Chapter 275: Do You Still Call Me Miss Qiao?
Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm
Translator: 549690339 I
Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami returned and saw Tong Sanlang making a pancake in the kitchen. Qiao Changshun said hurriedly, âLet me do it, let me do it.â
âUncle Changshun, you should go check on Miss Qiao. Dami, come help me with the fire,â Tong Sanlang said.
âRight, Iâll go check on Xiaomai.â Having heard this, Qiao Changshun quickly stepped into the hall.
Qiao Xiaomai was lying on the bed, her eyes half-closed, and her face deathly pale.
She had lost too much blood. Even drinking water from the Spiritual Spring couldnât replenish it, making her look genuinely frail.
âXiaomai, 1 was wrong. Donât worry, I will never mention your grandmother in front of you again. 1 promise 1 wonât,â Qiao Changshun sat by the bed, his eyes red and face filled with regret.
Mother and daughter, heâs decidedly choosing his daughter now.
Qiao Xiaomai hmmâd, her voice weak. Seeing the sweat on his forehead, she couldnât help but say, âDad, your leg must be hurting again, right?â
Considering Qiao Changshunâs lame leg, he must have run back home.
âItâs fine, itâs fine.â Qiao Changshun shook his head dismissively and asked caringly, âWhat would you like to eat? I can make it for you.â
Once he finished speaking, without waiting for Xiaomaiâs response, he slapped his thigh and said, âIâll go and make you some medicine, starting with that. You lie down. If you need anything, just call me. Iâll be outside.â
Qiao Xiaomai responded weakly again.
She was truly weak now.
More medicineâ¦
After a while, Tong Sanlang came in carrying a tray.
On the tray was a plate of egg pancakes, a bowl of Red Dates and Wolf berry Rice Porridge, and a plate of stir-fried pig blood.
Before she could ask, Tong Sanlang explained voluntarily, âI went back home using my lightness skill and brought some blood-nourishing ingredients.â
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldnât help but envy him.
Having a lightness skill is really convenient.
Tong Sanlang placed the tray on the table, âMy cooking skill is not very good, just make do with it.â
âIf you made it, itâs sure to be delicious.â Qiao Xiaomai sat up.
Tong Sanlang smiled and handed her the chopsticks, âLet me know if you need any help in the coming days.â
The wheat harvest is not yet over, Qiao Changshun is disable, and Qiao Dami is young; this family needs help. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDonât they need you at home for the wheat harvest?â
âNo, we are enough people at my home.â
âThen come to my home every day.â
As Qiao Xiaomai fluttered her long eyelashes, her small face was full of anticipation.
âEvery day?â Tong Sanlang was slightly taken aback at the word.
âThereâs a lot of chores to do at my home.â
Tong Sanlang paused and then grimaced, âMiss Qiao, youâ¦â
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted, âAre you still going to call me Miss Qiao?â
âAlt?â Tong Sanlang furrowed his eyebrows, âMiss Qiao, do you know what youâre talking about?â
âI do. I know that your home is in danger, and that you arenât free to do what you wish.â Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips, gazed directly at him, and lightly touched her chest, âBut here, Iâm not in control either.â
âYou should have noticed by now that 1 can be quite stubborn, so much so that I donât even care about myself when Iâm mad.â
âI always follow what this [my heart] tells me.â
âAlso, call me Xiaomai.â
Tong Sanlang
His eyebrows furrowed even more, in fact, his entire face seemed like it was crumpling. He looked like Qiao Changshun, showing an expression that made him look older than his seventeen years.
After a while, he said, âEven if⦠you are a little infatuated, you should stay away from me.â
How could she be this close to him while struggling? Normally, she would keep her distance until she comes to a conclusion.
This was not a joke.
Her life and safety were at stake.
And besides, what if she ends up retracting after getting so close?
How will he, whoâs deeply entangled with the situation, handle it?
If she doesnât retractâ¦. then what about him?