The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

Su Qingyue took it and asked with a slightly red face, “How much does it cost?”

Ah, what should she do? She doesn’t have a single copper coin. She couldn’t bear to use the money Xiao Qinghe gave her.

It’s true that not even a cent could kill a resilient man, let alone drive a killer to insanity.

“Two cents a bunch, Chuan paid this morning. Chuan was supposed to pick it up in the evening, but I saw it getting dark, and he hadn’t come yet, so I sent it over,” Aunt Zhang chuckled. “Wife of the Xiao Family, your man is so considerate that he’s afraid of you not having vegetables to eat at home.”

“…” That was true, but she felt embarrassed to hear that. Fortunately, Xiao Yuchuan had already paid, or else she would rather have not received the vegetables.

“Sorry for the trouble,” Xiao Qinghe said very politely.

Aunt Zhang turned and looked at Qinghe’s handsome face, her gaze fell on his legs with great regret, “Qinghe is sensible, but it’s a pity about his legs… I see your second and third brothers are not at home. At least your wife can cook, which is not bad.”

Xiao Qinghe didn’t actually like others’ sympathy, but he listened to Aunt Zhang’s words.

Aunt Zhang watched Su Qingyue fill two large food bowls with the cut sweet potato fries and said to Xiao Qinghe, “I see your wife has changed for the better since she stole a steamed bun in town last time and was beaten half to death. Qinghe, you must never agree to Chuan’s plan to sell her. Su Qingyue is neither deaf nor mute now, and as long as her character improves, even the seventeen taels offered by old lady Liu won’t be enough to buy her.”

Mentioning the matter of selling his wife, Xiao Qinghe’s eyes showed annoyance, “Third brother was just joking. He won’t do that again.”

“That’s good,” Aunt Zhang kindly walked over to Su Qingyue and pointed to the sweet potato fries, “Qingyue, when frying sweet potatoes, it’s easier for the pan to burn. Next time, it’s better to just boil or roast them.”

Su Qingyue knew she had something to say as soon as she walked over, understanding her words, and thought that the fries were not meant to be stir-fried but fried in oil.

She had seen this woman a few times, and she seemed to be a good person. The villagers called her Aunt Zhang. People in the village were generally thrifty. Considering the Xiao family’s financial situation, if Aunt Zhang found out that she was planning to fry the sweet potato fries in oil, she might accuse her of being wasteful.

She didn’t care what others said, but seeing Aunt Zhang deliver the vegetables for two cents a bunch herself, she decided to leave a good impression.

She just said, “I understand.”

“Take good care of Qinghe when the second and third sons of the Xiao Family are not at home,” Aunt Zhang reminded her.

Qingyue nodded and didn’t mind her meddling.

“I’ll leave first, ” Aunt Zhang left the kitchen with her slightly plump body. When she left the wicker gate, she didn’t forget to close it.

As soon as she left, Su Qingyue threw the vegetables into the wooden basin and scooped two ladles of water into it, “Qinghe, wash the vegetables.”

He untied the long grass that bound the vegetables, and a large handful of vegetables scattered in the basin. He washed them one by one.

She lifted the pot lid in front of the stove, and the aroma of rice overflowed and filled the entire kitchen, “It smells so good.”

Hearing her joyful praise and looking at her figure standing in front of the stove, Xiao Qinghe couldn’t help but feel a deep tenderness in his eyes.

“The rice is almost cooked, just let it simmer on low heat for a while longer,” she removed a few pieces of firewood from the stove and sat opposite Xiao Qinghe. She didn’t help him but stared at him with wide eyes.

Blinking her eyes, she saw the blush on his fair face and couldn’t help but laugh slyly, “Xiao Qinghe, why is your face red again? I’m just looking at you, not touching you..”