Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

On the contrary, the woman at the bun stand was much more enthusiastic. At the beginning, I was a bit thin-skinned and couldn't let it go, but then I was able to talk to the regular customers who came to buy steamed buns or the stalls nearby.

Boss, wrap me two steamed buns.

Okay, there are two articles in total.

Ruan Siyi's gaze, which was focused on the book in his hand, moved over there——

She was wearing a blue cloth dress, with a bun and a kerchief on her head. It seems that without the silk and satin and the full head of emerald gold, people feel a lot lighter at once. The round body that I used to dislike, has lost a lot of weight because of the hard work these days. With a flushed face and a smile all over her face, she took the copper coin from the other party, and she put it in the pocket under the apron...

Qiao Shi put the copper coins away, feeling that someone was looking at her, and looked up to meet his eyes.

He hurriedly looked away, and so did she.

Sir, are you hungry?

Ruan Siyi was inexplicably annoyed, she would only ask him this question every time, making him look like a pig.

But this kind of anger is hard to say, he can only shake his head.

At noon, there are fewer people on the street.

Qiao took out a small stove, filled it with some firewood, and took out an earthen pot from the trolley. Ignite the fire, and after a while, the soup in the crock boiled.

She touched it with her first hand, and she shrank from the heat. She couldn't help touching her earlobe, and went to get a rag to wrap the edge and take it down. He took out two rough porcelain bowls and poured out the soup in the crock. One bowl was filled to the brim, but the other bowl was only half filled. In the end, she poured all the ingredients that sank to the bottom of the crock into half a bowl.

Afterwards, she picked up two steaming buns from the steamer and put them on a plate. Along with the bowl of soup, he brought it to Ruan Siyi.

Sir, it's time to eat.

Ruan Siyi didn't speak, and took it silently, while Qiao went to sit on the stool behind her stall next to her.

Just as she was about to start her lunch, the bowl in front of her was taken away, and another bowl was placed in front of her.

Well, my husband, I like soup.

Ruan Siyi ignored her, took a big gulp of the soup, and turned to eat his steamed buns.

Qiao shi lowered her head and fed the steamed buns to her mouth little by little. No one saw that she had already burst into tears.

In the evening, Ruan Siyi tidied up his side and silently came over to help Qiao's tidy up. Afterwards, he carried the bookcase on his back and helped Joe push the cart with his free hand.

The trolley looks small, but it is actually very heavy. It is very difficult for Qiao to push it by himself.

She pushed this small car alone for a month, and occasionally mother Chen would come to help her, but in the next two months, there was one more person to help her push it.

Today, dinner is over.

After clearing the table, Mrs. Qiao quietly put something beside the table.

Ruan Siyi was taken aback when he saw that thing.

This is not some rare treasure, it is an 'Analects of Confucius'.

To Ruan Siyi in the past, he was regarded as a poor thing. But now, after thinking about it for a long time, he is not willing to buy it, or he has no money left to buy it. The money I earn every day is only enough to keep my stomach hungry, but such a book needs several taels of silver.

Qiao put it down and went to the kitchen, Ruan Siyi was stunned for a long time before slowly reaching for the book.

After taking it over, he rubbed it for a long time.

at night.

In the quiet bedroom, there is a small world surrounded by gauze curtains.

Actually, you can go back to your mother's house, you don't have to live with me like this...

Qiao's eyes were wide open, staring at the emptiness above, holding back his sobs, Marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog, I'm not going anywhere...

She thought she could finally cover the heat, or did she not cover the heat?

Qiao Xinlan, how long can you hold on?

He seemed to be around, but he didn't seem to be there. Obviously very close, but it feels very far away.

Qiao turned over carefully, buried her face in the quilt, held her breath for a long time, and then burst into tears.