A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

"Respect?" Li Jiaojiao stared into her eyes. "Have you ever heard that respect is mutual?"

Yao Xiaobao quickly explained, "Brother He, listen to me."

"The reason I'm here today is because I overheard that scoundrel Liao Youqin instigating Aunt Lian and Uncle Tu to go to the military region outside the distillery to find a leader and then get him to refuse your marriage application."

When he saw Brother He arrive, he didn't ask his second aunt first, probably because he didn't know about it yet.

"This...it won't be a case of nothing happening, will it?" Thump...thump... Yao Xiaobao's heart pounded.

He Jia remained expressionless, while He Mulian's eyes darted left and right, avoiding eye contact with the people in front of her.

Why go to the winery?

"Huh?" He Mulian didn't react for a moment. Why would she ask her that?

"Go, go to the distillery..."

"We're going to the distillery to find you. Ah Chang and Xiao Min are coming back tomorrow, and we're going to the distillery to ask when you'll be back, and also to buy some cheap wine." Wu Xingtu rushed in from outside.

He stood outside the window and listened for a while. After he finished speaking, he turned around and glared at He Mulian, thinking, "What a useless piece of trash who can't even lie."

"The food is almost ready, let's stop talking and get ready to eat."

"You're lying," He Jiaping said coldly. "My uncle has never been able to drink, and he doesn't need to ask me when I'll be back."

What's the purpose of going to the winery? Probably the same as going to the military region.

When his cousins ​​come back, it will be the least appropriate time for him to be there. The table will be full of food, soup, and desserts, but there won't be a single chopstick for him.

"Oh no... I was in such a rush that I forgot how to cover up my lie." Wu Xingtu wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

"This, this, this..."

He Jiaping stepped forward and led Li Jiaojiao away: "Let's go eat."

"Second Aunt and Second Uncle, you don't need to worry about my family affairs anymore. Let's keep the matchmaker for Achang and Xiaomin."

"Wait a bit before you leave," Li Jiaojiao said, turning to He Mulian. "Bring me the things from before!"

"What is it?" He Mulian pretended to be stupid and didn't want to give it to her.

"Food for people to eat"

Wu Xingtu tugged at her sleeve, urging her silently.

"Here! Hurry up and go! Our family doesn't owe you anything."

Not a single fruit or peanut was missing; the two of them didn't eat them but saved them, probably to wait for their son and daughter, who were staying at the hotel, to return.

After they all left, He Mulian quickly closed and locked the door, afraid that they would come back.

"What if Jiaping really doesn't recognize us?" Wu Xingtu frowned, thinking about what he had just said.

He Mulian slapped him hard: "What are you saying? You can't say anything nice. Does he dare to disown us?"

"Who raised him? Who fed him?"

Wu Xingtu didn't speak, but thought to himself, "You and your deadbeat husband raised him together, not me..."

He Jiaping led them to a small restaurant.

Everyone ordered some food, and He Jiaping went to the front to pay before sitting down.

"Why are you carrying so many food coupons?" Li Jiaojiao glanced at his wallet.

"Some of them were about to expire, so I brought them out and used them quickly."

"Yes, I have dozens of pork coupons that are about to expire. Come pick them up tomorrow and see how you want to use them."

Li Jiaojiao poked his hand, reminding him to remember.

She was too lazy to go outside to buy pork because it was a long walk, so she just ate some dead vegetable leaves and drank some salt soup at the canteen to make do.

A hostage? Yao Xiaobao's eyes lit up: "Isn't this exactly what we need!"

They need to stock up on meat to open their shop, and they asked around at the slaughterhouse, saying that if you have a receipt, it will be cheaper.