Rebirth 78: Hunting for Treasure in the Mountains, Spoiling My Wife and Daughter to the Heavens

This feels very strange.

They were having an affair, but apart from kissing, they did nothing else.

But if it weren't for the affair...

The contact between the two was rather excessive.

Lu Weiguo just held Yuan Mengjie quietly like that.

This seemed to be the only harbor on that deserted island, where one could escape the trivialities of the world.

"Okay, if you keep doing this I'll get angry. You're just provoking me, doing nothing but teasing me."

Yuan Mengjie snorted. She hadn't intended to struggle in the first place, but the twist only made her angrier.

"Let me tell you a story."

Lu Weiguo said softly.

"There was a couple who, after drinking too much, were lying in bed. To keep the man in check, the woman drew a line on the bed, saying, 'If you cross this line, you're an animal!'"

"So, did you finally cross that line?"

Yuan Mengjie asked curiously.

"Listen to me, the next morning, when the woman discovered that the man hadn't touched her at all, she became even more furious and said, 'You're not even as good as an animal.'"

"Ah!" Yuan Mengjie took a while to react. "Hmph, you're that beastly guy. What do you want with me today? Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up."

"I came to get the soy sauce and salt, and also to check on you." Lu Weiguo released her and looked around at the fur coats.

"You, how did you manage to make Xiulian so happy? If you said it the other way around, would I be happier?"

"Sister, I'm afraid you'll fall in love with me." Lu Weiguo was jealous and shameless.

"Alright, alright, you're right, you little devil." Yuan Mengjie had no way to deal with Lu Weiguo.

Ever since that night I lay on her lap.

She could never forget the man she thought about day and night.

"Salt, soy sauce, five-spice powder..." Yuan Mengjie listed the seasonings, totaling two large bags.

There was also a large bag of Northeast rice that I had specially saved.

This stuff is so heavy, one bag is heavier than two bags of seasoning.

At that time, there was no such thing as an expiration date; it was good enough if you could even use it.

Are there any other options to consider?

Moreover, these are relatively rare items; who could keep them past their expiration date?

"What do you need these for? They're worthless now. I've discussed it with Huang He. Maybe we can sell them for a higher price after the soy sauce factory goes bankrupt."

Nobody knew what Lu Weiguo wanted these things for.

"I'm not selling it, I'm giving it away." Lu Weiguo was unwilling to lie to Yuan Mengji.

But he couldn't tell anyone about going to the Russians.

"Giving it away? You're really something, giving away something like this." Seeing that Lu Weiguo was unwilling to talk about it, Yuan Mengjie didn't ask any further questions.

They simply locked the door secretly and drew all the curtains.

"Can you hug me? I'm so tired, so exhausted."

. . . . . .

On the other side, there's a breakfast shop near the school gate.

Li Xiuhe herself was running around the shop.

Li Guangrong would come over to help whenever his grandchildren were not around.

This shop is so popular because it uses high-quality ingredients, is cheap, and tastes delicious.

Some families even buy extra steamed buns in the morning to eat as dinner when they get home in the evening.

Moreover, many school teachers no longer eat the unpalatable food in the school cafeteria.

They got all the food coupons back from the school and didn't hand over any food rations. Instead, they exchanged them all for money and bought steamed buns and fried dough sticks from Li Xiuhe.

"There's a queue over there. My dad isn't here today, so we're a bit busy. Please wait a moment, sorry."

Li Xiuhe, standing at the window, did not look up.

When someone approached, he kept his head down, kneading the dough for frying dough sticks.

"No wonder she's a shameless woman who likes to seduce married men; even her kneading dough movements are so lewd."

The breakfast shop kept the fire burning. Even though it was winter, Li Xiuhe was wearing an apron with only a close-fitting sweater underneath.

Her chest was already quite impressive.

The force with which he kneaded the dough made the students on their way to school unable to resist taking a second look.

"You! Director?"

Li Xiuhe looked up upon hearing this, only to see her former colleagues from the kitchen, all wearing their employee badges.

The person in charge of logistics was Zhou Hongmei, who was in charge of the logistics department.

"Not bad. He's making his own money now, but his temper hasn't grown too much. He still knows to call me 'Director.' I just wonder if I, as his director, can get a free meal here."

Zhou Hongmei's words were barbed and sarcastic.

She only managed to become the director of the logistics department because her husband was a leader at the school.

However, after only one month, the school cafeteria was facing a situation where almost no one was left to eat.

How could she tolerate it?

"Director, please come in and have a seat. Colleagues, please come in and I'll fry up some youtiao (Chinese fried dough sticks) for you."

Li Xiuhe makes fried dough sticks in an open kitchen, adding eggs, salt, sugar, and baking soda to the dough.

There were no other ingredients used.

Moreover, she herself was clean, and the place where she kneaded the dough was even cleaner than many people's homes.

Looking at the menacing group, Li Xiuhe roughly guessed what was going on.

After all, the reason this bowl of noodles was made even after the morning rush hour was to save it for the school's teachers.

"Oh my, I'm in for a treat! I've heard so much about it at school—that widow with the fried dough sticks at the gate, her fried dough sticks smell so pungent!"

It made my bones feel so soft and yielding after eating it.

Zhou Hongmei stood to the side, constantly provoking him.

She has no reason to care about Li Xiuhe now.

The only way to exert pressure is through this constant pressure, whenever Li Xiuhe loses her temper.

Regardless of whether she actually lays a hand on her or not, she'll be labeled a capitalist rebirth.

They have become detached from the masses and have stood on the opposite side of them.

Even if the police come, she will still be able to overpower Li Xiuhe as the school director.

After all, Li Xiuhe used to have a terrible temper!

"Director Zhou, what are you saying? My fried dough sticks are crispy because I use good ingredients and make them with care. The comrades love them, probably because they can see how much effort I put into them."

Li Xiuhe didn't even raise her head. Instead of getting angry, she continued to explain and made a few sarcastic remarks about Zhou Hongmei.

"You! What's wrong with you? You think you're all grown up now? You dare to talk back to me? Do you think I can't control you just because you're not at school?!"

Do you know that because of you, the teachers aren't eating at school anymore?! What are we going to do about this?!

He had intended to provoke Li Xiuhe, but instead, she provoked him with a single sentence.

That's just how people in high positions are.

They tend to have less patience and resilience.

"Sister Zhou, the teachers come here to buy fried dough sticks and steamed buns. I don't sell vegetables, only some homemade pickled vegetables."

You said the teachers would rather eat pickled vegetables than the food you cook. Whose problem is that?

Li Xiuhe is neither humble nor arrogant; she earns her own money and spends it as she pleases, and she stands tall with confidence.

After all, three days' earnings are equivalent to a month's salary in the past.

"You!!! You're spouting nonsense! You little slut, showing off your sex appeal like that! Who kneads dough at the window?!"

Who would have thought you'd be so shameless!