Su Qingluan looked at her brother and sister who were holding Mu Xingzhi tightly, looking like they were "holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, speechless and choking", and looked at Mu Xingzhi with a puzzled look: Can this guy be bewitched?
But after thinking about Mu Xingzhi's image as a gentleman before his bad side was revealed, Su Qingluan had to admit that as long as this man wanted, he could make anyone like to get along with him.
In fact, this kind of person can be very powerful no matter what he does, such as abducting him to "Su Ji" to work as a salesperson or shopkeeper...
Su Qingluan watched her brother and sister bid farewell to their newly minted "brother-in-law", but her mind was filled with thoughts of planning, such as whether she could exchange Mu Xingzhi's original beauty for gold, silver, and jewelry...
"Hey, hey!" Two taps on the shoulder brought Su Qingluan's thoughts of indulging in the dream of getting rich back to reality. Then she met Yang's suspicious gaze at the side, "Xingzhi called you twice. Hey, why are you giggling here?"
"Ah, well, it's nothing..." Su Qingluan shook her head, her expression was very innocent, but she was thinking in her heart: I am thinking about how to "sell" your precious son-in-law for a good price, although I'm afraid this is just a thought.
Ms. Yang didn't know what crazy thoughts her eldest daughter had in her heart. At this moment, she was holding a wine jar in her hand. The outside of the wine jar was made of straw rope into a net bag that could catch the wine jar. Carry it in your hand.
"Well, no one in the family is here to take care of it, so you can take it with you." Yang said.
"Isn't this the preserved egg I made before?" Su Qingluan was surprised, "Don't you all love eating it?"
"Where is the lack of such a small amount of food that must be eaten?" Ms. Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "On the other hand, if you want to eat it, you have to make it fresh and wait for ten days and a half. Why don't you take this jar? Bar."
Su Qingluan thought for a while and nodded: "Then I'm not polite. If you really want to eat it, I'll make it for you."
"Okay, okay, now our family is not short of such a mouthful of food. At worst, I will make something else for your younger brothers and sisters." The mother and daughter hugged each other, and Su Qingluan followed Mu Xingzhi and left.
Mu Xingzhi was sitting in a wheelchair. He originally wanted to help Su Qingluan carry the wine jar, but Su Qingluan's expression was very subtle. He lingered on the white background with green bamboo pattern for a moment, and then shook his head: "It's better to forget it." Just in case..."
Su Qingluan didn't say what was behind "in case". He only said that he would understand it after he went back.
Mu Xingzhi was not the type to ask questions even when he knew the other party was unwilling, and Song Bo would not interrupt at this time, so no one asked further.
Now that the sun is setting, the entire path is golden. The leaves that were originally green have turned a little yellow against the setting sun, making them look golden and dazzling.
Songbo saw that Su Qingluan was carrying something the size of a wine jar, which was quite heavy, so he couldn't help but ask: "Madam, is the jar heavy?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "It's a bit important." Seeing Song Bo wanting to help, he shook his head, "It's only a few steps away, and you'll be home soon."
When they got home, Su Qingluan rushed into the kitchen first and opened the jar. Then Songbo, who came to the kitchen to help, understood why Su Qingluan didn't want Mu Xingzhi to help hold the wine jar.
Because from inside the blanket, there was a pungent stench that made people want to run away with their heads in their hands.
If Mu Xingzhi is said to be a handsome young man in the long gown he is wearing today, holding a jar of fine wine in his hand, he can be said to be unrestrained and unrestrained, but if there is a foul smell inside this jar...
Just thinking about it is an unbearable sight.
"Husband... Madam!" Song Bo made a rare loss of composure and looked at Su Qingluan with a ghostly look, "Look at the thing, could it be that it has deteriorated?"
Su Qingluan smiled and took out two preserved eggs under Song Bo's horrified eyes: "This, it's not bad, it just tastes a little 'special'. I plan to use this to make morning porridge tomorrow morning, what do you think? ?”
Songbo didn't think much of it. Songbo even suspected that the young woman smiling innocently in front of him wanted to poison everyone?
Then early the next morning, Song Bo watched Su Qingluan walk into the kitchen with eyes as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
"Songbo, why are you so uneasy?" It's really because Songbo's current expression of a dishonorable face is very rare. Even when he was in a desperate situation and almost died at the hands of his opponents, Mu Xingzhi had never seen it before. Songbo had such an expression, so Mu Xingzhi was more amused than surprised, so when he looked at Songbo now, he couldn't help but feel a little teasing.
"Master, you don't know something, that preserved egg, that smell..." Song Bo's expression changed: that pungent smell reminded him of the land of reincarnation.
If Su Qingluan knew what Song Bo was thinking at this moment, she couldn't help but applaud him: You're right, apart from skatole, a large part of the pungent smell in the toilet is the smell of ammonia, and the smell of preserved eggs There is a smell similar to ammonia and hydrogen sulfide on the surface, which is quite similar to the smell of a toilet.
Rather, it smells exactly the same.
However, in reality, there are more than just one or two kinds of food that smell bad and taste delicious, not to mention that Mu Xingzhi believes that Su Qingluan will not serve food that is truly unpalatable.
Sure enough, when the preserved egg and lean meat porridge was served, the pineapple was really fragrant.
Of course, Song Bo was not dining with Mu Xingzhi and Su Qingluan, but Su Qingluan still prepared a preserved egg and lean meat porridge for Mr. Song, and today's side dish was also preserved egg tofu - freshly baked and tender. The tofu tastes great.
Add a portion of mixed cucumber and two dumplings, and a light but delicious breakfast is completed.
The world is huge, and eating is the biggest thing. After being a rice bug for three days after getting married, Su Qingluan finally ate something he made. Su Qingluan couldn't help but squinted his eyes: Although I feel sorry for Song Bo for thinking this way, but as expected, I What you make is the most palatable.
Although Song Bo is good at cooking, and he enjoys leisurely time when he doesn't have to cook, but in the end if he wants to eat something special, it's better to do it himself.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan simply thought of taking advantage of these few days to rest at home, without having to go to Su Ji to busy herself, and think about a few more meals that would take more effort but she was greedy for.
If Mu Xingzhi is at home during the day, his life is very regular. He is either reading a book or helping the villagers who come to solve various problems. It can range from headaches, brain fever, various diseases, to serious financial losses, neighborhood disputes, etc...
This kind of messy chores made Su Qingluan suspect that Mu Xingzhi was not holding a "frail and sick" script, but some "Private visit in disguise by the county magistrate".
...Forget about seeing a doctor or something like that, aren't things like neighbor disputes something that Li Zheng should take over? Su Qingluan lay on the side writing and drawing, complaining in her heart.
Mu Xingzhi saw Su Qingluan rolling his eyes as he sent the group of people away and turned around, so he slowly rolled the wheelchair over: "What is Qingluan writing?"
