Chapter 160

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

"From now on, no heart to love a good night, let him under the bright moon descend to the west tower." Chai Mi whispered softly.

Chai Mi thought of Song Qiushui and felt a surge of anger; Song Qiushui was a straightforward girl, but her mind was pure. In her previous life, no one had stopped her, but in this life, she couldn't let her fall for love's delusion.

Believe a man's mouth?

Heh heh.

Love?

Chai Mi heh heh'd three times in a row...

Chai Mi made up her mind; she would properly give Song Qiushui a lesson on Nine-Year Compulsory Education later, especially telling her the stories of Li Yi and Huo Xiaoyu, Du Shiniang and so-and-so, Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing.

Tell her...

Women who believe in love, not a single one ends well.

"Eating melon seeds..." Just as Chai Mi's thoughts were flying everywhere, Song Qingshu took out a handful of melon seeds and handed them to Chai Mi.

Chai Mi smiled and took them.

She cracked one...

Then spat it out.

Ptooey...

"Da Lao Song, your melon seeds are moldy..."

(Moldy: local dialect, specifically referring to some grains, such as millet, sorghum, corn, flour, etc., that mold due to hot and humid summer weather; in the countryside, melon seeds and peanuts also use this word.)

Liu Zhanggui also picked one up and cracked it, then spat it out too: "Da Lao Song, you're something, serving moldy things to entertain us!"

Song Qingshu was made to blush red by several people, but still thickened his skin and said: "It's not my fault; I didn't know they were moldy. If I had known, I wouldn't have taken them out."

Song Qingshu said while taking out cigarettes and lighting one for Liu Zhanggui: "Thanks for the trouble of coming over."

Liu Zhanggui smoked without speaking.

Chai Mi looked at Song Qingshu and teased with a smile: "Da Lao Song, you're not a decent person; you only know how to flatter the Village Chief, giving him a cigarette, but not one for the others."

Song Qingshu saw there were still over a dozen people nearby; if he distributed them, a pack of cigarettes would be gone...

Torn by this, Chai Mi shouted to the people: "Da Lao Song said no cooking this early morning; everyone has been busy half the night, come to Da Lao Song's house for a meal. Da Lao Song has prepared good food to treat everyone."

Song Qingshu's face was full of embarrassment:???

Everyone said okay, and the matter was settled.

Logically, Song Qingshu should also provide the meal, after all, a group of people from Old Song's family helped his daughter vent her anger yesterday; they shouldn't work for nothing, right?

But Song Qingshu was stingy and didn't want to provide the meal, mainly because there were too many people... dozens of mouths, that would be four or five tables, each table costing dozens of yuan...

Song Qingshu felt the pain terribly, but Chai Mi had already used his money to earn goodwill, and besides, Liu Zhanggui was there; after all, he was the Village Chief, so Song Qingshu now didn't dare say no meal, and could only harden his scalp, going back to tell his wife to cook.

That's how it is in the countryside; once many people eat together, the host can't manage, so they have to call the hardworking people to come.

Generally, they call the closest people...

As expected, not long after, Song Qiushui came out wearing a large floral apron, pouting her lips, looking like she hadn't woken up, holding a ladle.

She looked at Chai Mi, angry: "Chai Mi, I heard from my Second Uncle that it was your bad idea to arrange for everyone to eat?"

Chai Mi pointed at Liu Zhanggui: "The Village Chief is right here; this wasn't my idea. It was your Second Uncle who took the initiative to invite everyone to eat. What's wrong? Your Second Uncle called you to work hard, and you still have a grudge?"

"Hmph! How could I not have a grudge? I was busy all night, didn't eat a single bite of watermelon, and had to start a fire and cook early this morning, arranging a big pot meal." Song Qiushui complained, saying as she pried open a watermelon on the table, took a few bites, felt it refreshing and sweet, then lowered her voice: "Later, sit at the Village Chief's table; I'll prepare two extra hard dishes for you."