C50 (2/2)

Widow Li was also not bad, but it was obvious that she was more stubborn than Zhao Lingling. She thought she would be the best at it, but now it seemed that she was the hardest one to bite.

Only Zhao Ling Ling, tsk tsk, looks like I'm really going to succeed.

After shaking his body a few times, Chen Sanqiu picked up the two loads of apples and went to the village entrance to set up a stall again. Until the afternoon, no one actually bought anything, but the news that Chen Sanqiu sold two hundred and ten yuan worth of apples was spread around Fallen Phoenix Village.

Everyone felt that this matter was too terrifying, too outrageous, and they could not believe it at all.

Luo Xiangyu and Zhao Jianzhong returned home after a day's work. Seeing their daughter lying on the table, thinking about something, and seeing her blushing face and watery eyes, Luo Xiangyu's heart trembled.

He secretly cursed.

As an experienced man, although Luo Xiangyu was tough and rough, and fought fiercer than the masters, she was still a girl back in the day. Although she could be considered a heavy girl, but there were also times when she missed men.

Seeing Zhao Lingling like this, he knew that his daughter had grown up.

Zhao Jianzhong stretched his body and poured himself a cup of tea. He told Luo Xiangyu to cook, but she stared back at him, and he was so scared that he ran to the kitchen to cook.

Only Zhao Lingling and Luo Xiangyu were left in the living room.

”Lingling, what are you thinking about?” Luo Xiangyu drank a mouthful of water and pretended to be bored.

”No, nothing.” Zhao Lingling's face turned red. She quickly sat up and asked Luo Xiangyu, ”Are you tired today?”

”How can I not be tired? But the Chen family is quite interesting, the money they gave is also enough.” Luo Xiangyu continued, ”I heard that the prodigal Chen Sanqiu is bragging about selling apples for two hundred and ten dollars each. Who the hell would be so stupid as to buy apples for ten dollars each?”

Hearing Luo Xiangyu's words, Zhao Lingling hurriedly said, ”I did sell the apples for two hundred and ten yuan each. I was there when it was bought by two residents of the city.”

When Luo Xiangyu heard Zhao Lingling's anxious tone, she could not help but be stunned for a moment. Thinking back to the moment when she entered the hall and saw Zhao Lingling at the Eight Immortals' Table, her heart quivered and her entire body shivered.

He thought with fear in his heart: ”It can't be that Ling Ling Ling has really taken a fancy to that prodigal son, Chen Sanqiu, right?”

”No way, no matter who you like, you can't like that prodigal son of Chen Sanqiu.”

Luo Xiangyu frowned and sneered, then said with disdain, ”He's just a prodigal son. What's so special about that? A person who is willing to spend ten dollars to buy an apple, if he isn't a prodigal son, what is he?”

Zhao Lingling wanted to explain the lifestyle of the people in the city, but when she thought about it, she decided not to say anything since she might not be able to explain it.

Seeing Zhao Lingling lower her head and not say a word, Luo Xiangyu became even angrier. Before she could get married, she had already turned away.

Suppressing her anger, Luo Xiangyu went to the kitchen and found Zhao Jianzhong, who was busy cooking. Her eyes reddened as she said in a sorrowful voice, ”Our daughter is missing a man now. Wuu, wuu, what should we do?

Zhao Jianzhong stared blankly for a moment and then said, ”You're already so old. If you don't want to, don't tell me you want to become a nun?”