Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"Just before I entered the house, my mother and father made a marriage arrangement for me. I have known her since childhood, and her surname is Wang. Today, for some unknown reason, my wife suddenly asked me the name of my childhood sweetheart. What's your name? I'm scared to death. Brother, do you think my wife has always cared about this?"

Shi Yan patted Sang Cheng's back to comfort him, "It's been so long, so I won't care. We all know my wife. She always speaks straightforwardly about anything. Don't think too much about it."

"Then, why did you suddenly mention it again?" Sang Cheng was about to break.

"Maybe the names are a bit similar, so I remembered it. I will think of a way tomorrow and tell the wife to change the reception."

Sang Cheng smiled bitterly. He really couldn't remember the name clearly, and he had never thought of it.

"Well, thank you, brother."

"Don't worry, go back to sleep, I will take care of it tomorrow."

After returning home, Sang Cheng felt a lot more at ease. He felt that as long as Wang Huiqiao did not receive the reception, his wife might not mention this matter again. After thinking about it, he fell asleep.

Now it was Shi Yan's turn and he couldn't sleep. Wang Huiqiao was not wrong. He suddenly suggested that someone else should be the receptionist, which was very strange. After thinking about it, he could only work on meat and vegetables.

The next day.

Wang Huiqiao came to the inn very early, prepared breakfast herself, and then waited downstairs.

"Dear guest, how did you sleep last night?"

"not bad."

"Okay then, let's eat first. I didn't say I wanted to eat vegetables yesterday. I went out to get some and asked the old chef here who is the best at cooking to make them for me."

Song Tingran looked at the dining table. It was still full of various meats. The vegetables in Wang Huiqiao's mouth were just a plate of cabbage. The portion was not large, and it was fried with meat.

"It's so early in the morning. This is too rich. Just have some porridge and side dishes."

Wang Huiqiao was embarrassed again, the smile on her face just now was frozen here, "Um, distinguished guest, is this meat not delicious?"

"It's not bad. It's just that we don't have to have so much meat and vegetables in every meal. We also have some home-cooked side dishes."

"Okay." Wang Huiqiao said nothing more and went to the kitchen.

Song Tingran's family got up late. There were only two tables having breakfast together in the lobby, one of which was in the corner.

Shi Yan was secretly happy, this gave him a great opportunity.

"Master Wife, how about we change the reception?"

When Shi Yan said this, Song Tingran was a little surprised. The other husbands also didn't understand and looked at him curiously. Only Sang Cheng was immersed in eating meat.

"Why?"

"My wife, you see, last night it was all about meat, and it's still like this this morning. Is it intentional? You want to make more money..." Shi Yan said, feeling a little guilty.

Song Tingran thought deeply, it was not impossible. After all, who would eat half a pig when they opened their eyes so early in the morning?

At the surrounding table, one of the girls seemed to be a loud and enthusiastic person. She was confused when she saw Song Tingran's family eating meat, and asked very understandingly: "Have you just come to Banshan Village?"

Those words just now were spoken in a low voice, and it was impossible for the people at this table to hear them. Now that someone came to talk, Shi Yan stopped talking and started eating. He could only find another opportunity to help Sang Cheng.

"Exactly, it just arrived last night."

"That's right. We've been here for five or six days. At the beginning, we were just like you. We didn't know why we ate meat all the time."

Listening to the enthusiastic girl's words, it seemed that there was a reason for this, so Song Tingran quickly continued to ask.

"You can tell by looking at Banshan Village that they make a living by hunting. There are mountains on three sides, and only one side is slightly gentle. It is a newly built road in the past few years. There is no place for planting here. I want to get some vegetables. Something, it’s difficult.”

I see. No wonder Wang Huiqiao was so embarrassed when Song Tingran said she wanted to eat vegetables. No wonder the waiter at the inn last night had a strange expression when he saw her using so many green onions, and he also understood why everyone here eats meat.

Presumably, last night's brown rice was also a valuable thing here, and today's cabbage, I don't know where it came from.

"Thank you, otherwise we would still be kept in the dark."

"It's okay, it's okay, we're all here to have fun." Seeing that Song Tingran understood, the enthusiastic girl turned around and continued eating.

Shi Yan was very embarrassed. Thinking about what he just said, he regretted it even more. He glanced at Sang Cheng and saw that he was the same. Both of them were quiet.

After dinner, Song Tingran and his family left the inn and took a look at the entrance. It was already dark when they arrived yesterday, and the view was not very clear. Now, at a glance, it is a scattered house. At the beginning of the construction, there was no plan. We just built it wherever there was open space, and there were no rectifications later.

However, it doesn't look messy, because everything around the house is kept clean, and there are various wooden decorations in the small yard, which makes it feel like being in a fairy tale world.

"This mountain is really high. It's much higher and bigger than the mountain in front of our house." Qiao Jinshu raised his neck and looked at it, putting his hand on his forehead to block the sun.

Song Qingyi: "Yes, yes, I wonder if there are big tigers on the mountain."

Song Changyue: "I'm so excited, I'm about to go up the mountain, but what if we encounter danger? Can we outrun the tiger?"

Song Lingjia: "Don't be afraid, my second father is here. He can kill a tiger with one punch!"

Xiao Yuchen was suddenly touched. Still in this scene, he nodded vigorously under the admiring eyes of all the cubs.

Wang Huiqiao came over with a small bundle of scallions, and she was very excited, "Dear guest, I heard from the waiter that you like to eat scallions, and the mutton fried with scallions is so good. I'll get some more for you. I’ll put some in every dish for you, even if there are vegetables.”

This green onion is not particularly fresh. The green leaves that should be green have turned yellow and have signs of being cut. It looks like Wang Huiqiao went to every shop to get it.

In fact, there are many people in Daniu Village who store green onions, because they can be stored for a long time if stored well. They are very delicious when stir-fried in winter. However, Song Tingran’s family has the conditions, and they have not eaten green onions like this for a long time. .

"Huiqiao, are there no vegetables in this mountain village?"

"Well... there are some, just very few. We all make a living by hunting, mainly eating meat. Wherever we can plant, we can grow green onions, potatoes and sweet potatoes. It's a good living and can be used as a staple food."

Wang Huiqiao said it easily and didn't take the lack of vegetables to heart. When Song Tingran asked for vegetables, she didn't explain it, but tried to find a way to get it.

"I don't know. I'm really sorry. There's no need to help us find vegetables. We also love meat." Song Tingran was moved by this simple feeling.