Chapter 87

Qin Huairu guessed.

"Un, Uncle?"

He Yuzhu was stunned.

Hahaha!

Jia Dongxu laughed very happily.

"Misunderstanding, I'm not an uncle, I'm younger than Brother Dongxu."

He Yuzhu was so anxious his face turned red.

"You're younger than him?"

Qin Huairu looked at He Yuzhu, then at Jia Dongxu. On the surface, He Yuzhu looked ten years older than Jia Dongxu; he really aged too quickly!

"Right, he is indeed younger than me!"

Regarding He Yuzhu.

Jia Dongxu was relatively at ease.

It wasn't that he trusted He Yuzhu’s character, but he trusted He Yuzhu’s looks. He looked like an uncle at such a young age; what girl would like him?

In the crowd.

"Niu Niu, go, go home and get a big bowl!"

Wan Ping'an said.

Niu Niu turned and ran, soon bringing a bowl from home.

Wan Ping'an untied another burlap sack and scooped out a bowl of rice; it was still golden, looking just like a bowl of crushed gold.

"Go, take it home and let your mother make porridge for you!"

Wan Ping'an handed the bowl to Niu Niu!

"Such a big bowl of rice, let alone porridge, even if you steamed it as rice, you might not be able to finish it in one meal!"

"I think in our courtyard, besides Wan Ping'an, the smartest one is Sun Tiegang; he followed Wan Ping'an to work from the beginning."

"Now that you mention it, it's true. Sun Tiegang follows Wan Ping'an to work and has received plenty of benefits; he eats tomatoes, pumpkins, and watermelons whenever he wants."

"Later, our boy will also go help Wan Ping'an work."

"It's a pity my eldest son has started working, otherwise, I would definitely let him follow Wan Ping'an to work."

Everyone looked at the bowl Niu Niu was holding, and everyone was envious.

Golden rice, they hadn't even heard of it, let alone eaten it.

It must be delicious.

It must be very nourishing.

Unfortunately, there was none for them.

Just like Wan Ping'an selling golden rice, it must be like the tomatoes, ten times more expensive than ordinary rice; ordinary people couldn't afford it at all.

At this time.

Qin Huairu asked Jia Dongxu beside her.

"Dongxu, is the rice in your city all golden?"

Qin Huairu was very curious; she couldn't be sure.

"You shouldn't ask him this kind of question, you should ask me."

"Our family is the successor of the Tan family cuisine, we've been chefs for generations, and in the entire Sihe Academy, our family has the most say on ingredient issues."

He Yuzhu’s eyes lit up.

A good opportunity to show off had arrived.

In front of Qin Huairu, he couldn't control his desire to perform.

Jia Dongxu’s face turned black; wasn't this stepping on him?

"Then tell me, is the rice in your city all golden?"

Qin Huairu hesitated for a moment.

"No, the rice in our city is also white."

"That little brat Wan Ping'an can always grow something different; the golden rice must have been grown by him."

He Yuzhu was jealous.

"You said he can always grow something different; besides golden rice, what else has he grown?"

Qin Huairu was even more curious.

Jia Dongxu kept winking at He Yuzhu; don't say it, don't say it, aren't you praising Wan Ping'an?

He Yuzhu saw it but ignored it.

This was a good opportunity to show himself off, how could he stop?

"He also grew tomatoes, pumpkins, and watermelons."

"The tomatoes he grew were five mao each and were snatched up."

"The pumpkins he grew were one yuan each and were snatched up."

"Watermelons, one mao per catty, and still in short supply."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu also realized it.

Wasn't he praising Wan Ping'an?

In front of Qin Huairu, he should be cursing Wan Ping'an, not praising him. What if Qin Huairu started to like Wan Ping'an?

"Don't you think Wan Ping'an is a good person."

"He just knows how to farm and hunt, uh, his character is very poor, he has no public spirit at all. If you don't believe me, ask Jia Dongxu."

He Yuzhu began to rack his brains to speak ill of Wan Ping'an.

"That's absolutely right, Wan Ping'an has no public spirit, his heart must be black, every single thing he sells is at an exorbitant price!"

Jia Dongxu glared fiercely at He Yuzhu.

Qin Huairu saw it.

Both He Yuzhu and Jia Dongxu were jealous of Wan Ping'an!

"It's too far away, I can't see the golden rice clearly, I want to go to the front to see."

Qin Huairu wanted to squeeze to the front of the crowd.

"Isn't that easy?"

"Follow me, I'll take you in."

He Yuzhu patted his chest to guarantee.

In a few moves, he really squeezed out a path in the crowd and squeezed to the very front.

Just as he squeezed to the very front, He Yuzhu regretted it.

Wasn't this delivering Qin Huairu to Wan Ping'an?

"It really is golden rice!"

Qin Huairu picked up a grain of golden rice; it was light as a feather.

When she was a child, the daughter of a wealthy family in the village got married, and her family gave her gold jewelry as a dowry. She had touched it, seen it, and remembered it very clearly.

It didn't feel the same as golden rice!

"Qin Huairu?"

Wan Ping'an looked up; he didn't expect to meet Qin Huairu under these circumstances.

Compared to the Qin Huairu he saw on TV, the Qin Huairu in front of him was younger, more beautiful, and her watery eyes could speak.

"Truly tender!"

"Full of collagen!"

"No wonder she could fascinate He Yuzhu to death!"

Wan Ping'an sighed.

He saw He Yuzhu, right to the left of Qin Huairu.

He Yuzhu was looking at Qin Huairu, smiling foolishly, drool almost flowing out.

Jia Dongxu was on the right, glaring fiercely at He Yuzhu.

"Jia Dongxu wants to marry Qin Huairu?"

"Meeting me, he has no chance!"

"Rather than letting Jia Dongxu ruin Qin Huairu, I might as well cut in and take her!"