Chapter 77: The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife
Chapter 77: Deep into the Heart
In the end, Chen Chunli couldn't refuse this openly cooperative opportunity that, in reality, meant working for Bai Lu and making money.
Because her skills were inferior.
Her mind couldn't wrap around Bai Lu.
A few days ago, when Wang Hao went to sound out Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng said he wouldn't roast chestnuts with sugar, making it clear that he wasn't interested in this matter.
However, Chen Chunli didn't believe it. Xiao Cheng lived with Bai Lu every day, how could he not have seen Bai Lu roasting chestnuts?
It was just to protect Bai Lu.
After making an agreement with Bai Lu, she had her younger brother, Chen Dafu, come to pick up the goods in the afternoon, and Chen Chunli swaggered back home.
She needed to contact relatives on her mother's side early. On the first day of the roasted chestnut business, she wanted them to come and show their support.
She couldn't let herself be suppressed by that widow, Wang Cuihua.
When Xiao Wei came back from school and passed by the newly built house, he found a lot of people moving bricks and building walls.
The speed of building the walls left him dumbfounded.
At this rate, it wouldn't take ten days, no, not even a week for the house to be completed.
No need to ask, those people were definitely called by Big Brother. Many of them were familiar faces.
What was Big Brother so anxious about?
Question marks filled Xiao Wei's mind. Carrying his small school bag, he walked towards home and saw Chen Chunli leaving from the front door.
He immediately furrowed his brow and quickened his pace.
That woman, Chen Chunli, was very fierce. She would chase people down the street with a burning stick. Anyone who encountered her would suffer.
Bai Lu was in the kitchen roasting chestnuts when a small figure rushed in. When the figure saw her, it stopped in its tracks.
Without saying a word, it stared at her like a detective, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
Then it turned around and left.
The sound of putting down a school bag came from the direction of the main house.
Bai Lu, holding a spatula,, "???"
After a while, the small figure came in again.
Rolling up its sleeves, it took a basket of vegetables she had picked from the vegetable garden and went outside to wash them.
After washing the vegetables, it took the pot used for cooking rice out, cleaned it with dry loofah gourd, and then went to the rice jar to measure rice with a bamboo tube. After that, it went outside to wash the rice.
Once the rice was washed, and enough water was added, the figure carried the pot back, stepped on a low, long stool next to the stove, placed the pot back in its original position, and then reached down to stuff dry straw into the stove hole.
Lit the fire.
The small hands patted the stool and sat down calmly to tend the fire, adding dry bamboo pieces and small wood sticks into the stove hole.
Bai Lu was flipping chestnuts, her hands busy, and she asked across the space, "Are you hungry? There are fruits on the table in the main house, and some pastries. Have a little to fill your stomach. It will take a while for these two pots of chestnuts to be ready. After roasting them, I can cook some dishes, and your brother can have dinner when he comes back."
The little guy supported his chin with both hands, staring at the fire in the stove, "No need, I'm not hungry."
Bai Lu wanted to pat his obedient head, but unfortunately, she had a spatula in her hand. "Do you have any specific dishes you'd like to eat today?"
"Anything."
The same versatile answer as his brother.
Bai Lu couldn't help but laugh, "Do you want to eat waxed duck leg?"
The little guy's eyes lit up, turning around, and realizing Bai Lu was looking at him, he immediately turned away.
"Anything." His voice couldn't hide a small anticipation.
Bai Lu, with a smile, pointed to a sack in the corner, "In that sack, there are bamboo shoots. They were given to your brother yesterday when he went to exchange chestnut boards in the countryside. His grandparents gave them to him. Take some out and peel them. I've already put the waxed duck leg in a small pot with warm water. We'll make stir-fried bamboo shoots with waxed duck leg for lunch, pan-fried eggs with chives, and stir-fried vegetables..."
Xiao Wei only heard "stir-fried bamboo shoots with waxed duck leg."
When the word "vegetables" was mentioned, the little hands had already opened the sack, taken out a bunch of bamboo shoots, and brought them back.
A quick series of "crack, crack" peeling sounds echoed soon after.
Bai Lu didn't have time to go out to buy vegetables today, so she had to resort to the small grain storage in the house.
The waxed duck leg was a gift from Aunt Wu. The bamboo shoots were a gift from the grandparents. The eggs were a gift from Li Hongying and her friends. The chives, ginger, garlic, and vegetables... were all produced in the backyard vegetable garden.
All were green, healthy, and natural organic foods.
There were also four sausages in the cupboard, just like the bamboo shoots. They were brought back reluctantly by Xiaocheng yesterday.
The daughter of the grandparents who married into the Zhu family, from some village, somehow got wind of the news that Xiaocheng was going to the neighboring big pig-raising household to buy piglets and bring them back to raise for her parents. She went up the mountain with her husband to pick bamboo shoots before dawn.
Before Xiao Cheng left, she carried two large bags of bamboo shoots and brought half of the scarce sausages from her house, eight in total, and a hen whose wings and feet were tied because it was laying eggs, asking Xiao Cheng to help take them back to her parents.
The grandparents were moved when they received their daughter's kindness and knew that she still cared about them. They were so happy that they cried.
No matter what, they had to give Xiao Cheng a bag of bamboo shoots, four sausages, and let him take the hen back to town to eat.
Xiao Cheng didn't want it, but the grandparents insisted.
They forcefully stuffed it into his car, saying that his wife liked to eat them, and he should take them back for his wife.
Xiao Cheng was forced to bring it back for his wife.
Fortunately, these bamboo shoots were also competitive. Under Bai Lu's skillful cooking, when they came out of the pot with the waxed duck leg, they were full of color, fragrance, and flavor, not greasy at all, filling the entire yard with a delightful aroma.
Just as Xiao Cheng, who had just approached the door, swept away the tiredness in his eyes, all the chill on his body was blown away by the fragrance of the meal.
He was comforted by the girl's silver bell-like laughter.
Laughter and joy, after eating their fill and having enough to drink.
After dinner, Xiao Wei took it upon himself to wash the dishes. Xiaocheng went to his room for some unknown reason, and Bai Lu went to the backyard.
Outside the chicken coop, there were broken bowls and the last few charred chestnuts, not completely blackened. They knocked open the deep, burnt brown shells of the chestnuts and crushed the blackened flesh.
In the center of the fruit, you could still see a little yellow.
Using fresh green leaves, she wrapped the crushed fruit. If you didn't look closely, it looked like another delicious dish.
The old mother hen was deceived.
Squatting in the chicken nest, facing a green vegetable bun extended towards her, she, who had been eating charred chestnuts for a day and night, could finally return to being a normal old mother hen and enjoy normal delicacies. Opening her mouth, she pecked at it.
After a series of "ding, ding, ding" sounds...
In her mouth were both charred chestnuts and the fresh taste of the vegetable leaves. The old mother hen rolled her eyes and had to swallow it down.
Bai Lu laughed heartily, supporting herself against a chestnut tree, sitting on a small stool, and holding the second vegetable bun in her hand.
Trying to tempt the old mother hen again.
Unaware of everything, in the room by the window, the man stared without blinking through the emerald green glass, his gaze falling directly on her. He witnessed everything.
His lips, slightly cold, couldn't help but curve up a bit with her smiling face.
The account book he had just picked up innocently lost its chance to be flipped through and was put back into the drawer.
The old mother hen had reluctantly gotten used to the devilish pairing of meals.
Bai Lu sat on a small stool, leaning against the chestnut tree, with her right hand on the edge of the chicken coop, holding a green vegetable bun between her fingers. In front of the bun was the old mother hen squatting in the nest.
The old mother hen pecked at the little vegetable bun on her finger, swaying and finally swallowing the food down.
The breeze rustled through the branches and leaves.
A flower bud fell, half of it blooming in the air as the wind blew it, and the other half landed on the top of the girl sitting against the tree. She seemed not to notice, still playing with the old mother hen, smiling.
A picturesque scene deeply etched into the heart.
Xiao Cheng saw her lips move, and through the glass window, he heard the soundless voice.
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