Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 380 Chapter 370 Nine: Radish
"Thick king?"

Song Qiu heard that this person sounded familiar, but after thinking about it for a while, didn't Li Yang tell her that this thick king is some kind of uncle of Chang Shan Wang Shizi, and he didn't deal with Chang Shan Wang Shizi. This assassination has something to do with Hou Wang.

Based on Li Yang's relationship here, the thick king is also considered to be on the enemy's side.

The death of Ah Ling's master was also related to the thick king, so this thick king is definitely not a good thing, he is a bad person.

Well, then none of the people he sent out today were killed, and they deserved it.

She patted Ah Ling's hand lightly, "It sounds like that Hou Wang is also a ruthless master, not easy to mess with, your master... If you want to take revenge, you probably can't deal with it alone, right?"

After all these days, she has long regarded Ah Ling as her own sister. If Ah Ling is out for revenge, what happens is not what she wants to see.

Her grandma has been whispering to her these days that Ah Ling is also fourteen, so I don't know what to say to her.

Ah Ling heard this, but waved his hand, "Hey, sister Aqiu, don't worry about my impulsiveness. Before my master died, he told me not to take revenge, but to find a safe place to live in peace. In those days, don’t get involved in the people and things of the past again, I’m listening!”

Master's death was too complicated, she didn't know much about it, but she also understood that it was too late for King Zang Hou, so how could he take the initiative to send it to his door?

She was also thankful that she didn't act impulsively tonight, and none of those men in black were left alive. If her martial arts background was discovered, it would be very bad.

Song Qiu felt relieved when she heard that she would not seek revenge.

Thick and majestic princes, powerful and powerful, are not something a little girl can get close to and assassinate.

After going back to the house and going to sleep, he stayed on the bed for the first time, and only woke up after sleeping until it was almost late.

Old Yuan, who was pulling radishes in the vegetable garden, was very surprised to see her getting up so late today.

Seeing that the person got up and looked fine, she felt relieved. If she hadn't gotten up early to touch the person's forehead and knew that the person was not sick, she would not have been relieved.

"Breakfast is in the simmering pot for you, and there is plenty of hot water."

Song Qiu touched his face, feeling a little embarrassed to wake up at such a late hour, "When did Ah Ling wake up?"

"She got up when I finished breakfast, and went to the inn with Lihua after eating, and told me not to call you, saying that you slept late last night." Old Yuan embraced the pulled out carrot and went out. After leaving the vegetable garden, go up to the eaves.

"Why do you sleep so late? You child, you have too many things to worry about in a day. I thought that you should not go to the inn for the next two days, and just stay at home to warm up and rest. Grandma will go to the inn to watch go."

Naturally, it is not easy to tell old Yuan Shi much about what happened at the inn last night, it is unnecessary and it makes people worry.

Song Qiu smiled embarrassingly, and went in to scoop up water to wash, "Why? I just rarely fell asleep last night. I went to bed late today, and I've recovered. I'm in good spirits now! Don't you Don't worry about me, I'm fine!"

Old Yuan Shi listened and saw that her granddaughter's face was not bad, so she felt relieved, pulled out the mud and cut off the radish tassels with a knife, piled them aside to feed the pigs, and threw the remaining radishes into the basin. Wash it with water later, so that it can be thrown into the kimchi jar.

Not to mention, the pickle jar that my granddaughter picked up is really a good thing. The radish soaked in it is hot and sour, and it's a good appetizer.

The inn uses a lot every day, and I can’t finish the sour radish. The old sister also loves this taste. I asked her to get some salt water and get a kimchi jar. She asked her granddaughter, and she knew it was okay, so she helped pour it out. I bought some salt water and asked the old sister to make a kimchi jar too.

This sour radish can hardly be eaten every day.

Old Yuan was handling the radishes, and then looked at the radishes that were growing very well in the vegetable garden this year, and couldn't help but said: "This year the radishes have grown much better, and they have been pulled out at both ends in the past three days. It seems endless, your grandma Deng always asks me to go to her vegetable garden to eat it, how can I eat it? Not to mention our two families, this year, every family in the village can’t finish eating the radishes, eat it all at once I can't even eat it!"

"Your cauliflower grandma planted the radishes early this year, and the ones that can't be eaten are starting to be hollow! Hollow radishes are not tasty, so I can only chop them up and feed them to pigs and chickens."

Too many radishes to eat?

While picking up the porridge, Song Qiu looked at the radishes, which were about the size of a baby's head. They were juicy, and something came to his mind.

After grilling the meat porridge and filling his stomach, Song Qiu said a word and went to the inn first.

Such a thing happened in the middle of the night last night, and after cleaning up around, nothing could be seen. Tao Zheng and the others were busy with the matter at hand, and calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Song Qiu looked around and felt relieved, the people in her inn were all responsible, and no one was scared by that battle, which was pretty good.

The tea shed had already started to serve customers, and it was full at the moment. Song Qiu went over and saw that Mrs. Chen was busy cooking several bowls of hot and sour noodles. Someone wanted to pack some steamed buns to take away after eating. Yuan Hua was pouring tea again. So he went in to help get the steamed buns.

The stove is sitting on a steamer, and when the drawer is opened, there is steaming steam, which is very warm, "Uncle, how many steamed buns?"

The man said: "The steamed buns in your family are very strong. I will buy them every time I pass by, and I will deliver them in a short-circuit. It doesn't cost much at a time. It's the same as before. Come here for twenty!"

Song Qiu responded, and quickly picked up twenty steamed buns from oiled paper bags, packed them and handed them over.

The man took it, paid the copper coin, and couldn't help muttering, "This steamed bun is delicious, and it would be even more delicious if there is some side dish to eat, but there is no way to hurry, and it will fail."

Song Qiu listened, thinking about radish, his eyes couldn't help rolling.

After staying in the tea shed for a while, many passers-by would more or less pack some steamed buns as dry food on the road before resting their feet.

Hot and sour noodles are good, but you need to bring them with a pot, and they are also expensive. People who are on the road or short-distance deliveries like this are reluctant to buy them. It is cheaper to use steamed buns as dry food.

Song Qiu thought about it. When he entered the inn, he saw that there was a table selling hot and sour noodles on the right side of the door, and it looked a bit out of place. After thinking about it, he simply went back to the village and went to Liu Caigui's house.

The broken bench last night had to be replaced. In addition, Song Qiu also planned to build another thatched shed at the top of the tea shed.

There aren't many places, so it's just right to set up one, put the hot and sour powder set for sale, and put in some other ones, it will become a small food shop, which is not bad.

Liu Caigui happened to finish his family's order in the past two days and was free to rest. Hearing Song Qiu's words, he immediately said that he would take his son to work in the afternoon and take care of building it for her tomorrow morning.

Song Qiu nodded, left Liu's house, and was about to go home, when he heard a commotion at the end, as if something happened, he couldn't help but stop.

(End of this chapter)