[BL] Accompany by A Fool to do Farming Author: 锦绣云燃

Chapter 41-45

Sure enough, without waiting for Zhong Ziqi’s inquiry, Huang Ama took the initiative to tell him to go out with him today.

“Then the feeling is good, Huang Ama is right next to me.” Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.

Today’s wharf is as lively as ever. Zhong Ziqi’s booth is busy, but Zhong Ziqi is the most leisurely. Zhao Zhengan rushed to do his work of kneading dough and fritters. He was a little unfamiliar at the beginning, and slowly became more and more skilled. Now, Zhong Ziqi was emptied immediately. When he saw nothing wrong, he helped Huang Ahma next door sell porridge. When someone bought fried dough sticks, he would tell people that the porridge is the best match. Everyone is Zhong Ziqi’s **** rice. Si, after hearing what he said, I immediately bought a bowl of porridge and fried dough sticks at Huang Ah’s house, not to mention it was really delicious.

More and more people are buying one after another.

After noon, Zhong Ziqi’s fried dough sticks were sold out as usual, and even the porridge with Huang Ama’s family was sold out. Huang Ama grinned and counted the money while not forgetting to thank Zhong Ziqi.

Zhao Zhengan smiled and replied: “If there is anything to thank, we have to thank you and Uncle Huang for taking care of us.”

Huang Ama sighed: “It’s not easy for anyone to take care of what is not taken care of. Living a life is better than everything.”

Zhao Zhengan and Zhong Ziqi nodded and said yes.

In Zhao’s village not far away, news about Zhao Zheng’an’s recovery had already spread. Some people laughed by, some gloated, some regretted and annoyed, and some had a wishful thinking. In short, everyone has a different mentality, but nothing. All of them were curious about Zhao Zhengan’s attitude. At that time, the Zhao family did too much and didn’t believe that Zhao Zhengan could treat them calmly.

If there are too few ancient entertainments, the most talked about is the trivial things of these parents, which are just as fun and interesting as watching TV.

Not long after Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan returned home, Wang Cuihua sent a bowl of dumplings. It looked like they were full of dumplings, but there weren’t many of them, and they weren’t enough for one person.

This time, Wang Cuihua was so obedient and very reserved, sitting for a while and then left, saying that she would bring them something delicious next time.

Zhong Ziqi took a dumpling with her hand and tasted it, smashed her mouth and said, “It’s a vegetable stuffing, it’s still Chinese cabbage. I thought it could be a bit meaty, not even the oil. Tsk tsk, just like this, he will please you or Please please me, who can eat more than 20 dumplings!”

Zhao Zhengan pinched his tender face: “That’s not bad. I haven’t been so generous in hitting the ego. You can’t eat white noodles a few times a month, let alone give it to others to eat.”

“You said, what can he save after being so searched? In the end, his child’s husband seems to be malnourished.” Zhong Ziqi disagrees with this approach. In his opinion, save everything and don’t save anything. A good health is the capital of the revolution. If you break down, how can you make money?

“Let’s eat it for you.” Zhong Ziqi pushed the dumplings to Zhao Zhengan, and sat in a chair with his chin to watch him finish eating: “He did not taste good, someday I will buy some meat, I will pack it, it will definitely be better than his. It’s much better, and I can eat enough.”

“Okay, what you cooked is definitely the best.” Zhao Zhengan is used to eating delicious Zhong Ziqi’s food, and eating Wang Cuihua’s meal is almost like chewing wax. There are two extremes.