Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Qin Gener's smile was full of embarrassment. She rarely took the initiative to speak. These days, she had said a lot of things about Luo Mingyue and wasted a lot of time.

Song Tingran took the amulet. It was small and exquisite. Looking at it carefully, it was true that this thing could not be made by just one person.

There are incomprehensible runes painted on it, which should be the lucky paper Qin Gen'er just mentioned.

Folded together, you can't see all the contents inside, but only reveal a triangular shape, which is very mysterious.

The outside is made of rags sewn together. At first glance, I think this piece of fabric is very fancy. But if you look closely, you will see that it is actually made of different rags spliced ​​together.

There are also various triangles and stitches that can't be seen from the outside. This thing is time-consuming and laborious. Qin Gen'er doesn't know how long it took to complete it.

"I'll send this to Luo Mingyue, that's fine, but I have to say it was you."

"No, no, boss, his situation is already very difficult. If word spreads that I did it, it will only become more difficult for him. It's better not to say anything about it."

"How good is that? I can't say I bought it."

Qin Gen'er hesitated for a moment and said, "Then let's just say I bought it."

Song Tingran took the amulet and went to the embroidery workshop. Qin Gen'er quickly returned upstairs and continued working.

"Master wife."

Chang Yuqiao was arranging silk threads with Li Zhuangzhuang and the others, and was very happy to see Song Tingran coming.

Even though we see each other every day, even though the embroidery workshop is right next to my home, I feel happy when I see her.

"I haven't been here for a few days. Are you busy?"

"It's not busy. Xingzi and the others have taken good care of it. The goods for Moxiang Embroidery Workshop are almost there. I'll sort them out in the next few days and then send them out."

"Okay, where is Luo Mingyue?"

Chang Yuqiao pointed to the storage room. Luo Mingyue and Zhu Yuan were looking for cloth with dark patterns.

Song Tingran walked over.

Zhu Yuan: "Dong, Dong, Dongjia...Okay."

Luo Mingyue: "Master, you are here, I will get you a glass of water."

"It's not busy. Just say a few words and leave in a moment. Come here for a moment."

Zhu Yuanyan and Song Tingran came to see Luo Mingyue. He continued to work. Song Tingran and Luo Mingyue stood at the door of the embroidery workshop. It was still early and there were not many guests coming.

"You should wear this amulet close to your body for a month. Even if you are washing yourself or something, keep it by your side."

Luo Mingyue had never seen such a strange amulet, but he trusted Song Tingran and took it.

"Master, did you ask for this specially for me?"

"Uh, not really. Qin Gen'er made it with her own hands. She said her family's customs would be helpful to you. I bought it from her, so you don't have to worry about it. If you go out and buy it in the store, it's also made by people. ah."

Luo Mingyue's impression of Qin Gen'er still remained on that day when he went to deliver fruits. He was an honest and honest person, a little evasive in his words, but he had a warm heart.

"Thank you, boss, and thank you Miss Qin."

"Okay, go to work, remember, wear it for a month."

Song Tingran was about to leave, but Luo Mingyue suddenly stopped her again and followed her a few steps away, her eyes already starting to turn red.

Next, he knelt down right at the gate of the embroidery workshop, "My boss, I have always wanted to apologize to you, but I still dare not. I will live a good life in the future and live up to your hard work."

This was so sudden. Chang Yuqiao and Han Congxing in the lobby, and Li Zhuangzhuang all saw it through the front yard. They stopped arranging the threads in their hands and looked over here, wondering what was going on.

"If you think so, I'll be relieved. Get up quickly. The guests will be here soon."

Luo Mingyue agreed and stood up slowly. A big stone finally fell to the ground in her heart.

Song Tingran returned home.

Luo Mingyue also hurried back to the room and put the amulet on the inner waist. This should be considered a very close fit. He had figured it out since he tried to commit suicide.

Better to die than live.

What's more, if he has people who care about him and can live well, he should work harder.

Song Tingran arrived at home and saw that everything was normal, so he sat on a chair in the outer courtyard and drank tea.

It was a pleasant thing, but she just felt like there was a gaze staring at her.

She raised her eyes and met Xiao Yuchen's gaze. He was standing at the door of the kitchen, half of his body exposed, as if he was observing carefully.

Oops, this was the first reaction in Song Tingran's mind. She had forgotten about Xiao Yuchen making mung bean soup.

At the same time, Xiao Yuchen was also panicking. Song Tingran had not come back for such a long time. His mung beans had been washed clean and the stove was burning vigorously, but no one was there.

Finally, there was movement in the courtyard. He looked through the window and found that Song Tingranzi was drinking tea comfortably in the courtyard and did not come to help in the kitchen as promised.

In this way, Xiao Yuchen thought hard and felt that this was a test given to him by Song Tingran, and he wanted to practice his cooking skills.

Then he quietly cooked mung bean soup, and watched carefully through the window from time to time.

After seeing Song Tingran not leaving or entering the kitchen, Xiao Yuchen became more sure of his idea and continued to cook hard.

However, no talent means no talent. Now for some reason, the mung bean soup couldn't be cooked well. He just tasted it without accepting his fate. It tasted really bad.

Song Tingran and Xiao Yuchen kept looking at each other, and their moods were very complicated.

Song Tingran thought in her mind: What should I do? My brain is short-circuited. Why did I forget it? How should I quibble? No, it’s an explanation.

Xiao Yuchen's heart: It's over. I can't even cook a small mung bean soup. My wife will definitely be very disappointed.

Song Tingran stood up and walked over. Xiao Yuchen held the spatula in Xiao Yuchen's hand tightly.

"My wife, my mung bean soup is not ready yet. It will be ready after a while. You can have some more tea."

"Ah? You've already cooked it?" Song Tingran was surprised, because this big pot looked pretty good, at least in terms of appearance, it was normal.

"Ah...it's cooked."

In the silence, Song Tingran quickly filled out a large bowl in order to make up for his mistake, and Gudu took a big gulp.

The drink is solid and not fake at all.

Did you make a mistake? Why is it salty and sweet? I didn't look carefully just now, but now there is a layer of oil floating on the surface.

Xiao Yuchen tasted it himself. He only took a sip and spit it out, but now Song Tingran didn't.

"My wife, what do you think of the taste?"

"I think what you make is delicious, very unique and unique."

Xiao Yuchen was very happy when he saw it. It seemed that his eldest brother was right. Everyone's preferences are different. If you don't like it, maybe others like it.

"Then I'll take it to the workers."

"No!" Song Tingran almost shouted, "Not everyone can appreciate this kind of good stuff, so I won't give it to them. I'll drink it."