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

Chapter 829: Chapter 829: A Wet Blanket (Part 1)

Tong Sanlang stared at the white, tantalizing rice and the appetizing dried green beans, his stomach growling even louder, and saliva began to pool in his mouth.

He swallowed his saliva dejectedly and then turned to Tong Sanlang with a hint of complaint in his tone, “You actually made me eat leftovers, are you still my brother?”

Tong Sanlang looked up at the sky, at a loss for words, “Second Brother, this was made by Xiaomai herself, even our father didn’t get any.”

“Then why didn’t you cook something just for me?” Tong Erlang continued to swallow saliva, and the reproach in his mouth persisted.

He really felt wronged!

“I’m busy.”

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“Busy with what?”

“Busy earning money.”

Upon hearing this, Tong Erlang pursed his lips, he liked earning money as well, but was too lazy, preferring to lie around and count money without moving.

No, just lying around eating and drinking would do.

Thinking of counting money, such an unrealistic task, was something he didn’t want to consider for the moment.

“Hurry up and eat, it’s getting cold,” Tong Sanlang pushed it towards him.

Tong Erlang pursed his lips but couldn’t hold back his drool any longer and reached out to take it.

However, he was still thinking of Zhu Hongyun and asked, “Is this all that’s left? Is there any more?”

The flavor of the leftovers wasn’t bad, Zhu Hongyun would probably find it fine as well.

As long as he didn’t tell, Zhu Hongyun would never know she was eating leftovers.

“No more, that’s all there is,” Tong Sanlang shook his head.

“Then make more tonight! I’m not full yet,” Tong Erlang’s face lit up with hope again.

Tong Sanlang was speechless.

His stomach was still not full, and yet he was thinking about Zhu Hongyun. His Second Brother was really smitten with Zhu Hongyun.

And also truly lazy, pushed to this point and still not thinking of changing, like a child, only wanting to cry, make a fuss, take a break and then have good food to eat.

His Second Brother was also a “silly sweet.”

Just an annoying kind of “silly sweet.”

“If you want to earn money, you can come here and work, I’ll pay you five times more than others,” he thought to change Tong Erlang’s laziness with money.

“How much can I get?”

“Making small parts, as long as you can make them, I’ll give you one hundred wen for each. You’re going to be a dad soon, you should have some silver on hand, shouldn’t you?”

One hundred wen!

Tong Erlang’s eyes lit up, and he immediately fired off questions.

When Tong Sanlang brought over a small wheel, Tong Erlang’s eyes dimmed again, and he looked annoyed, “You know I don’t know carpentry!”

“Learn. Anyway, you’re just sleeping here,” Tong Sanlang said with a calm gaze.

“We’ll see,” Tong Erlang had already finished the rice in his bowl and reluctantly handed the bowl to Tong Sanlang, not forgetting to remind him, “Leave more for tonight!”

Tong Sanlang “…”

He frowned, “No work, no food!”

Leaving these ice-cold words behind, he turned and went back toward the Warehouse Courtyard.

Qiao Xiaomai actually knew where Tong Sanlang had gone, but she didn’t say a word. Seeing Tong Sanlang return with a cold face, she didn’t ask.

Tong Sanlang had never given up on Tong Erlang, but seeing how Tong Erlang was like a bad case of sludge that wouldn’t stick to the wall, if this continued, Tong Sanlang was afraid he was going to give up, right?

It would be for the best if he gave up. Then he could settle down and live a steady life with her.

In the afternoon, the four of them continued their discussions, with Tong Erlang beginning to get bored outside the door.

The small wheel that Tong Sanlang had given him to make was too intricate; he was sure he couldn’t do it, having no foundation in carpentry at all. Well, just wait then!

Soon, the sun set, and Qiao Xiaomai started cooking again.

This time she didn’t leave any vegetables, only a Steamed Bun.