The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

After hearing what Song Yunran said, Du Run remembered that he seemed not to have told her about this at the beginning.

He smiled at Song Yunran with a guilty look on his face, then pushed him to the chopping board.

"Oh! This is a long story. I'll tell you slowly some other day when I have time. The most important thing now is to prepare the food for tonight."

Song Yunran directly picked up the knife and pointed it at her, threatening: "Hurry up and tell me! Don't try to get away with it."

"Tonight! I'll come to your room tonight and we'll talk slowly. Now hurry up and cook for my savior."

Du Run winked at her with a playful smile, and his ambiguous expression stunned Uncle Fa and Uncle Cai who were standing beside him.

"Ahem... Don't believe her. She's like this. She's always acting inappropriately."

After Song Yunran glared at Du Run, she explained to the two of them, fearing that they would misunderstand that she was gay.

Although he said he disliked her, he still cooked six dishes and a soup for her in the end.

Then she asked her to go out and wait for her savior, because she was going to start making spicy noodles, and she didn't want this guy to nag and disturb her again.

"Nanxing, take out the tofu skin you made yesterday and soak it in cold water for a while."

"Ok!"

Hearing Nanxing's cheerful voice, Song Yunran couldn't help but smile.

Ever since Nanxing knew that she was going to make spicy noodles, she has been acting extremely happy.

He started offering to help in the morning and followed her all the time, fearing that she would do it secretly without her.

"You can fish it out, drain the water, and set it aside for later use."

Nanxing nodded, looking serious, and scooped up the bean curd in the basin: "Girl, is this okay?"

The bean curd in her hand was no longer dripping water; she had squeezed all the water out.

After Song Yunran said yes, Nanxing started to speed up and soon prepared a large bowl of spicy strips.

Song Yunran put a secret mixture of chili powder into a large bowl, and then added appropriate amounts of salt, sugar and sesame seeds.

Then I fried some sesame oil with the marinade bag and chives and coriander.

"Girl, is there anything else you want me to do?"

Nanxing became a little excited when she smelled the fragrance, and kept circling around Song Yunran like a happy little bird.

"Then pour the oil into the bowl of secret seasoning powder and mix it thoroughly."

Seeing how hardworking she was, Song Yunran simply let her do all the work.

"Okay, girl." Nanxing held the big basin and handed it to her for her to see.

Pick up the chopsticks and stir it. Once you are sure it is ok, pour the soaked tofu skin into a large bowl.

"You can eat it in a little while. Let her marinate it for a while so that it will be more flavorful."

Nanxing stood aside, nodding her head continuously. She didn't dare to speak because she felt that her saliva would fall into her mouth as soon as she opened it.

Song Yunran held back her laughter and ignored her, walking straight out of the hall, planning to go see Du Run's savior.

"Second sister, where is Du Run?"

Song Yunran, who didn't see Du Run, grabbed Song Yunxi who was about to pass by.

The sour shop is now open half a day in the morning and half a day in the afternoon, selling six cans a day while stocks last.

Song Yunxi had already accepted this shop, so she took Xiyue and the other girl to work in the sour shop.

After closing the shop at night, the two of them went back to Yunshanju to help.

As soon as he came back, he was caught by Song Yunran.

"Little sister! I, your second sister, just came back. Do you think I would know?"

Song Yunxi spread his hands and looked at her helplessly.

Now Song Yunxi seems to have come out of it and no longer looks troubled.

He was also very hardworking. He worked during the day and studied arithmetic with Liu Ziwen and his sister at night.

Song Yunran felt very relieved. After all, this was a good thing. It was the way women should be.

It's good to have someone you love, but if you don't have someone you love, you can't make your life miserable because of him.

Erzhu walked over and pointed to the upper room: "She brought a guest upstairs. It seems to be her friend."

Du Run in the side room was toasting the two of them: "This is a toast to Master Jiu. Thank you so much for saving my life!"

"Miss Du, you don't have to be polite. It's just a small favor."

Ling Jiu couldn't help but laugh when he saw the adorable Du Run holding the wine glass.

Yiming, who was sitting next to them, thought his eyes were blurry. He rubbed his eyes hard and continued to look at the two of them.

After hearing this, Du Run slapped the table and stood up immediately, which frightened the two people opposite him.

"What do you mean by a simple favor? You saved my life! If it weren't for you, I might have died. Even if I hadn't died, I might have been captured by the bad guys."

Then he poured another glass of wine and said, "No! One glass is too little. I want to toast you with three glasses! Come! Drink..."

Seeing how excited she was, Ling Jiu nodded in agreement: "Okay! Miss Du, please!"

The two drank three cups in a row, but Ling Jiu didn't change much.

But Du Run had already started to blush, and after a while, he stared at Ling Jiu opposite him with blurry eyes.

Du Run suddenly stood up and sat on the stool next to Ling Jiu. He leaned closer and stared at him seriously for a long time.

"You look so young and handsome, why do you call me Jiu Ye? When I heard you just now, I thought you were an old man! I didn't expect you to be so handsome."

"Does it look good?"

Ling Jiu was not angry at all, instead he thought she was cute.

"Burp...!" Du Run burped before he could answer.

"Of course it's beautiful! I tell you, your face is tailor-made for me."

As he said this, he reached out his hand to touch Ling Jiu's face, but after touching it once, he felt it was not satisfying enough, so he reached out another hand.

Yiming thought Du Run was flirting with his master because of his drunkenness, so he stood up with a frown, pointed at Du Run and said rudely: "Miss Du, please take your hand away!"

Ling Jiu waved his hand somewhat unhappily and asked him to go aside.

Then he turned to look at Du Run who was grinning all the time, and asked softly, "How can I tailor it for you? Tell me."

"How come your skin is so good! Better than mine. What kind of facial masks and cleansers do you usually use?"

Du Run kept nagging while holding Ling Jiu's face with his hands and stroking it back and forth.

Yiming, who was standing aside, was stunned by the two of them. This Miss Du was drunk. Could it be that his master was also drunk?

Should I go to a clinic and buy some sobering medicine? Otherwise, if this continues, my master might lose his reputation in his later years.

Du Run slid down from the other person's face, and rubbed Ling Jiu's chest fiercely with his white and slender fingers.

"Oh my god! Those chest muscles are so impressive! Such big abdominal muscles, you must have trained your chest a lot!"

Du Run was so drunk that he could no longer tell east from west and north from south, and even forgot where he was.

But Ling Jiu didn't let her act like that anymore, and held the two naughty hands tightly with his big hands.

"If you continue like this, you will be responsible for me!"