Ugly girl only wants to farm

Xiaochun looked at her mistress standing to the side, looking uneasy. She knew Qin Zhenzhen's temperament. Seeing her angry expression, Xiaochun tightened her grip on the food box and her body trembled slightly.

When Qin Zhenzhen was unhappy, she would vent her anger on her. She was the maid who had served her the longest. Because she had served her since she was a child, she was better off than the other maids. Once, a little maid accidentally tore her favorite clothes while washing them. The young lady had her punished with a beating, but that wasn't enough to vent her anger. She directly sold the maid to a low-class brothel.

She was always very careful when serving her mistress, and she tried her best to endure it. After all, her indenture was still in the mistress's hands. She hoped that when she reached a certain age, her mistress would let her leave the mansion to find a good husband, instead of letting her mistress get angry and sell her off to some place. She still had her parents, brothers and sisters to support.

When Xu Chaoyan saw someone approaching, her face flushed red. She glared at him and said, "This is in broad daylight, aren't you ashamed?"

After saying that, he got up to greet Qin Zhenzhen and the others. He didn't care who they were; all guests were welcome as long as they paid him money.

After she got up, Meng Jiuhe pressed her back down onto the stool and shoved a hot water bottle into her hand, his voice still gentle and warm: "My lady, it's freezing cold, don't overwork yourself, take a rest first."

Xu Chaoyan couldn't help but glare at him several times. The money she had just received was about to fly away. That girl was obviously after Meng Jiuhe. Her own husband was handsome, that much was certain. It wouldn't be bad to make a fortune by taking advantage of his good looks.

A cunning glint suddenly flashed in her eyes, then her voice softened: "Husband, I'm not cold. I'll lend a hand to my sister, though she's not very familiar with the area. Why don't you come with me?"

Standing to the side, Qin Zhenzhen saw the two of them looking so affectionate and heard Meng Jiuhe's gentle and refined voice. She was so jealous of Xu Chaoyan that she almost crumpled the handkerchief in her hand.

She pointed at Xu Chaoyan and deliberately said, "Come here and pick one for me, tell me which one is delicious?"

Although she said that Xu Chaoyan should choose, she couldn't hide the disdain in her eyes, and she even looked at Meng Jiuhe without restraint.

Xu Chaoyan stood up with a smile: "Young lady, these ingredients are guaranteed to be fresh. This soup is made with fresh pork bones and chicken carcasses, simmered for a full four hours. Can you smell how fragrant and rich this soup is? On a cold winter day, a bowl of this soup will warm your whole stomach. This soup also has beauty and skin-nourishing effects. I added goji berries, red dates, and longan, which are perfect for us women."

Zhang Yueniang was so shocked that her mouth could fit an egg. She clearly saw Xu Chaoyan casually throw in two dates that morning, and the soup had only been boiled once, and it had been four hours. Sure enough, Xu Chaoyan knew how to do business. She definitely didn't have that kind of eloquence.

She gave Xu Chaoyan an approving smile.

Qin Zhenzhen, who had initially looked disgusted, relaxed her hand that was covering her nose when she heard that it had beauty and skin-nourishing effects, and with the rich fragrance wafting over.

Although her face still showed some disdain, her tone had softened considerably: "Are you telling the truth? Don't try to fool me."

Xu Chaoyan personally ladled a bowl of soup, sprinkled some chopped green onions on it, and handed it to him: "Miss, if you don't believe me, why don't you try it yourself? My husband and sister have both drunk this soup. Husband, don't you think so? Isn't this soup fragrant and delicious? With a lingering aftertaste."

After saying that, she winked at Meng Jiu, hoping he would cooperate.

Meng Jiuhe had a sullen face at the moment. He didn't want to pay any attention to Qin Zhenzhen in the first place. This person didn't look like a good person at all. Her gaze was not subtle at all, and her purpose in his eyes was clear. He was disgusted by her.

His wife didn't know what was going on. Her husband was being coveted by others, yet she was still smiling and talking to them.

Meng Jiuhe became even more displeased at this moment, his face indifferent. Since his mistress had asked him a question, he couldn't very well not answer. Although he was holding back his anger, he still managed to reply.

"The soup my wife makes is indeed very fragrant."

Xu Chao originally thought he wouldn't cooperate, but when he heard him say that, he couldn't help but smile and gently pinch his waist.

Meng Jiuhe shrank back slightly, but the upturn of his lips clearly showed that he was much happier.

Qin Zhenzhen stared at the interaction between the two, her eyes burning with anger that was about to erupt. Xiao Chun quickly stepped forward and reminded her, "Miss, the snacks are getting cold."

She quickly took the soup bowl and respectfully handed it to her, saying, "Miss, have some soup to warm yourself up. It smells delicious."

She was terrified that her young mistress might storm off at the slightest provocation and order her men to smash up the place—something her mistress always did. Last time, she had just been confined to her quarters for ten days; she couldn't afford to cause any more trouble this time. Before she left, the madam had given her countless warnings, telling her to watch her skin.

Xiaochun was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe, and just kept trying to persuade him.

Qin Zhenzhen squinted at the ugly woman in front of her, and suddenly a mocking smile appeared on her lips. How could this ugly woman compare to her? She had nothing.

She caught a glimpse of a book on the stool out of the corner of her eye. This person was at the entrance of the county school, so she guessed he wanted to get inside. She relaxed and pointed to the crispy pork in the pot, asking, "What is this? I've never seen it before."

With a blank expression, Meng Jiu handed her a bowl: "You can choose whatever you like. Just pick whichever one you like. My wife's cooking is very good."

Xu Chaoyan gave Meng Jiuhe an approving look. This man was really sensible. She had thought he wouldn't cooperate with her, but now she quickly put on a smile and said, "Miss, what would you like to eat? I'll get it for you right away. Do you have any dietary restrictions? Would you like some scallions, coriander, or even dogwood?"

She couldn't bear to give her own chili oil to this woman. The woman looked at Meng Jiu with such greedy eyes, like a hunter eyeing its prey. It was such a waste of her ingredients.

Qin Zhenzhen was initially in a very depressed mood, but after she figured things out, she put on a smile.

Xiaochun quickly placed a cloth on the small stool, wiped the table several times, and picked out a few snacks from the food box and placed them on the table.

Qin Zhenzhen still looked disgusted. Meng Jiuhe, with a sullen face, brought the dishes she had chosen to the table.

He had just been kicked by his wife, who then ordered him to deliver these foods and hot soup. He was unwilling but had no choice but to comply.

Just as Meng Jiu was about to leave, Qin Zhenzhen suddenly called out to him: "Young master, are you a student at this county school? My second brother is also there. Do you know him?"

Before Qin Zhenzhen could finish speaking, Meng Jiuhe coldly replied, "I don't know you and I don't want to know you."

Then he turned to Xu Chaoyan and asked, "Wife, can we pack up now? I'm tired."