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

On the other side, Lin Xiucai, who had been beaten, was not in a hurry to go home. Instead, he went to a secluded house in town.

The front door was tightly shut, indicating that the owner was not home; he was sitting on the steps by the door waiting.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, he looked up in surprise: "Yun'er, you're back! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

If Ye Xiaoxiao were here, she would definitely recognize that the girl in front of her was the one she bought pork offal from this morning.

Zhao Yun'er, carrying a butcher's knife, saw the man sitting at her doorstep and asked coldly, "Lin Mo, what are you doing here?"

Lin Mo lowered his eyes, seemingly unable to look directly at the person in front of him: "Yun'er, I just came to see you."

Seeing his expression, Zhao Yun'er, who had grown up with him since childhood, knew what he was up to and said sarcastically, "Looking at me? Don't you want me to see how miserable you are so I can pity you?"

"Yun'er, how could you look at me like that? How did you become like this? Didn't you used to care about me a lot?"

With an unchanged expression, Zhao Yun'er looked at him without a trace of emotion: "Young Master Lin, our friendship ended the day you passed the imperial examination!"

"Yun'er, I don't understand."

Seeing that he still looked innocent, Zhao Yun'er felt a surge of anger and raised her voice:

"Then I'll explain it clearly once and for all!"

“We were betrothed when we were little. My father saw that you were working hard to save money to support your blind mother while studying, so he sponsored you to take the imperial examinations so that you would have no worries.”

"Who would have thought that after you passed the imperial examination and became a scholar, instead of being grateful, you actually came to my house and knelt down to beg my father to cancel the marriage, because you were afraid that people would say that you would have a butcher's wife in the future, which would make you lose face."

“My father rushed to your house in the rain overnight, wanting an explanation, but he wouldn’t even let him in. Your mother said through the door that it was just a joke from years ago and doesn’t count.”

"My father was so angry that he caught a cold that night and passed away a few days later."

"Dare you say that when my father passed away, you didn't feel a single moment of relief? Relief that you were finally rid of that lowly butcher family!"

"Dare you say you're not afraid that I, a pig-slaughtering woman, will hinder your good marriage? You dream of marrying a girl from a high-class family so that your path will be smoother and more stable, don't you?"

Zhao Yun'er hysterically vented her anger, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

A sense of guilt flashed through Lin Mo's mind. Even though he was usually very eloquent, he couldn't find a single word to refute him at this moment.

He hadn't expected Zhao Yun'er to know his plans so well, which made him feel somewhat frightened.

"Yun'er, I'm sorry for what happened before. Don't worry, for the sake of our childhood friendship, I will definitely take care of you from now on..."

"Pah! Stop with your hypocritical act! Don't ever show your face here again, or don't blame my knife for being merciless!"

As soon as Zhao Yun'er finished speaking, she pulled out the pig-slaughtering knife with her backhand, swung it forward, and it landed steadily on the door frame, making a "buzzing" sound.

Lin Mo's legs went weak, and he was so frightened that he quickly took a few steps back.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Zhao Yun'er's face, and she slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

A sinister glint flashed in Lin Mo's eyes as he stood outside. After a long while, he left reluctantly.

I came here but didn't get any money. How am I going to survive?

......

Lin Xiaoxiao spent the whole afternoon processing the pig intestines she bought. It was a delicious food, but the initial work was quite troublesome.

It was getting dark, time to prepare dinner.

She had already decided what to eat for dinner: braised pork, stir-fried cabbage, water celery, and an egg drop soup.

While washing the vegetables, she suddenly thought of a question: why had she never seen He Jing and his family grow vegetables?

The cabbage was delivered by Aunt Wang this afternoon.

She picked the water celery from the riverbank that afternoon while washing pig intestines.

It's a bit illogical that He Jing's family has such a large yard but doesn't grow any vegetables.

She asked the person washing pots by the stove, "He Jing, why don't I see that we grow our own vegetables?"

He Jing paused, unsure how to answer the question, because he had never considered growing his own vegetables.

Wouldn't it be easier for him to trade his prey with the villagers?

This was the first time Ye Xiaoxiao had ever seen He Jing with such a puzzled expression, and she found it quite novel. She heard the man say, "It takes too much time to grow it yourself."

But his inner thoughts betrayed him.

Ye Xiaoxiao heard it clearly: what this person was thinking was: I don't know how to grow vegetables.