C112 (1/2)

The next day, when Duan Xiaohe walked out of the house, she saw two footprints on the wall, her gaze moved to the next room as she pursed her lips and did not say a word. Liu San came out after him, and when she saw the shadow on the wall, her face changed slightly.

”I'll go find them!”

Duan Xiaohe pulled him back, ”Forget it, there's only two sugarcane left and right, it's not a big deal.”

Liu San looked at the two footprints in silence for a moment before sighing softly and giving her some water to wash his face. Liu Da waited until she had finished preparing breakfast before he came out of the house yawning. When he saw that there was food on the table, he immediately grabbed one and fed it to his mouth.

Liu San shook his head and brought him to wash his face and brush his teeth. After finishing breakfast, Duan Xiaohe called for the two men at home to help her extract the juice from the sugar cane. According to the pitiful knowledge she had in her previous life and the teachings of her grandmother, she spent a lot of effort to make the white sugar.

The sugar was not considered white, but rather yellow, but Duan Xiaohe was very satisfied with it.

The two brothers were extremely curious about this thing. Duan Xiaohe scooped a spoonful of meat and gave it to Liu Da, then she personally scooped some into Liu San's mouth.

”How is it?”

”Sweet.”

Duan Xiaohe giggled, found a piece of paper to wrap it up with, and said she would gift it to Haitang's family. She thought for a moment, then came back and got a portion for Liu San to send over for him to have a taste.

Liu San was stunned as he looked at that thing. When he raised his head, his wife was already gone.

Liu Da stood behind him and pointed to the direction of the door. She doesn't cook? ”

He had been too busy watching her fiddle with this thing to notice that it was already time for dinner. The little daughter-in-law eagerly ran off to the Haitang's family, but did not tell them how to eat it. They were not children, so how could they eat it as if it was nothing? If he gave this thing to Old Man Liu, based on his father's current precious look of pampering for his grandson, he would definitely keep it until the child in Widow Li's stomach was born.

Just as she was thinking, Duan Xiaohe ran over and said that she was going to eat something. She looked like she was just going to eat something, and would be brought over after dinner when she made a white sugar cake.

When Liu Da heard that she was going to make some pastries, his eyes lit up like a little pug. Duan Xiaohe said that she would take him to a new restaurant and make him suffer a painful meal there.

The Liu San asked her how he should eat this thing. Duan Xiaohe told her that this thing was better than malt candy, how he should eat it.

After that, he made quite a few white sugar cake and had Liu San take a portion to give Old Man Liu a taste. The couple walked towards the east, one heading west, one closer, one further away. When Duan Xiaohe thought of something and turned back, he saw that the Liu San was still standing at the entrance, staring blankly at the neighboring room.

”Give this to our dad, don't get it into someone else's mouth the moment you send him in. I'm afraid he won't even know it will be gone by then.”

Liu San smiled at her slowly. ”I understand.”

He asked Duan Xiaohe if she had forgotten to bring something back. Duan Xiaohe didn't have the face to say that she had turned back to say these words, so she could only pretend to think about it, and say that she had forgotten.

Liu San had a doting look in his eyes, telling her to quickly send the things over to the Haitang's family before the sky darkened. He would come over later to pick her up.

As luck would have it, Yao Zhen was also there. Since they had guests at their house, Duan Xiaohe did not want to stay any longer. Begonia's mother is polite, but insisted on pulling her to stay and chat for a while.

Duan Xiaohe looked at the red-faced Begonia and Yao Zhen who had been sneakily peeking at the Begonia and felt that it was interesting as well.

White Sugar was a rare sight in the Great Chong. Every time Yao Zhen and his son came over, they would hear the Chinese flower parents praising Duan Xiaohe, and this time, seeing her abilities with their own eyes, their admiration for him was even greater.

This admiration almost made Duan Xiaohe inflate. She shamelessly rubbed the corner of her clothes, saying that she was just messing around.

After chatting for a while, Duan Xiaohe started to chat with Yao Zhen more. If only she knew that Yao Zhen knew how to read and write, she would be talking in a different way.

It was no wonder why the parents of the Chinese Flowering Apple liked him so much. They wanted to mix him with their daughter, but the flower refused to acknowledge them and looked down upon them.

”Sis, the thing you asked me to embroider for you last time has been completed. Why don't you come over and change it?”

Duan Xiaohe looked at her suspiciously, thinking why was Begonia so tiger-like, and didn't see that she was happily chatting with Yao Zhen brat, why did she have to come and call out to him?

The crabapple bit its lip, tugged at her arm, and dragged her away. Once they entered the house, Begonia immediately broke out of her face that was filled with collagen, accusing her of being bribed by Yao Zhen.

She thought for a moment, ”This Yao Zhen brat is pretty good. He can read and write, and is also good-looking.

”But I don't like it.” ”The crabapple blossoms cried a little as they sat alone at the end of the brick bed.” Why are you standing with her now? Didn't we say we were friends? How can you just abandon me like that? If you still stand by his side, then don't come looking for me in the future, I won't be your embroidery lady either. ”

Duan Xiaohe's eyebrows twitched, the boat of friendship flipped just like that …

”The reason why you don't like Yao Zhen is because you had a prejudice against him from the very beginning. You like Qin Rui, but has Qin Rui ever liked you before? If you continue to wear it out like this, don't lose track of Qin Rui, and lose track of your own age. ”