Through the farm gate, the delicate husband turned black

Chapter 67 The Matchmaker

Seeing her son's attitude, Xie Yun felt annoyed in her heart, and thought of beating him just yesterday, where the mark on his face was still there, so she fell silent.

"Okay, go back and think of a way, how to get in touch with Ling Ge, don't let her know that you are my son." Xie Yun reminded.

Xie Qi nodded, looked ahead, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then went back.

"Ge'er, why are you frowning?" Ling's mother looked at Ling Ge who had returned, looking a little strange, and asked with concern.

"Mother, sit down and tell you something." Ling Ge motioned her to sit down, intending to tell Mother Ling about Patriarch Qin.

Mother Ling looked at Ling Ge who was so serious, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Ge'er, you can tell me anything, I can stand up." Mother Ling said nervously.

Ling Ge frowned, is she that scary?

"Mom, let's sit down and talk."

"Okay then." Mother Ling sat anxiously across from Ling Ge, feeling a little nervous, not knowing what she was going to say, she didn't want to gamble anymore.

"Patriarch Qin told me about cooperation today." Ling Ge told Mother Ling about this matter.

Although she can make her own decisions, Mother Ling is her mother, so it's better to listen to her opinion.

"Cooperation? Instant noodles?" Ling's mother frowned and looked at her daughter. She didn't expect to be missed so soon.

"Then what do you think?" Ling Ge asked again, she knew her daughter had her own opinion, so she wasn't too worried.

"Of course it's cooperation. By cooperating with the Qin family, we can make more money, and we can hug each other." Ling Ge said with a smile.

In fact, the seasoning of instant noodles is not so easy to imitate, so she is not worried at all. Following the Qin family can make her instant noodles go further, wouldn't it?

"You just have to be modest in your heart, mother will support you." Ling's mother had no objection.

After saying these words, Ling Ge started to pack his things and go home again.

"Brother Zhang, what happened to what I asked you to inquire about?" Mr. Song asked nervously to a man about his age.

Although the man was quite old, his complexion was thickly smeared, not inferior to those young men who love to dress up.

"Actually, I came here today to tell you about this." The matchmaker said seriously.

"You also know that my son was married before, and he ran back. The women in the neighborhood know his reputation, so they are not very willing to marry him." The matchmaker said with a sigh.

"Then what should I do?" Old Mrs. Song became anxious, he wouldn't eat and drink for nothing for so long, and if he couldn't get married, he would die.

The matchmaker looked at Song Fulang's reaction furtively. Seeing him like this, she was relieved, and the corner of her mouth withdrew a hint of calculation, and soon calmed down again.

"Actually, there is another hair, that is..." The matchmaker feigned embarrassment.

"Is there any way you can tell me, I'm really anxious." Song Fulang was anxious, and his face was not good.

"Brother Song, don't worry, don't worry, can you not sell your son with me here?" the matchmaker comforted with a playful smile.

"You can tell me what to do." Old Mrs. Song was a little annoyed and didn't want to play sloppy with the matchmaker.

"Sell it to Hualou." The matchmaker said gloomyly.

"What." Song Fulang was shocked, and afraid that Song Wu would hear, he hurriedly covered his mouth.

"That's the number they gave you." The matchmaker said with a smile while raising two fingers.

"Two taels?" Mrs. Song asked anxiously.

The matchmaker shook her head, "No, I will give you 20 taels."

(End of this chapter)