The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Old Mrs. Lan was frightened out of her wits. After all, this was her favorite son. Did he encounter difficulties? She should calm down and help him plan.

"That little bastard of Lan Wangshu still owns a tofu shop. If we seize the shop, we will get the recipe. This tofu recipe is unique."

The old lady's eyes were a little cloudy as she looked at her son quietly. She also knew Lan Qinghe well. He would definitely go find Lan Wangshu. She had to return the ten blows of the board, and that little bastard wouldn't have an easy life either.

"Mom, as they say, old ginger is still spicy. Just wait, your son will definitely let you live a good life in the future."

Lan Qinghe's face lit up with joy, and he found much of what Lan Xu said pleasing to his ears.

Lan Xu thought that he was truly repentant, and the depression in her heart dissipated. She nodded. The lying old man did not notice the look in Lan Qinghe's eyes at all. If it was two taels of silver, he would have refused without hesitation, but twenty taels in total, he could not refuse.

After going out, he went straight to Lan Wangshu's house. Look, he couldn't even get in the door. He was a little anxious. This girl was very troublesome now. She would move the county magistrate out at any time. He really couldn't bear to leave this house and the tofu house.

"Wangshu, we are family, so I have something to ask of you. You see, that tofu shop is yours, so why don't you let your second uncle work there? We can't even afford to eat at home."

Lan Wangshu rolled his eyes. Did he really think she was brainless? Would the family card work? Did he think she was a fool for cramming at the last minute?

"Uncle is wrong. The tofu shop is not mine. It was built by the He family."

She was afraid that this industry would be targeted by the Lan family, so she took precautions and put the tofu shop under the name of the He family, and used the recipe to participate in the dividends.

"Then Second Uncle won't go. Just give me the tofu recipe, okay? We are all family, and Second Uncle also wants to live a good life and find a job to make a living."

Lan Wangshu almost laughed out loud, but there was nothing he could do. What he said was so funny that it was totally unbelievable.

He is so shameless that he can say such hypocritical words without even blushing. How can he come to ask for the prescription so confidently?

"Uncle, let me remind you again that we have already separated. Your old lady wanted to sell me as a concubine yesterday. Did you forget?"

Lan Qinghe felt that Lan Wangshu was simply unyielding and immediately became furious. He looked around, found a slightly thicker wooden stick, and started to bang on the door.

Lan Wangshu was not afraid at all. The door was very thick. Just break it down. As long as Lan Qinghe didn't mind the fatigue, he could break it down as much as he wanted.

She looked up at the sky. It seemed reasonable to have afternoon tea at this time. This good second uncle had been banging on the door and it was very tiring. How could she not watch? It was so rude.

She clasped her hands together and thought, let's make some fried chicken. It would be interesting to listen to him going crazy in the yard. Maybe the fried chicken will become more delicious.

The most important thing is that the fried chicken smells delicious. It can always make him cry with envy through the door. He can smell it but can't eat it, and he has to knock on the door with great effort. Just thinking about it makes her feel better.

Lan Wangyan and Lan Wangyu were very quiet the whole time, sitting aside without saying a word.

"Xiaoyan, why are you so quiet today?"

"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm very strong now."

Lan Wangshu glanced at the hammer in his hand, feeling a little amused and helpless. Before she reached out and took the hammer, she took it.

My hand felt heavy. Wow, it was quite heavy.

"Don't worry, he can't get in. I've made special arrangements for this place. We're having fried chicken today. I heard it's so delicious that it can make the kids next door cry."

Lan Wangshu pinched the noses of the two children with one hand each, and the two instantly became very curious about the fried chicken.

She moved quickly, preparing the ingredients while waiting for the oil to melt. She ignored the intermittent banging outside the door and worked calmly and methodically.

The chicken leg with three pieces of clothing hanging on it was put into the pot. It made a sizzling sound and sounded crispy. A fragrance drifted out through the crack of the door. Lan Qinghe didn't know what she had cooked, but one thing was certain, it was meat with oil.

After a cup of tea, a plate of golden fried chicken was ready, and it was divided into several flavors. The siblings sat in the yard and ate the fried chicken.

Lan Wangshu took a bite of the crispy crust and had bad thoughts. He walked behind the door and ate the crispy skin in small bites.

Lan Qinghe had been busy for a long time and was exhausted. When he heard such a sound and smelled such a smell, he swallowed hard.

"Wangshu, look, why don't you give Second Uncle something to eat."

"Uncle, are you kidding me? Weren't you the one who just banged on our door? I was so scared that I didn't dare to open the door."

Lan Qinghe always felt that something was strange. It didn't look like the girl was really afraid of him.

Lan Wangshu walked back slowly, leaving behind words that were about to be blown away by the wind.

"It's so delicious."

Lan Qinghe was so furious that he hit the door even harder with the stick. He finally broke the wooden board, but found an iron plate inside. He was so angry that he stopped hitting the door and sat on a rock not far away.