Siheyuan starts a 100,000-acre farm

Although it was already dark, Li Aiguo drove here. Although he had drunk alcohol, Qin Jingru's driving skills were quite good now.

Therefore, he rejected the Qin's father and mother's request to stay. As for the Qin brothers, they had already gone to sleep somewhere, obviously because they were drunk.

Qin Jingru drove Li Aiguo home. In the car were some pickles that Qin Jingru brought back. This little girl would never forget Li Aiguo at any time.

Today is an important day, but Qin Jingru still didn't forget Li Aiguo's favorite thing, and brought the pickles made by Qin's mother into the car early in the morning.

In fact, Li Aiguo's love for pickles is not a disguise. In his mind, although pickles are not a precious ingredient, they are a delicious dish that can be used to adjust the taste when the taste is bland.

Every time he tasted pickles, he could feel a unique sense of satisfaction, especially when he drank porridge in the morning with a small dish of pickles. Although the taste was not the most delicious in the world, it was definitely comfortable to eat.

Li Aiguo doesn't know if other people have this hobby, but he likes it very much. He has seen many friends in the south who don't eat pickled vegetables, so it can only be said that everyone has different preferences.

No matter what he eats, he always likes to add some pickles to change the taste.

In fact, for Li Aiguo, pickles are no longer a simple dish, but a form of emotional sustenance.

Whenever he tasted pickles, he would think of the scene of his mother pickling pickles in his previous life. That was when he was very young, and even in his previous life, the figure was not very clear.

At that time, the family was not well off, but my mother would always pickle some vegetables so that the family would have more choices when eating.

Li Aiguo remembers that his mother always added some chili peppers, ginger, chopped green onions and other things to the pickles to make them more delicious.

That is the love that belongs only to a mother. It doesn’t make you choke when you eat it. When Li Aiguo was a child, he could even eat it as a snack. His favorite thing was to put the fermented beans on the freshly picked cucumbers.

I just picked some juicy cucumbers from the vegetable garden, then used chopsticks to pierce a hole in them from top to bottom, and finally stuffed the fermented soybeans inside.

The freshness of the cucumber, paired with the dried fermented soybeans, has an impact on his taste buds that he can never forget. Especially the light spiciness and saltiness of the fermented soybeans and the freshness of the tender cucumber, which is simply a delicacy on earth.

Maybe life was not good at that time and there was not much to eat, but Li Aiguo thought it was delicious, so much so that it became the taste in his memory.

It’s just a pity that Qin’s mother doesn’t make fermented beans, but pickled cucumbers and pickles are fine. At least to Li Aiguo, the taste is somewhat like that of his previous life.

For some unknown reason, Li Aiguo went out to buy pickled vegetables more than once, but he couldn't buy the ones made at home.

Maybe it’s my mother’s taste, or maybe it’s the craftsmanship, but even with the same recipe, the taste is always different.

It’s hard to say which one tastes better, it’s just a matter of personal preference. For example, Li Aiguo likes it very much, but Qin Jingru is a little tired of it.

But it’s not that she hates it. It’s just that when this dish is on the table, Qin Jingru will take a few bites with her chopsticks. When this dish is not on the table, Qin Jingru won’t miss it.

I don't know if it's because of Li Aiguo, but Qin Jingru seems to be slowly falling in love with Xiao Xiancai now, at least not like when they first met.

Li Aiguo still remembers Qin Jingru's little look. The little girl frowned and said in confusion: How can this thing taste good? How did you make it taste good? And you can even eat it.......................

Whenever he thought of these, he would feel a warm family atmosphere and something from his previous life, which is one of the reasons why Li Aiguo likes pickles.

As time went by, Li Aiguo's love for pickles did not diminish, but became stronger and stronger. Perhaps it was related to something in his past life, or perhaps he felt lonely.

This might be the reason why he wanted to marry Qin Jingru. After all, this little girl was definitely the person he loved most in the world.

Because Li Aiguo was drunk, he did not drive, but sat in the passenger seat instead of his boss seat.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, because of the car lights, he could vaguely see the trees outside the window. Li Aiguo was in a daze, as if he was lost in some memories.

Qin Jingru thought that Li Aiguo had been drinking, so she did not disturb Li Aiguo's memories, but drove quietly, as if the world had fallen into silence.

The car was driving on a country road, but Li Aiguo didn't feel much bumps, not because the car was good, but because he didn't have the heart to think about it.

For some unknown reason, Li Aiguo's memory of his past life became clearer and clearer. He could even recall things that he had no memory of in his past life.

He didn't know the reason, maybe it was because of the marriage, or it could be because of the body strengthening fluid. Li Aiguo didn't know if it was a bad thing.

But overall he didn't feel disgusted, but he couldn't say he was happy either. It was an emotion that couldn't be expressed in words, and this feeling was the first time he had felt it since his rebirth.

I don't know how long the car drove, I only heard Qin Jingru say softly:

"Aiguo, we're home. Are you sleepy?"

Li Aiguo finally reacted and said weakly:

"Well, there are some,"

Li Aiguo seemed a little unwell. Although Qin Jingru was a little worried, she didn't take it too seriously. She thought Li Aiguo was tired from doing farm work during the day.

After all, no matter how good Li Aiguo's physical fitness is, he has never done farm work. Qin Jingru knows very well how tiring farm work is.

Especially for someone like Li Aiguo who has never done any housework, it takes ten times the effort of professional farmers. After all, he has no experience and doesn't know how to do it in the most labor-saving way.

Li Aiguo got out of the car and returned to bed, feeling exhausted. His body seemed to be hollowed out, and every cell was calling for rest.

Although he was not very tired physically, he always felt very tired mentally. He lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, lying quietly, closing his eyes.

Qin Jingru felt warm when she saw Li Aiguo's look. She knew that Li Aiguo must be exhausted. She took off his shoes and socks and brought him water to wash his feet, just like when he was a child.