The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

You are already so old.

Lu Qingye doesn't have the greasy feeling of a thirty-year-old man at all.

In a blink of an eye, they have been together for several years. Time has not left any trace on this man, but has only increased his charm.

Thinking of the little girl who was aggressive towards me.

Meng Wantang sighed and said a little sourly, "Ah, men are all in their prime at 41. Mr. Lu's flower hasn't even bloomed yet, but he's already so popular with young girls. My flower has long passed its blooming season and is slowly withering."

Lu Qingye turned around speechlessly, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Ms. Meng Wantang, who is killing me, would you like to look at your face in the mirror? Do you think you are different from a few years ago? Am I the one who is getting younger and younger?"

Although Lu Qingye had no wrinkles on his face, he was worried that there was no room for anyone else in his heart.

He took her hand and placed it on his chest: "There is no room for anyone else here. Someone has moved in here domineeringly, but I can't bear to let her out."

Why did this man suddenly become like this?

But his tone was so sincere.

Meng Wantang felt a little overwhelmed for a moment. She felt that she was not suitable for such an atmosphere and was not very good at handling such a situation.

She grabbed a handful of it as if possessed by a ghost, and then said foolishly, "Oh, it feels really good."

Lu Qingye: "..."

If she didn't have another baby in her belly, she would definitely not be able to escape.

Meng Wantang met his deep, blazing eyes, blinked, and suddenly realized something, and said fearlessly: "What? Can't touch?"

"can."

His tone was flat.

It was so dull that the flames in his eyes burned eight feet high.

Meng Wantang was overjoyed.

She poked his abdominal muscles and said coquettishly, "I want to eat pickled fish."

“How to make pickled fish?”

Lu Qingye asked her.

Meng Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "It's actually very simple. The pickled cabbage must be the one grown in Shu."

This is a bit difficult.

But not a problem.

Lu Qingye lowered his head and said to her: "Then I'll go out and look for it to see where it's for sale, okay?"

"Okay."

Meng Wantang is very easy to talk to.

She watched the man go out and reached out to grab his sleeve: "It doesn't matter if you can't find it. You don't have to eat."

"Well, I'll go out and take a look."

Lu Qingye said as he walked out.

"If you have a car, remember to drive it."

"it is good."

Lu Qingye took the car keys and went out, driving the car, and came back more than an hour later.

He ran all over Wancheng before he found a couple from Shu. The woman had such pickled vegetables at home, so Lu Qingye bought all the jars of pickled vegetables from her.

He left a hundred dollars for others.

The couple didn't expect that the common pickled cabbage in every household in their hometown could make money. The hostess who didn't find it took the 100 yuan and said to her husband: "What do you think, can I make pickled cabbage and sell it?"

"Let's make some first and try. If we can't sell it, we can eat it ourselves. It won't be wasted anyway."

The male host thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.

He supports his daughter-in-law.

The hostess was a little uneasy, but she still went to the market the next day and bought a few jars, and then went to a fellow villager's house to buy a lot of vegetables.

Several years later, the Kimchi Queen said in an interview with a TV station: "The business opportunity is actually very simple. My husband and I went to Wancheng to make money, and he worked on a construction site. I could never find a job. He did the most tiring work alone and earned the least money. I was heartbroken at the time, but there was nothing I could do. Suddenly, a man drove a car to my house and wanted to buy our local pickled cabbage. He gave me 100 yuan directly and took away a jar of pickled cabbage. The jar of cabbage only cost five yuan. But he gave me 100 yuan. My husband and I saw the business opportunity and plucked up the courage to start making kimchi."

The woman listened to this, with deep gratitude in her eyes.

"Later, a very beautiful woman came to my house, and I realized that she was the gay man's lover. She was so beautiful, I had never seen such a beautiful woman, she was like a fairy from heaven. No, fairies were not as beautiful as her, she seemed to be shining."

The woman told the audience: "Don't think I'm exaggerating, what I said is true."

The host asked curiously, "Did she come to you to buy pickled vegetables?"

"You could say that." The woman couldn't help laughing when she thought of that day. "She was sending money."

The host was surprised: "Sending money?"

"Yes." The woman smiled nostalgically, "She saw me making kimchi and asked me with a smile, 'Are you making so much pickled cabbage to sell?' I nodded at the time. Then I heard her say, 'Can you sell all your pickled cabbage to me?' I was surprised and asked her how much she wanted. She said, 'I want a lot.' I was stunned at the time."

The audience's taste was instantly piqued.

The host was also fascinated by what she heard, but she still remembered her duties. She dutifully asked the question that the audience wanted to ask the most: "Why were you stunned? If she asked you to buy so many pickled vegetables, you could make a lot of money."

"Yes, it's a lot of money."

When the woman said this, there was a strong sense of pride in her eyes.

She said: "I foolishly asked her how much a lot was, and she told me it was more than I could imagine. She would provide me with the best working conditions and asked me to ensure the taste and make the most authentic sauerkraut. Later, after the first factory was built, I realized that all the sauerkraut I made was provided to Zhonghua Instant Noodles."

At this time, both the audience and others exclaimed.

No one in the program crew knew about this.

"That was my happiest time. I made a lot of money. My husband no longer had to work in the factory. My children were able to go to the best primary school and wear the most beautiful clothes. We also brought our parents here and settled down here. Our house in our hometown was also beautifully built. Everyone envied us. But I know that all this was brought by that woman. She is the richest woman, Ms. Meng Wantang."

As the woman spoke, she stood up and bowed deeply to the camera.

No matter whether it was the audience sitting in front of the TV, the audience at the scene, or other staff present, everyone was stunned.

The host's professionalism is still there.

She smiled and said, "What should I do? Why does every successful entrepreneur, celebrity, or other scientific researcher who appears on our show always secretly reveal a big secret? Ms. Meng Wantang is worthy of being the God of Wealth. She has really done a lot of good things. I can't imagine how many people she has helped."