When she came to Wang Ailan's house, she saw Wang Ailan making steamed buns, so she put the thank-you gift she was carrying on the table, and then said to Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, I'm here to thank Uncle Yong. If yesterday If he hadn't helped send my brother to the infirmary in time, my brother would have been in danger."
"What's the matter? Neighbors are not supposed to help each other, so you don't need to go out of your way to thank me.
And take the bag of things on the table back for Fusheng to eat. He needs to replenish his body now, so you have to give him more good food. "
"Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I will definitely not treat my brother badly, but my brother specially asked me to send this thing. You also know my brother's temper, so just accept it, otherwise I will go back later. There is no way to explain it to my brother."
Wang Ailan saw that Shi Qinghuan had said this. It would be bad if she didn't accept these things, so she said to Shi Qinghuan: "Okay, I will accept the things, but I can't do this again next time."
"Well, I'll go home first."
"Wait a minute, someone gave me some pieces of pig blood today. You can take two pieces back to stew sauerkraut and eat them."
Shi Qinghuan did not refuse after hearing Wang Ailan's words, because she wanted to eat Maoxuewang, but she didn't know if Mu Fusheng would do it?
A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan returned home with two large pieces of pig blood. Then she asked Mu Fusheng, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, "Can you make Maoxuewang?"
"What kind of food? I've never heard of it."
"Forget it, let's have spicy and sour pig blood soup tonight."
"I don't eat pig blood."
"No, no, you don't eat pig blood? Then the last time I made sauerkraut stewed blood sausage, didn't you only eat sauerkraut?"
"Um."
Shi Qinghuan didn't know what to say after hearing Mu Fusheng's words, so she could only say dryly: "Then I'll add another tofu soup tonight. I just happen to have a piece of frozen tofu left at home."
"Okay, do you want a lunch break?"
"No, I don't sleep much in winter, and I don't get sleepy as easily as in summer, so if you want to take a nap, just go ahead and take a nap."
After hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, Mu Fusheng put down the newspaper in his hand, and then said to Shi Qinghuan: "Then I'll go to sleep for a while. If you have anything, call me."
Shi Qinghuan nodded after hearing Mu Fusheng's words. Then, after Mu Fusheng entered the room to go to bed, she walked towards the kitchen with the pig's blood.
After she put the pig blood in the kitchen, she scooped some hot water from the pot, washed her hands, and walked towards the room.
When she returned to the room, she thought that she had not submitted a manuscript for almost a month, and her new story had just been outlined. It seemed that she had been slacking off recently, which was a very bad omen.
Although she is not short of money now, who would object to having too much money? Besides, although the current housing prices are cheap, buying a good courtyard house in Beijing costs 18,000 yuan, and the more expensive one costs 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. To win.
Therefore, her road to making money is long and arduous, because the amount of money she has now is not enough to buy half a house.
She thought that Shi Qinghuan was a bit autistic, but fortunately the original owner's parents left her a big house, but it was a small bungalow, not a courtyard house, which made her obsession with the courtyard house even deeper.
Because basically every reborn person has an inexplicable obsession with the courtyard, and she is no exception.
So she didn't waste a moment, sat down at the table and started writing a new story.
