Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 828: Chapter 828 Leftover Food_1

The one blocking Tong Erlang was Miao Dali.

Previously, Miao Dali had taken the beans given by Qiao Xiaomai before Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang left for Prefecture City. However, by the time Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang returned, Zhuang Luhe had already hit the wall.

This made Miao Dali feel very embarrassed, thinking that he had taken Qiao Xiaomai’s beans for nothing.

He knew that Qiao Xiaomai would definitely refuse if he tried to give him money, so he could only put even more heart and effort into the housework.

A few days ago, Qiao Xiaomai had instructed him that if Tong Erlang came again, he was not to be allowed through the front gate. Miao Dali took this to heart, and as soon as he saw Tong Erlang coming from a distance, he immediately set down his work to intercept him.

Tong Erlang, who was stopped, was a bit dumbfounded. What?

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He was even barred from stepping on this territory?

Looking down at the pottery jar in his hands, Tong Erlang also felt wronged.

One after another, they wanted to push him to his death!

He pulled a long face, turned around, and climbed back onto the ox cart, placing the pottery jar to one side, then he lay down on the ox cart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

If he made a fuss at this time, even if it reached Tong Sanlang, Tong Sanlang would surely give him a piece of his mind.

But if he went home empty-handed, Zhu Hongyun would certainly be relentless.

So, if that was the case, he might as well sleep here!

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No seeing anyone, peace and quiet!

Tong Erlang really did fall asleep, and after a while, he even began to snore, causing Miao Dali, who was keeping an eye on him, to feel both amused and helpless.

After pondering for a while, Miao Dali went to find Tong Sanlang.

After all, Tong Erlang was Tong Sanlang’s real brother.

Knocking on the Warehouse Courtyard door, he explained the situation, and Tong Sanlang, hearing this, was utterly baffled. “He didn’t say what he was here for?”

“He didn’t say anything, just brought a small pottery jar.”

A pottery jar?

Tong Sanlang nodded, probably understanding what Tong Erlang was up to.

There was no need to say it, it was surely still about wanting something to eat.

“Don’t bother with him for now, let him sleep,” he told Miao Dali.

Soon it was noon, and Qiao Xiaomai had Tong Sanlang, Qiao Changshun, and Tong Tiehu continue their discussions, while she herself went to the kitchen to cook.

Now with more people in the house, cooking required two pots. With the help of the sisters Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi, she spent a good half hour making four dishes.

There were few types of dishes, but the portions were large, each served in a small basin meant for soup—definitely filling enough.

Besides, she had also stewed some rice, cooked with water from the Spiritual Spring, which was fragrant even with the pot lid on.

After the meal was ready, she set aside a portion for Zhuang Luhe alone, and the group of seven gathered at the table—Qiao Xiaomai, Tong Sanlang, Qiao Changshun, Tong Tiehu, Qiao Zhaodi, Qiao Yindi, and Qiao Dami.

Imitating Qiao Xiaomai, Tong Sanlang scooped some braised pork gravy to go with his rice, but as he thought of Tong Erlang lying outside asleep, he paused while chewing his rice.

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn’t speak up.

When the seven had finished eating, there was still a bowl of rice left in the pot, and there was also a bit of leftovers.

Tong Sanlang dished out the rice, poured the remaining food on top, and then carried the bowl outside.

Tong Erlang was now sitting on the ox cart, his stomach growling with hunger. He wanted to go inside but was afraid of the reprimand, so he didn’t move.

Just as he was considering whether to beg for food from the Construction Team members, Tong Sanlang came over from a distance, holding a bowl in his hand.

He immediately looked toward Tong Sanlang, hope appearing on his face.

Was this to bring him food?!

“What’s left, second brother, will you eat it?” Tong Sanlang extended the bowl toward Tong Erlang.

The leftovers were dry string beans, from which all the meat had been picked out, but coming from Qiao Xiaomai’s hands, even the leftovers were appetizing at this point.