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Qi Chong watched as she stared at him, his face flushing instantly. Unsure of how to break the awkward silence, he finally suggested, "Let's eat." His voice came out hoarse, and he cleared his throat.
Yu Chunmiao looked up at the sound, her face mere inches from his. Despite her thirty years of life experience, she had never encountered romantic feelings before. Now, enveloped by his masculine aura, her heart raced wildly as if someone were tugging at her ears.
For a few seconds, her gaze was uncontrollably drawn to him. She let out a small "Oh" and fled to the kitchen.
"Why are you holding Qi Chong's belt?" Chen Ruolan rushed in, noticing her daughter-in-law's flushed face. In her hand was her son's belt, and various images flashed through her mind. Regardless of the scenario, her son appeared disheveled.
Yu Chunmiao was reminded by her mother-in-law and realized she was still holding the man's belt. She hurriedly ran back and handed it to Qi Chong, who was about to grab a new one.
Taking advantage of the time spent washing up, Yu Chunmiao splashed cold water on her face.
Qi Chong fastened his belt and went into his mother's room to wake his younger brother, who pretended to be asleep.
Qi Rong looked at his older brother with trepidation. He expected a scolding but was surprised when Qi Chong smiled gently and said, "Get up for breakfast. Be careful when digging for Banxia this morning; don’t wander too far."
After saying that, he ruffled his younger brother's hair and left.
Qi Rong touched the spot where his brother had patted him, feeling somewhat incredulous. He had thought too much; in Qi Chong's eyes, he was just a little kid. He merely considered himself a man because the whole family indulged him by calling him a Manly Man.
Moreover, Qi Chong felt particularly good that morning; his mind was filled with images of Yu Chunmiao's flustered face. It seemed she was quite pleased with him.
Ah, those legs!
Should he make a trip to the county? Just one visit should resolve the issue. But perhaps it would be better to wait a few days.
After having breakfast together, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law set off for Yuan City. Left River Village was very close to Qing Shui Town—only about twenty kilometers of road along the river. In ancient times, that distance felt like less than five hundred meters today, so the journey was only about eleven kilometers in total.
They arrived in Yuan City by six-thirty in the morning. With their previous experience in mind, they sold all their clams in less than two hours.
Yu Chunmiao counted the money—there were four hundred sixteen coins in total.
"Mother, let’s buy some meat today and get some vegetables too," she suggested eagerly.
Chen Ruolan smiled and replied, "We can buy meat, but we won’t get vegetables here. I planted some seedlings recently; they should be ready to eat now."
The seedlings were densely packed and required thinning out—removing some of the smaller ones to leave only the larger ones.
As a modern person, Yu Chunmiao found it hard to adapt to brown rice and timidly asked, "Mother, I want to eat rice and noodles."
Chen Ruolan felt that everything in nature had its own response. The money was earned by her daughter-in-law, so how could she stop her from eating what she wanted? Moreover, her daughter-in-law looked malnourished; at sixteen, she still resembled a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl—thin and small. It was time for her to eat something good.
The two of them arrived at the meat stall. Yu Chunmiao had always disliked fatty meat, but this body craved it when she saw it. However, fatty meat was too expensive, costing ten coins per pound, while lean meat was only ten wen.
“Let’s just use more lard when cooking,” she decided, purchasing a pound of lean meat and half a pound of fatty meat for a total of seventeen wen.
Next, they went to the rice shop. Rice cost eight wen per pound, and she bought five pounds. Flour was seven wen per pound, so she bought another five pounds. Brown rice was cheaper at only four wen per pound, and she bought five pounds of that as well.
In total, they spent ninety wen, leaving them with three hundred and four wen.
“Mother,” she said, “adding the three hundred and seven wen from last time, we now have six hundred and eleven wen. Let’s ask about the price of Banxia at the medical clinic. If the price is good, we could sell it for a long time.” She whispered in her mother-in-law's ear, “There’s plenty of it on the mountain; no one should recognize it.”
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