The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

After finishing breakfast, Gao Qinghe put down her bowl.

"Mom, thank you for tidying up. I have to go out for a bit. I'll be back for dinner tonight."

After smiling and speaking, Gao Qinghe took out a piece of tissue paper to wipe her mouth, thinking that she would go to the county town later to see if they sold napkins or tissues.

She always wiped her mouth with a handkerchief because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to wash it quickly enough.

Having grown accustomed to the conveniences of the internet age, Gao Qinghe couldn't help but sigh at the difficulty of transitioning from luxury to frugality, realizing that even using a napkin is now a struggle.

The sun before the Mid-Autumn Festival is always so strong that it makes people dizzy, but thinking that she was going to ride her bike later, Gao Qinghe still took out her long-sleeved shirt and trousers and put them on.

The old-fashioned pure cotton material is a bit stiff, but fortunately it's breathable.

I wonder how Miao Miao's silly clothing store is doing with the renovations?

However, she was in charge of the interior design. The style was a chic, millennial lady's house. As long as the contractor followed her requirements and didn't use his own imagination, there shouldn't be any problems.

The wedding had kept her incredibly busy for several days, but today she finally had some free time to go out and run errands. Gao Qinghe was humming a song from the Taiwanese drama "Wrong Carriage".

"If there's no wine for sale, if there's no wine for sale, what a familiar sound, it has accompanied me through so many years of wind and rain. I never need to think of it, yet I will never forget it."

As I walked to the gate of the courtyard, there was a 28-inch bicycle parked against the wall.

Gao Qinghe stopped humming and shouted into the house, "Mom, I rode my bike away!"

Without waiting for a response, he nimbly hopped on his bicycle and "whoosh," transformed into a shooting star, disappearing into the winding main road.

Jiang's mother frowned and muttered, "What kind of weird tune is that, humming and humming?"

But remembering that she had said she would be back for dinner, Jiang's mother snorted indignantly, "Mom~, I'll be back for dinner tonight~, you've got a lot of sweet talk!"

He grumbled and cursed, but his body betrayed him as he went to the storeroom to find a vegetable basket, thinking about what vegetables he could get from the garden to cook for dinner.

Gao Qinghe was riding her sister-in-law's bicycle, which she had owned for three years.

For the past two years, Jiang Yu rode his bicycle to and from the town's middle school. Spring came and autumn went, rain or shine, and the bicycle was already covered with the marks of time.

Now I go to school in the county town and live on campus, only riding my bike back on weekends or during winter and summer vacations.

Jiang Yu did suggest that her mother ride it regularly, as it would be convenient for visiting relatives and attending banquets in town or more distant places.

Jiang's mother resisted three times: "I can't, I don't know how, I won't ride!"

Items are prone to breakage if left unused for a long time, but fortunately Jiang Baohai remembers to regularly lubricate the chain.

Although it wasn't as easy to ride as a new type of bicycle with gears, Gao Qinghe managed to reach the outskirts of the county despite the wobbling and swaying.

As Gao Qinghe drove toward Huang Yanqiu's house, she was surprised to find two small construction sites nearby, where construction was underway.

Where there is construction, there is a lot of dust, and Gao Qinghe only regretted not wearing a mask.

"I really miss those all-in-one sun protection face masks!"

But these days, I don't know where to get these bandit-like hoods.

Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered the crocheted fabric covers on the sofa armrests and TV cabinet at home.

Perhaps we could ask my mother-in-law to make one for me?
Gao Qinghe wouldn't even dare to imagine it if it were her own grandmother or mother.

These two ladies are not as skilled at needlework as her father, who can even knit intricate designs.

But this crocheted cloth cover looks much more refined than a knitted sweater, with tassels and embroidery made of yarn.

"Gao Qinghe!"

A shout brought Gao Qinghe back to her senses from her reverie.

Huang Yanqiu, with her pregnant belly sticking out, stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily under a maple tree by the roadside.

Gao Qinghe stopped the car, put one foot on the ground, and rolled her eyes in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Huang Yanqiu said irritably, "I called you from afar, and watched you ride right past me. What were you thinking about so absentmindedly? You can't even concentrate while riding a bike, aren't you afraid of falling?"

Gao Qinghe laughed heartily, "The sun is too strong, I was thinking of having my cheap mother-in-law make me a bandit mask." Huang Yanqiu couldn't understand, she couldn't understand at all!

Mother-in-law is mother-in-law, and there are cheap options available?
A ruthless bandit is a ruthless bandit; what does that have to do with a mask?
Gao Qinghe didn't want to explain further, so she slid the bike down to the tree on one foot.

"What are you doing here instead of at home? I was just about to look for you."

When we got to the tree, we found a handcart at the corner of the tree.

On the small cart was a large wooden board with four dish bowls: one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and a mixed grain rice bowl with white rice and corn kernels.

Zheng Xiaopeng, also known as Huang Yanqiu's husband Zheng Laowu, was wearing a white apron and white sleeves, taking a bowl out of a small basket under the horizontal board.

Seeing Gao Qinghe, he smiled shyly at her and said, "Cousin is here."

Gao Qinghe nodded as a greeting, then turned around and looked at Huang Yanqiu in surprise.

Huang Yanqiu shrugged and looked at the busy Zheng Xiaopeng, explaining:
“I used to work for that painter. He would go to work after he had a full night’s sleep, take a nap at noon, and come back at five o’clock in the afternoon. The painter couldn’t stand it and fired him.”

Huang Yanqiu leaned close to Gao Qinghe's ear and said, "Tsk tsk, you said he had a talent for cooking last time, and he took it seriously. When he was at home, he spent every day figuring out how to cook, since he had to cook for us anyway."

“I didn’t teach him much.”

She herself is not very good at cooking because there was a shortage of ingredients when she was a child.

To make a dish delicious, you need to use the right amount of oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

So all of these details were figured out by Zheng Xiaopeng himself.

"He went to the market to ask others, and then tried to make it himself when he came back. Anyway, I think it tastes pretty good."

“I didn’t dare urge him to find work. He said he wanted to sell food, so I came with him to take a look.”

At this point, Huang Yanqiu couldn't help but smile and nodded vigorously at Gao Qinghe.

"Today is the third day, and the food we brought in the first two days has sold out."

Huang Yanqiu gestured towards the two small construction sites across the street, which together had only about sixty workers.

But because there were no other restaurants nearby, and the construction workers had just arrived and no one was cooking, their place became the only one available.

There aren't many ingredients to prepare each day. Zheng Xiaopeng is the kind of person who won't do any extra work; he only prepares enough for fifty people, and leaves once they're sold out.

The price is 80 cents per person, with a fixed scoop of meat, and unlimited vegetables and rice.

Huang Yanqiu had done the math; after deducting the cost of the vegetables, she would only make ten yuan from fifty servings.

But once the construction site is finished, I'll leave. I don't know how many months I can earn this 250 yuan.

The main reason is that this place is close to home; it only takes a few minutes to walk here with the stroller.

If it's too far, Huang Yanqiu feels that Zheng Xiaopeng wouldn't be willing to do it.

Another issue is that when it's windy or rainy, we can't go to work. In reality, if we can make more than 150 yuan a month, that's already pretty good.

But as long as Zheng Xiaopeng is willing to continue, she doesn't have to pay the fifty yuan she gives to her in-laws every month.

Moreover, they can still save some money after a month, enough for the couple to live on.

Huang Yanqiu patted her noticeably protruding belly and said proudly to Gao Qinghe:

“I think this child is my lucky star. Everything has gone smoothly since she came into my life.”

Gao Qinghe chuckled, and Huang Yanqiu realized what was happening and quickly said that she was her greatest lucky star!

Gao Qinghe then put on a satisfied smile again.

Huang Yanqiu thought to herself: An adult is comparing himself to a child.

It was lunchtime, and workers came out from the construction site across the street.

As soon as you leave the construction site, you can see the stalls under the trees. Several workers eagerly ran over to ask what vegetables were available today. (End of Chapter)