This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Ye Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at the person beside her, recalling his domineering words just now. A sly glint flashed in her eyes, and a captivating smile spread across her face, teasing in its tone. She called out softly, "Husband!"

He Jing suddenly stopped, his expression freezing for a fleeting moment, so fast it was almost impossible to catch.

He freed his arm, pulled a string of copper coins from his pocket, gave them to Ye Xiaoxiao, and said, "We'll buy things faster if we split up!"

Then, without looking back, he kept walking forward.

Ye Xiaoxiao narrowed her fox-like eyes slightly. No matter how you looked at it, that figure seemed to be fleeing in panic.

She unconsciously weighed the money bag in her hand.

Ok?

This wasn't obtained from selling the he shou wu just now, was it?

So, He Jing gave me his own private savings?

She went around an alley and onto the street behind it.

The town was bustling with activity at the moment, with people coming and going in a lively atmosphere.

When she arrived at the rice shop, she bought ten catties of fine rice, two catties of brown rice, and ten catties of flour from the shopkeeper in one go.

Thinking of Aunt Wang's family, who had always taken good care of them, they bought an extra five catties of fine rice.

Seeing that she was a young woman buying so much grain, the shopkeeper asked, "Miss, where do you live? I'll have one of the shop assistants deliver it to you."

Ye Xiaoxiao waved her hand: "Thank you, shopkeeper, but no need to trouble yourself. My husband is already here."

He Jing's tall figure stood out in the crowd, and Ye Xiaoxiao spotted him at a glance.

"Husband! Over here!"

He Jing's brow twitched, clearly dissatisfied with the form of address.

The various tragic events of his past life resurfaced before his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the person standing not far away.

But her current personality is completely different from before...

All of this seems to be a tangled mess that can't be untangled.

In this life, all he wants is for his family to live well.

While he was pondering, he had already calmly walked to the entrance of the rice shop.

The woman standing under the eaves stared at the pork he was carrying and asked loudly, "

"He Jing, where did you buy this pork?"

Ye Xiaoxiao dared not shout nonsense anymore, because just now:

[Host! The villain's corruption level is fluctuating significantly.]

Ye Xiaoxiao: Overall, is it going up or down?

[Up]

Ye Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, "What did I just do?"

Should we call him "husband"?

It seems he doesn't like this title.

Following He Jing's directions, she arrived at the area selling fresh meat. Several butchers were calling out their wares. She chose a stall that looked neat and orderly. The pork seller was a woman, who seemed somewhat out of place among the portly butchers. Even in coarse cloth clothes, her beautiful appearance was undeniable.

"Any pig offal?"

The other party was clearly surprised that Ye Xiaoxiao was there to buy this, and paused for a moment before nodding.

Pig offal is mostly consumed by butchers themselves; very few ordinary people buy it.

Firstly, ordinary people don't usually buy meat on ordinary days, so they only get to eat some meat during holidays and festivals, and they specifically choose fatty pork to satisfy their cravings.

Secondly, wealthy families look down on pig offal, which seems filthy. Not only does it smell bad, but just thinking about it makes them unable to bring themselves to eat it.

Ye Xiaoxiao had originally picked out a pig's stomach and pig intestines. But the seller only charged her five cents, which made her feel a little bad, so she bought three more pounds of fatty pork to give to Aunt Wang and her husband.

She then took a detour to buy some braised ingredients, and also bought two skewers of candied hawthorn for He Wuyou and his sister, along with a few packets of dried fruit.

When she arrived at the agreed location, He Jing was already waiting by Grandpa Wang's oxcart. She quickened her pace and walked over.

It was almost noon, and her stomach was growling with hunger. When she walked up to the oxcart, He Jing casually handed her a flatbread.

The pancake was wrapped in oil paper, and it was warm to the touch, with a rich aroma wafting out.

Fried to a golden brown, each bite is bursting with flavor, and inside is plenty of shredded radish. The crisp, refreshing sweetness perfectly balances the greasiness of the outer layer, making it surprisingly delicious.

As she ate her radish pancakes, she tried to figure out what He Jing was thinking.

But there was nothing.

Only Grandpa Wang's inner thoughts: This He family's daughter-in-law seems to have changed quite a bit, just as the old woman said.