Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible - Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Remember What I Said Today

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Shopkeeper Liu rolled her eyes even more coquettishly. “Shopkeeper Liu becomes Sister Liu when you need my help. If you’re a man, you’re definitely a lecher who plays with a woman’s feelings!”

“Lecher” Xiaoxiao had a serious expression. “Nonsense. If I’m a man, 1 can only be a Casanova who loves a beauty like Sister Liu wholeheartedly! Ahem, here’s the thing…”

Rong Yan, who came out of the Ruyi Clothing Shop with Yun Yi, thought about it when he saw her. He had asked Yun Yi to keep an eye on the old residence, so he knew why Second Aunt Ning came to the county. He was originally worried that Ning Xiaoxiao would be bullied, so he specially came to help. Looking at her expression now, it seemed to be settled.

It wasn’t just Second Aunt Ning. She also didn’t seem to be surprised by what Second Uncle Ning had done. Rong Yan couldn’t hide his smile when he thought of how she had deliberately slandered Second Aunt Ning in front of her father.

He waved his hand at Yun Yi, who was waiting at the side. “Forget it. Let’s wait and see.” This little girl was not a stupid bun to be bullied. What if they helped blindly and ended up causing trouble? Just like last time, if Yun Yi had not broken Second Uncle Ning’s pickled vegetable jar, he might not have been able to do business with Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant from the beginning.

However, he still had to keep an eye on them. Rong Yan did not think that it was overkill to let his guards treat a group of farmers as targets. Yun Yi himself rubbed his fists and swore to protect their chef, Miss Ning.

On the day the old residence’s sour bamboo shoots were delivered, Second Uncle Ning went to “borrow” the handcart. Old Madam Ning opened the lid confidently and was about to taste it when she saw Ning Xiaoxiao’s annoying figure appear at the door.

Xiaoxiao’s face was filled with sorrow. “Grandma, if you sell these bamboo shoots, what will happen to the livelihood my family has painstakingly found?”

Old Madam Ning spat fiercely. “That’s your eldest branch’s business. What has it got to do with me? You should have known when you were determined to split up that you wouldn’t be able to take any glory from our old residence in the future!”

Xiaoxiao complained in her heart. If you have the ability, don’t even think about taking advantage of our eldest branch. However, she only squeezed out an even deeper worry on her face. “But Grandma, you can’t make the price so low…”

Old Madam Ning sat on the small stool and crossed her legs smugly. “I’m willing. What can you do about it? You’re really worrying too much!”

At this moment, Xiaoxiao had already walked up to Old Madam Ning. She could touch the pickled vegetable jar with a stretch of her hand. She lowered her voice and moved closer to Old Madam Ning, using her small head to block the latter’s vision. “But Grandma, to be honest, do your sour bamboo shoots really have nothing to do with my family?”

As she spoke, she tapped her small hand on the already opened jar. The layer of sour bamboo shoots at the top changed in the blink of an eye. Xiaoxiao had replaced the old residence’s bamboo shoots with her own under Old Madam Ning’s nose.

Old Madam Ning’s heart skipped a beat and she didn’t notice Xiaoxiao’s small actions at all. Of course, she didn’t care even if she noticed it. She shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to cover her guilt in her voice. “What nonsense are you talking about? 1 made these bamboo shoots myself. It has nothing to do with you. If you mention this again in the future, believe it or not, I’ll tear your mouth apart!”

Xiaoxiao had already done what she wanted to do. She immediately decided to retreat and not give Old Madam Ning a chance to touch her.

Before she left, she smiled and said ambiguously, “I hope Grandma can remember what I said today.”

Old Madam Ning, who wanted to show off her might, scolded Xiaoxiao for being unlucky when she saw her run away. Then, she picked up a sour bamboo shoot from the pickled vegetable jar to taste.

At this moment, Second Uncle Ning also pushed the cart he borrowed from somewhere into the house. “Mother, how does it taste?”

Old Madam Ning smacked her lips.. “Why? Don’t you trust your mother’s cooking?”