Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Jiang Mingde and Huang Guibing returned angrily. They walked on the stone-paved street, with a few leisurely chickens pecking in the distance, and their harsh complaints echoed in the alley.

"Then Shen Qingyue is really too much, and he doesn't even know how to appreciate it!"

Huang Guibing said angrily, his voice full of dissatisfaction and sourness towards Shen Qingyue.

Jiang Mingde frowned and planned in a low voice as he walked: "Gui Bing, you have to calm down. This matter cannot be let go just yet. We have to find a way."

Their steps had a dark rhythm, as heavy as their thoughts.

From time to time, neighbors poked their heads out of the windows and cast curious glances at the restless couple.

Huang Guibing said angrily: "Shen Qingyue is so arrogant, one day she will know how powerful we are. I don't believe how much trouble she can really make with her poor skills."

Back home, the messy scene in this simple but life-filled little yard is even more dazzling.

Those unformed cakes, like a symbol of Huang Guibing's unwillingness, were scattered on the ground, desolate and abandoned.

Under the dim light, the long shadows of the two people were cast, intertwined, just like their twisted moods at the moment.

Jiang Mingde lit an oil lamp with his finger, and the dim light flickered. He kicked the fragments impatiently, with unconcealable disdain in his voice.

"Things like yours make people irritated just by looking at them. You're just mindless. Even your craftsmanship is half-baked."

Huang Guibing's face turned red, she held the broken cake tightly in her hand, and a sharp voice sounded.

"Stop talking! Failure is the mother of success. I don't believe I can't make something good."

"The mother of failure?" Jiang Mingde sneered, his tone full of sarcasm and disdain, "It seems that you have a close relationship with failure. Fell them, don't be embarrassed here."

Huang Guibing's hands couldn't stop trembling slightly. The failed work seemed to still have a trace of warmth in her hands, and an unhappy look appeared on her face.

"These cakes, when I look at them, are no different from the ones made by my sister-in-law," Huang Guibing said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "How about we go to the market tomorrow to see if we can sell them at a good price."

Jiang Mingde glanced sideways at the cakes of different shapes and laughed sarcastically.

"This thing doesn't look like the one made by my sister-in-law. It's completely different..."

He paused for a moment, pursed his lips, and revealed the strategic pride in his brows, "But the cost is here, maybe we can really see some tricks through this."

As the night grew darker, the light cast by the swinging oil lamp in their home reflected a pair of strange figures.

In the yard, a cool breeze blew, and the old locust trees nearby made a rustling sound, seeming to be whispering and commenting on all these absurd scenes.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Huang Guibing's heart, and she suddenly felt that this failed cake was no longer so hateful.

The corners of her mouth curved with determination.

"Okay, let's go tomorrow and let everyone see that my sister-in-law is not the only one who can make this Snow Mei Niang."

The next day, before the morning sun had fully cast its golden brilliance, Jiang Mingde and Huang Guibing, with a sense of restlessness and hidden hope, drove a simple wooden cart to the city.

The market was bustling with people, the vendors were shouting, and there were wet marks from the waterwheels on the stone pavements on both sides of the street.

"Xue Mei Niang, delicious Xue Mei Niang, sold cheaply!"

Huang Guibing shouted at the top of her lungs. Her voice was like a harsh sound in the market, attracting the attention of passers-by.

A passerby was attracted by the low price and spent money to buy a few to try.

Jiang Mingde grinned and reached out to take the copper plate while looking at the customer's expression, trying to see some satisfaction or approval.The buyer picked up Xue Mei Niang and took a bite.The change of face is like the rapid change of face in a play. First it is curiosity, then confusion, and finally it turns into unconcealable disgust.

"Oh, what does this smell like?"

The buyer couldn't help spitting the residue in his mouth on the ground and stared at Huang Guibing fiercely.

"This is too delicious. What kind of crap are you selling? Pay me back!"

Huang Guibing's expression changed, and a trace of panic flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by the arrogance of a shrew.

"You eat other people's food without paying. When did this world become like this?!"

Seeing that the matter might get serious, Jiang Mingde hurriedly acted like a peacemaker and quietly stuffed a few coins into the buyer's hands, trying to suppress the turmoil.

"Brother, it may be our negligence. You can treat these few copper coins as our apology to you."

The buyer held the money in one hand and pointed to the stall with the other.

"I won't leave your stall today. I have to ask the neighbors to come and comment on how you are doing business."

Neighbors gathered around to watch after hearing this. Huang Guibing's face became more and more livid, and Jiang Mingde's heart became anxious.

Seeing that a small circle of people had gathered around the stall, they were talking one after another, and every word was like a needle pricking their hearts.

And at this time, not far away.

Shen Qingyue Shen Qingyue stood in a quiet corner. Her eyes fell on Huang Guibing and witnessed the ups and downs of the whole thing.

In that noisy market, Shen Qingyue's quietness stood out.

Amid the buyers' scoldings and complaints, Shen Qingyue couldn't help but laugh a few times. The smile contained a bit of sarcasm and a bit of coldness.

Jiang Mingde's cunning and Huang Guibing's fierceness suffered a direct setback on the first day.

Huang Guibing turned around and saw Shen Qingyue's smile. She felt angry. Seeing that her stall had become a laughing stock, all her invisible anger and jealousy turned towards Shen Qingyue.

But she knew there was nothing she could do. Faced with the criticism from people around her, she could only bite the bullet, pull up the simple cart, and go home in embarrassment and anger.

Jiang Mingde looked around with calculating eyes, and after confirming that there was no bigger trouble, he quickly followed Huang Guibing.

People in the market gradually dispersed, and the chatter also became quieter.

But Shen Qingyue still stood there, until Jiang Mingde and his wife completely disappeared in the crowd, she turned around, shook her head slightly, and sighed softly, knowing that Jiang Mingde and his wife would come again, and today's scene was just the beginning. .

The night is getting darker, and only a few lights on the quiet streets barely break into the darkness.

Shen Qingyue stood in front of the wooden door, the lantern in his hand swaying in the night wind, casting a trembling light and shadow.

Her brows furrowed slightly. It was late at night and Jiang Mingyuan had not returned yet. This was extremely rare in the past.

Dongdong pulled Shen Qingyue's clothes, with a child's unique uneasiness and worry on his face.

"Why hasn't Dad come back yet?"

(End of this chapter)