I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 152 What are you asking about?

Qiao Qingyu lifted her eyes and asked with a smile, "Have you had lunch?"

He Xiuyu’s hands continued their motions, his voice somewhat bland, "I haven’t eaten yet."

And his hands kept on weaving the willow branches, bringing the right side’s branches towards the left, and because no real weight needed to be supported, he placed a rattan in the middle as the keel. Then he continued weaving from right to left, forming a grapevine arbor.

Wait another month, and the arbor above would be covered with grape leaves, and by autumn, it might even bear a few bunches of grapes.

After all, it was a product of the laboratory; its quality was certainly assured.

Qiao Qingyu turned to look at Xiao Hu and Rongrong standing beside her, "You two help Uncle out, I’ll go make lunch for you."

The two children nodded happily.

As Qiao Qingyu walked to the door, she heard He Xiuyu’s clear voice rise from behind, "Comrade Qiao Qingyu, I’d like to eat stir-fried hot peppers with potato slices."

Qiao Qingyu pointed to the mushrooms in the willow basket, "You’ve come back at a good time today, we just went mushroom picking, I’ll stir-fry some mushrooms with hot peppers for you."

He Xiuyu’s lips curled up slightly, then he resumed his weaving of the willow branches. His task was to weave the branches into a web to cover the entire grapevine arbor.

The weaving technique was intricate; from the steps, the arch of the grape arbor looked standard.

Who had he learned this from?

Qiao Qingyu began to cook, glancing occasionally at He Xiuyu who was standing on a stool while she prepared the food.

Was this guy dealing with something?

Actually, since he had given her a tractor, this was their third encounter.

To say that marrying a man like He Xiuyu was not easy was an understatement, but Qiao Qingyu was not one to just stay at home either, so the two of them were quite evenly matched now.

Qiao Qingyu had come back with the two kids late today, otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked He Xiuyu if he had eaten since they reached home at one in the afternoon.

It looked like He Xiuyu had been back for over an hour already.

With efficient movements, Qiao Qingyu cleaned the mushrooms, washed them several times, blanched them in a pot, squeezed out the water after fishing them out, and set them aside. She had passed by the supply and marketing cooperative and had a look; there was still no meat. It was said that this wasn’t the season for slaughtering pigs.

Naturally, pork was scarce.

She still had some meat oil left, used half a spoonful, heated it up, and then stir-fried it with green onions and ginger until fragrant before tossing in a plate of hot peppers. Soon after, she added cabbage leaves and mushrooms to the pot.

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The appetizing fragrance wafted out from the open kitchen door.

Xiao Hu swallowed his saliva and handed willow branches to He Xiuyu with even more diligence.

Rongrong ran to the kitchen entrance, smiling at Qiao Qingyu with crescent eyes.

Inhaling the aroma of the stir-fried hot peppers and mushrooms, He Xiuyu’s restlessness gradually soothed.

After the meal, the two kids continued to help He Xiuyu with the grape arbor until it was time to call it a day when the sun set.

From a distance, it looked almost like a piece of art.

He Xiuyu’s craftsmanship was really good.

He swept the yard and mopped the cement floor inside the house; Qiao Qingyu sneaked glances, thinking it wouldn’t be bad if it continued like this.

In the evening, Qiao Qingyu wrapped wontons.

The wonton filling made of egg, diced mushrooms, and finely chopped spring onions and green peppers was not only good-looking but also delicious. A bit of seaweed was placed at the bottom of the soup, topped with minced cilantro.

The moon had climbed atop the Poplar tree, and the silvery moonlight gently showered down, casting a light veil over the land.

Qiao Qingyu stepped out of the house, and at this moment, He Xiuyu was not in the study; he sat on the cement steps at the door.

The weather in July was already very hot.

Qiao Qingyu had also changed into a nightgown, made for her by Han Xianglan when she was at Qiao Family Team, from a design she had drawn. Han Xianglan finished it in one day with her sewing machine.

It must be said that Han Xianglan’s hands were truly skillful; she spent another day embroidering little flowers with yellow thread around the neckline, the cuffs, and the hem of the dress.

Qiao Qingyu liked it very much, especially since the cotton fabric was genuinely breathable, although a bit thick.

As she stood on the steps, He Xiuyu, with his back to her, detected the sound of footsteps behind him. But he didn’t turn around; instead, he sat on the steps, his legs bent, with his hands resting on his knees.

Qiao Qingyu glanced over and was surprised to see a cigarette in his hand, which was unlit, and he just kept rolling it between his fingers.

He really seemed to have something on his mind.

It wasn’t that Qiao Qingyu was particularly sensitive, but rather that He Xiuyu’s mood was intensely palpable.

"Why aren’t you sleeping?" He Xiuyu spoke softly, "You’ve had a hard day."

Indeed, Qiao Qingyu’s days were not easy; she had to help take care of Rongrong every now and then, cook three meals a day, and checked on the growth of thousand silk hemp and Barley Grass daily.

She wasn’t even eighteen yet, but often everyone seemed to unanimously overlook her age, including Old Wei and Old Xie.

Qiao Qingyu smiled, "Today was okay, I just took the kids to pick mushrooms, then we came back..."

He Xiuyu, with his head drooping and pinching the cigarette, exuded an indescribable air of decay. After a moment of thought, Qiao Qingyu decided to show some concern. She asked, "He Xiuyu, do you have something on your mind?"

He Xiuyu looked up at Qiao Qingyu, who was standing below the steps.

Qiao Qingyu was beautiful, and to put it bluntly, at that moment, she resembled a bud ready to bloom under the moonlight.

Her eyes were clear and deep, filled with concern that couldn’t be faked. It was this genuine concern that softened He Xiuyu’s voice, "I’m fine, you should go back and rest."

Qiao Qingyu could not say she was disappointed or not. She didn’t press for answers and wasn’t intent on uncovering his secrets.

Since He Xiuyu was unwilling to talk, she let it be.

She stepped up, intending to go inside.

However, Qiao Qingyu suddenly remembered something she had always wanted to ask but never found the right moment. She withdrew her hand from the doorknob, and because she was wearing a dress and couldn’t comfortably crouch down, she bent slightly to look at He Xiuyu, "He Xiuyu, I have a question that I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while."

With gentle brows and a trace of a smile in his eyes, He Xiuyu said, "What’s your question? It seems like you’ve been holding it in for quite some time..."

"Yes," Qiao Qingyu nodded eagerly.

He Xiuyu’s voice, smooth as a gentle stream, flowed through the night, "Go ahead and ask."

Qiao Qingyu inspected He Xiuyu up and down, her expression serious, "He Xiuyu, I’ve always been curious—where do you hide your gun?"

Suddenly, the surroundings fell into silence.

It was as if the air itself had stopped moving.

The next second, He Xiuyu was startled, then seemed to catch his breath as he began to cough.

His cough wasn’t violent, but it left Qiao Qingyu staring with her watery eyes, puzzled.