She didn't believe that Song Pengfei wouldn't follow her, but Zhou Xiaohui's plan failed at the first step.

After Zhou Xiaohui said he was leaving, Song Pengfei looked up at her and said, "Huh? You haven't left yet. I didn't hear your voice just now. I thought you had gone back. I'm sorry for ignoring you."

As he spoke, Song Pengfei touched his head in embarrassment. At this time, Song Pengfei kept looking at Zhou Xiaohui, thinking that she just said she was leaving, and thinking that as the master, he had to watch her leave.

When Zhou Xiaohui heard this, the smile on her face stopped. She felt that if she continued to stay, she would really go crazy. She didn't care about anything else, said nothing, turned around and left.

Shen Jiaojiao felt a little funny watching this scene, but looking at Song Pengfei's puzzled and confused look, she couldn't hold back her laughter.

Song Pengfei looked at Shen Jiaojiao and asked, "What are you laughing at? Did I get something on my face?"

When Song Pengfei saw Shen Jiaojiao staring at his face and smiling, he immediately thought that something was on his face. He raised his hand and touched his face, but found that there was nothing.

Shen Jiaojiao also said at this time: "It's nothing, I just think your serious look, husband, is cute and good-looking."

When Song Pengfei heard Shen Jiaojiao calling her husband again, his face turned red and he began to feel embarrassed, "You... just concentrate on eating. I have finished eating and have to go back to the factory."

With that, Song Pengfei finished the last bite in his hand, returned to the room, found the drawings he needed, and prepared to leave. However, before going out, Shen Jiaojiao stopped him, "Husband! Wait, what do you want to eat tonight?" , I’ll do it for you.”

Song Pengfei turned around and looked at Shen Jiaojiao's serious eyes. When he realized that Shen Jiaojiao was not joking with him and what she said was true, Song Pengfei hesitated for a moment and then said, "I want to eat pimple soup."

"Pimple soup?" Shen Jiaojiao looked at Song Pengfei with some doubts. She didn't understand why Song Pengfei wanted to eat this. This dish is not unavailable in modern times, but Shen Jiaojiao doesn't eat it often, but it's not a big problem. Since it is in In this era, I’ll ask Sister-in-law He about how to make it later and just follow along!

Seeing Shen Jiaojiao like this, Song Pengfei thought that Shen Jiaojiao didn't know how to do it. He sighed inwardly, thinking that he was not very smart before, and now that he had only recovered for a day, he only had so many demands. Even if Shen Jiaojiao didn't It makes sense that he would. "It's okay. If you don't know how, forget it. Wait for me to come back and cook for you in the evening."

When Shen Jiaojiao heard this, she knew that Song Pengfei had misunderstood her. She hurriedly explained, "No, I'm just curious why you want to eat this."

Song Pengfei was stunned when he heard this, pursed his lips, and then said: "When my mother was here, she would often cook it for me. Sometimes I would cook it myself, but I could never make it feel that way... "

Shen Jiaojiao looked at Song Pengfei recalling the past, and realized that Song Pengfei missed his mother.

"That's it... don't worry! I will definitely let you drink pimple soup tonight." Shen Jiaojiao gave Song Pengfei a big smile, patting her chest and promised Song Pengfei.

Song Pengfei smiled in response to Shen Jiaojiao, then looked at the time and said to Shen Jiaojiao, "I have to go back to the factory. You should pay attention to your own safety at home. Wait until I come back to talk about things you don't know how to do."

When Song Pengfei went out, he warned Shen Jiaojiao with some worry, like an old mother going out. After listening to his ramblings for a minute, Shen Jiaojiao began to push him out, "Don't worry, I'm not a little kid." The child is here, I know everything, so you can go with peace of mind!"

Song Pengfei was pushed to the factory by Shen Jiaojiao.

Shen Jiaojiao saw that there were one or two wild vegetable cakes left, wrapped them in cloth, and then went to Sister-in-law He's house next door. Shen Jiaojiao stood at the door and knocked on the door obediently, waiting for Sister-in-law He to open the door for her.

"Here he is! Who is he?" Sister-in-law He came out of the house and asked Shen Jiaojiao to open the door. Seeing Shen Jiaojiao standing at the door, she glanced back and found that Shen Jiaojiao was the only one, and Song Pengfei did not follow. She asked doubtfully: "Where is Camp Commander Song?"

Shen Jiaojiao replied obediently: "He just came back to pick up something, and now he has returned to the factory."

"Now, give it to your sister-in-law." Shen Jiaojiao said as she pushed the wild vegetable cake forward in her hand.

Sister-in-law He knew what it was when she smelled it through the cloth. She refused and said, "No, no, I just ate one. You can take this back and eat it yourself."

"Oh, sister-in-law, just take it with peace of mind, I didn't let you get it for nothing!" Shen Jiaojiao said with a playful look on her face and stuffed the thing into Sister-in-law He's hand.

When Sister-in-law He heard that she was not allowed to take it for free, she looked at Shen Jiaojiao with puzzled eyes and said, "What's wrong? What do you want me to do for you?"

"Can I learn how to make pimple soup from you?" Shen Jiaojiao said her thoughts directly without mincing words.

When Sister-in-law He heard this, she showed a relaxed expression on her face, "That's it. Come on, come in and I'll teach you."

Saying that, Sister-in-law He invited Shen Jiaojiao into the house.

Shen Jiaojiao knew how to cook delicious food, and she learned it easily. After Shen Jiaojiao learned it, she returned to her home.

The afternoon started to get a little boring. I had finished my work in the morning and learned how to make pimple soup.

As Shen Jiaojiao thought about it, she started thinking about the pimple soup and thought about leaving this place.

But with the way she is now, it is simply impossible. She has no power, no rights, and no money. She is simply a product without three things. There is no talk of leaving.

Shen Jiaojiao thought, among these three, the best thing to get is money.

If you want to get rich, you must have a career and a job. Whether you work for others or go into business yourself, in short, you must have something to do.

Shen Jiaojiao felt that her current thinking was a little too divergent. If she continued to think like this, she would become sad later, and she would be sad about why she still has no money.

Shen Jiaojiao, who was originally planning to go up the mountain to pick vegetables, changed her mind. She took out the basket from the house and went out to pick vegetables.

She was going to make pimple soup for Song Pengfei in the evening, and the pimple soup needed to contain pimple vegetables. Sister-in-law He asked her where to pick it, and Shen Jiaojiao wrote down the address.

Shen Jiaojiao walked in the direction that Sister-in-law He told her, but not long after she left the house, she always felt that someone was following her. Shen Jiaojiao felt doubtful, and turned around but saw nothing, " Am I being paranoid?"


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