Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

As soon as Han Yingxue came home, she saw a man sitting in the kitchen of her house with his back to her.

Zhao Qishan looked at this uninvited guy with displeasure.

Zhao Ziwen?

What is he doing here? Could it be that she knew her family was making dumplings today, so she deliberately came over to eat?

"Sister..." Han Yingxia raised her head and called happily.

"Xue'er?" Zhao Ziwen also had a smile on his lips, and turned to look at her.

"Why are you here?" Han Yingxue asked calmly.

"The last time I saw my aunt was in confinement, I bought some longan and red dates. Although it is not a good thing, it is still very good for my aunt to replenish her body."

Longan red dates? This is already a very good thing in the countryside, okay?

Han Yingxue caught a glimpse of the table and brought a lot, at least a few hundred coins to buy.

It's really different to be friends with local tyrants.

"Thank you!" Han Yingxue thanked.

Zhao Ziwen smiled embarrassedly, "Xue'er, we are friends, why are you and I being polite..."

"..."

"You said you would go back when you saw Xue'er, can you go back now?" Zhao Qishan urged with a hint of hostility in an unhappy tone.

"Did I say that?" Zhao Ziwen pretended not to know.

"Why are you like this? Is it fun to stay at my house?" Zhao Qishan clenched his fists. If this guy doesn't leave, he can consider kicking him out.

"You must have heard it wrong just now!" Zhao Ziwen put on an appearance that he was sure that there was something wrong with your ears.

"Creak creak..." Zhao Qishan's fists were creaking.

Han Yingxue noticed the difference between the two of them.

There are a few black lines on the forehead, these two people are boring enough.

"Cousin, he's just a guest when he comes. Why are you acting so fierce?" Han Yingxue's tone was somewhat accusatory.

"Xue'er, I..." Zhao Qishan's words came to his lips, but he didn't know how to explain them. Could it be that this is jealousy from a man?

The clenched fist loosened, Zhao Qishan looked at Zhao Ziwen and snorted coldly.

There was a smug smile on the corner of Zhao Ziwen's mouth, as if he had won a battle.

"Xue'er, what did you do? It smells so good!" Zhao Ziwen sniffed and poked his eyes towards the stove.

"Fried dumplings, do you want to eat?"

"Hmm!" Zhao Ziwen responded crisply.

Xue'er's craftsmanship is really good, nothing to say, last time he ate it once, he kept thinking about it. This time I found a reason to come here.

"I'll bring you ten dumplings, and I'll give the rest to Xiaoli. There's still some corn mush left, so you should be full."

As Han Yingxue said, she packed ten dumplings and put them on the plate. He brought the remaining bowl of corn paste to Zhao Ziwen.

By the way, I took another cucumber and made a small dish of cold cucumber.

Zhao Qishan stood aside, feeling a little jealous in his heart.

This man actually asked Xueer to serve him! He was very upset! !

"Thank you, Cher!"

"You're welcome, go back as soon as you finish eating!"

"Eh..." Zhao Ziwen's face that was full of smiles froze, Xue'er was urging him to go back? He is so disgusting?

Zhao Qishan's cold face picked up a bit of temperature.

As expected, Xue'er was only superficially polite to this guy, after all, he sent a lot of things over. But he is still an outsider, Xueer will never treat him as her own family. Being polite on the surface doesn't mean genuine caring in the heart.

From this angle, Zhao Qishan felt much happier.