
Miao Ying nodded: "I just have something I want to discuss with you. I'm setting up this stall now, and I can only go to one place every day. If you really want to do something to change your current life, then come and set up a stall with me."
"Me? Going to set up a stall?"
Miao Ying nodded seriously: "I'll pay you and you'll start from scratch."
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