Chapter 124

She blushed as she took the egg and slowly peeled it.

She couldn't bear to boil eggs, but she couldn't resist Cao Cao Weiguo’s insistence.

She was just having her period; she wasn't that delicate.

With eggs and brown sugar, it was like she was in confinement.

After carefully peeling the egg, she reached out to put it in Cao Cao Weiguo’s bowl.

Cao Cao Weiguo immediately moved his bowl away: "The egg was boiled for you; eat it quickly."

Even an egg was being pushed back and forth, which made Cao Cao Weiguo very helpless.

Song Song Yulan rolled her eyes at Cao Cao Weiguo: "A large bowl of fried pancakes is enough; how could I still eat it."

Cao Cao Weiguo said with a straight face: "Even if you can't eat it, you have to. Look at how long you’ve been married, and you’re still so thin."

Song Song Yulan said aggrievedly: "I eat plenty, but I just don't put on weight."

Cao Cao Weiguo said: "You’re just stingy with eating; otherwise, you wouldn't be this thin, making it seem like our family can't afford to eat."

Song Song Yulan’s frugality was a good thing, but Cao Cao Weiguo felt it was a bit too much.

With the salary he brought home every month, he couldn't spend it all even if he ate meat every day.

The chickens at home laid eggs every day, but this wife just couldn't bear to eat them.

This tight-fisted lifestyle made Cao Cao Weiguo feel uncomfortable.

Didn't he earn money to let the family live a good life?

If she was so reluctant to eat or spend, what was the use of the money he earned?

He had told Song Song Yulan several times, but it didn't do much good.

Song Song Yulan just held onto "frugality" and wouldn't let go.

After breakfast, Song Song Yulan washed the dishes and tidied up the room.

Cao Cao Weiguo pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard.

"Ding, daily check-in successful!"

"Obtained Advanced Chinese Pastry Chef Skill!"

The sound of the heavenly music made Cao Cao Weiguo’s eyes light up.

Chinese pastry has a long history, with various flavors and a wide variety.

Such as northern dumplings, noodles, hand-pulled noodles, pancakes, glutinous rice balls, etc.

Southern siu mai, spring rolls, zongzi, yuanxiao, steamed buns, etc.

In addition, various local snacks with local characteristics have evolved based on local products and folk customs.

"Cao Weiguo, wait for me!"

Just as Cao Cao Weiguo was happy, Qin Qin Huairu ran after him.

Unsurprisingly, she started by complaining and borrowing grain.

Qin Qin Huairu’s eyes were misty with tears, looking pitiful.

Cao Cao Weiguo also knew that Qin Qin Huairu’s life was indeed not easy.

Without Sha Zhu’s support, her standard of living had plummeted.

Giving Qin Qin Huairu a little grain was a drop in the bucket for him.

But he knew the principle of "a bushel of grain breeds gratitude, a peck breeds enmity."

He also saw the true nature and face of the Jia family.

Cao Cao Weiguo said with a bitter smile: "Sister Qin, you know that the family’s finances are in my wife’s hands; I can't take out grain to lend you."

This sentence made Qin Qin Huairu extremely uncomfortable.

Through their time together, she had also seen Song Song Yulan’s capability.

Song Song Yulan looked delicate, but she was actually strong-willed, meticulous in managing the household, and wouldn't let others take advantage of her family in the slightest.

Not to mention that her mother-in-law had already offended Song Song Yulan enough.

Given Song Song Yulan’s personality, how could she possibly lend grain to the Jia family.

Qin Qin Huairu said miserably: "Cao Weiguo, Sister really has no other way. Little Huaihua hasn't had a full meal for several days and cries from hunger at night. I know you have a good heart; please help Sister."

Cao Cao Weiguo sighed: "Sister Qin, I really am powerless."

After speaking, Cao Cao Weiguo pedaled his bicycle quickly away.

He did want to give Qin Qin Huairu some grain and take advantage of her.

But there are no airtight walls in the world; if Song Song Yulan found out, there would definitely be a fight at home.

He didn't want to make his home restless because of an outsider.

"Useless thing!"

Qin Qin Huairu watched Cao Cao Weiguo’s retreating figure, which looked like he was running away, and stomped her feet with red eyes.

Just married and already completely controlled by his wife.

Everything at home is listened to by Song Song Yulan; he’s a total beast of burden.

Qin Qin Huairu said this, but in her heart, she was envious and jealous of Song Song Yulan.

She really didn't expect Cao Cao Weiguo to be so doting and afraid of his wife.

Song Song Yulan, a country girl, is now the object of envy for all the women in the courtyard.

Comparing Jia Jia Dongxu and Cao Cao Weiguo, it’s like heaven and earth.

When Jia Jia Dongxu was alive, he was cut from the same cloth as Jia Jia Zhangshi.

His personality was tricky and mean, lazy, and he treated her like a maid.

She did dirty and tiring work at home and never enjoyed a day of happiness.

Looking at how Cao Cao Weiguo treats Song Song Yulan, even if he isn't completely obedient, it’s not far off.

The key is that Cao Cao Weiguo is also a capable person.

Qin Qin Huairu walked to the factory feeling bitter and indignant, when Xu Xu Damao rode his bicycle over.

"Sister Qin, why are you so listless!"

Qin Qin Huairu wiped the corner of her eye: "My stomach is empty, where would I get any spirit."

Xu Xu Damao’s eyes lit up, and he asked with a smile: "How about it? Is the family out of grain?"

Qin Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at Xu Xu Damao: "Why are you still gloating."

Xu Xu Damao leaned over, lecherously: "I’ll treat you to lunch."

Qin Qin Huairu blushed: "How can I be so embarrassed."

Xu Xu Damao said affectionately: "What kind of relationship do we have? What’s a meal I treat you to?"

Qin Qin Huairu said with a smile: "I heard Lou Xiao'e went back to her maiden home again; do you have any ideas?"

Xu Xu Damao laughed wickedly: "Sister Qin knows me best. Lunch plus five steamed buns, and come sit in my room tonight."

Qin Qin Huairu patted Xu Xu Damao charmingly: "Look at you, add ten pounds of cornmeal."

Xu Xu Damao said generously: "No problem!"

Qin Qin Huairu’s reply made Xu Xu Damao overjoyed.

Qin Qin Huairu wanted quite a bit, but he didn't care.

Thinking about being intimate tonight, Xu Xu Damao pedaled his bicycle with extra strength.

He fantasized that Qin Qin Huairu was not only pretty but also fertile.

Maybe he could have a son!

Lou Xiao'e was pretty and her family had money, but she had a bad temper and couldn't have children.

If it weren't for the money from the Lou family, he would have divorced Lou Xiao'e long ago.

If he married Qin Qin Huairu, wouldn't he have sons one after another.

Rolling Mill

Cao Cao Weiguo had just arrived at the kitchen when Yu Yu Haitang came looking for him.

"Director Cao!"

"Yu Haitang, is there something?"

Yu Yu Haitang said crisply: "Director Cao, the factory is holding a July 1st essay activity, and our director hopes you can participate."

Essay?

Cao Cao Weiguo considered his writing skills average.

And in this period, it’s better to write less.