Dear,You Lose

"Sister in law, it's a waste of brand new cotton cloth here."

Looking at the little girl frowning, Yan Qiqi took the cotton cloth from her hand with a smile, "this can be recycled, what's the waste? And the tofu will taste better. "

As soon as the voice fell, I saw that the little girl looked at herself suspiciously and patted her shoulder placidly.

"Come and join me, and you'll see."

Put the stuffy bean curd in the cotton cloth and press it with a stone for a while. When the water is almost drained, it stops.

"Before I bought tofu in the town, it would shrink a lot if I made a big piece. Is it because they didn't do it?"

"Yes, it will be more troublesome for us to do so, but we will eat well at that time. Even if our price is a little higher, we will not worry about selling it."

Smell speech, the little girl sincerely admire to give her a thumbs up.

"But my sister-in-law, they have been making tofu for so many years, and they all know this. They won't learn from us, will they?"

"Don't worry, every step of my tofu making process has some details that they didn't pay attention to. Even if they really figure them out one day, we were already famous at that time and said that we had already changed our profession to do something else. Tofu is also a troublesome thing to do, and its profit is small. Now we just use it as a springboard, and we must think of other ways in the future "It's not like I'm going to be here

Her major in college is totally useless here. The only thing that can help her is the food bloggers who had nothing to do before.

Thinking that he might struggle all his life in this era, Yin Qiqi felt a headache.

I still have to hurry up to learn a craft.

As soon as the meal was ready, he remembered song Wenqing's side. Yin Qiqi packed some food in a box and went to eat with him. It happened that today, because of Yin's mother's affairs, he was still uncomfortable and wanted to talk to him.

"Why are you sitting outside?"

For a while, he was fascinated by reading. If it wasn't for Yin Qiqi to speak, song Wenqing didn't find her coming. When he saw his sweetheart, his face would smile a little more.

"Now that it's warm, it's more comfortable to sit outside."

With that, song Wenqing saw that her eyes were slightly red and swollen. She could guess what was going on after a little thought. She hesitated for a moment and then began to explore.

"They have been wronged by you again?"

"Yes or no, let's eat first. I don't want to talk about them now. It doesn't affect my appetite."

Originally also worried about her sad things, heard her say so, song Wenqing readily nodded, "OK, listen to you."

In a hurry at noon, she still stewed bean rice with simple wild boar meat to stew wild vegetables. Fortunately, she and song Niannian both have good skills, otherwise they would be really tired of eating like this every day.

"We're busy making tofu. We've wasted some time, but we can eat tofu in the evening. It's just a good time to taste it."

"I'm sure it's not bad. You're a good craftsman and you like to study by yourself. It's better than the tofu made by generations in the town."

Bang, this man is not blushing now!

"Well, let's talk about it first. If the taste is ordinary, you'll have to be responsible for solving all the problems, or you're trying to coax me to play!"

Finally, seeing the smile on her face, song Wenqing was relieved, "it's a deal!"

"By the way, how is his wound healing, or has he been asleep?"

He raised his hand and put it on her head, gently but strongly twisted her head and turned back, "the fever has subsided, and the wound has begun to heal, but there is very little time to wake up every day. Is that ok?"

"He lost too much blood that day. At first, I'm not sure I can save people. It's not easy for him to be as good as he is now. Let him cultivate for a few days. I'll make some blood tonic Soup for him these two days."

With that, Yin Qiqi put down his chopsticks and put his head on Song Wenqing's knee. "You say how much resentment and hatred this is, the arrows with barbs are poked in and pulled out again."

Imagine that feeling, can't help shivering.

"This man is really tenacious. I admire him."

Listening to her feelings, song Wenqing touched her head with a smile.

"Well, have you washed your hands? Don't get my hair dirty."

Smell speech, Song Wen Qing has no good spirit of curtsey finger toward her forehead to flick down, "the problem still quite many!"

"To spicy song Wenqing, you have told me many times before that my father is very fierce sometimes. When we just got married, I went too far. Why didn't my father lecture me?"

She's been holding it in her heart for a long time. At first, she thought that song's father and they were just like that. Later, after a long time together, she found that they were not like that at all.

"What's going on?"Without hearing his response for a long time, Yin Qiqi looked up at him, just saw that he was a little embarrassed and frowned, and immediately became more and more curious.

"Do you really want to listen?"

Nonsense! He nodded firmly, "tell me about it."

"Because of his temperament, a few years ago when Dad's legs just couldn't walk, many people laughed at him openly and secretly, and dad never bothered with those people. At first I didn't understand it, but later I realized that dad just didn't pay attention to them and was lazy."

Well, what she did before her affection was just a clown in Song's father's eyes?

Thinking of this, Yin Qiqi turned his mouth silently, but he was more and more sure of the previous guess about the identity of song's father.

It seems that she may have really stepped on some bad luck and married a prominent family.

"Well, I think I may not know how to face my father for many days."

"What I want to know is you, and now it's you who are in trouble," Song Wenqing said with a helpless smile and shaking her head. "It seems that I have to weigh it over several times to talk with you in the future, so that I won't know when you are angry with me."

Hearing him joking, Yin Qiqi silently rubbed his fingers and pinched the tenderest side of his thigh mercilessly.

Then he quickly stepped back from his leg and made a face at him. When his eyes touched the man standing at the door, he almost didn't flash his tongue when he looked at her as if he were mentally retarded.

"You, you, how did you get up?"

"It's too noisy."

Koko, who lives in her home, takes the medicine she cooks, and has to take care of her husband. In the end, is she still rejected?

Thinking of the murderous look in his eyes when he glanced at him that day, his desire for provocation was instantly extinguished.

Well, that's what she does.