Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 216 Rou'er, Come Over
On the other side, Mu Shuangwan and Zhang Lan chatted about life all the way. When they arrived at Li Ban's house, the kitchen smoke had already risen, and the fragrance of the food was wafting in the air. The two of them who had been working all morning suddenly drool .

Mu Shuangwan's eyes widened. "Great godfather can cook, godmother, you just picked up another bargain."

Zhang Lan also had the same expression as Mu Shuangwan, both surprised and curious, but she knew that this person was definitely not Li Ban.Li Ban only cares about scholars all day long, so how can he do these worldly things.

"No way, the old man can't cook!" Zhang Lan looked puzzled, and looked at her kitchen with a little more doubt.

"If it's not the godfather, who is it? Could it be those rural guys? It's impossible. I've only heard of people who get paid for doing things for others, but I haven't heard of people who do things for others and cook for them." Mu Shuang Wan smiled, and continued speaking. "Maybe it's the snail girl!"

In the next second, Mu Shuangwan's smile froze on her face, because at the door of the village chief's house, standing impressively was Shen Zhuo holding a spoon.

Mu Shuangwan doesn't know how to describe this shocking feeling. The 1.8-meter man has strong muscles, ahem, and eight-pack abs. This Mu Shuangwan has personally verified that he definitely has eight packs, but he holds It's not a knife, it's not a sword, it's a cooking...spoon.

Well, this chef is Shen Zhuo.

"Godmother, the meal is ready, you go in first!"

As usual, Shen Zhuo spoke to the two people standing there with a natural expression, but he only referred to one person, Zhang Lan.

Looking at the situation, Zhang Lan knew that Shen Zhuo might have something to say, so she walked in alone.

Mu Shuangwan stared blankly at the rest, looking at Shen Zhuo, she felt that Shen Zhuo seemed a little abnormal today, and seemed a little depressed.

Although normally, Shen Zhuo is expressionless, but today, his eyebrows are obviously 0.1 more curved than usual, that is to say, he is frowning subconsciously.

"Rou'er, come here!" As soon as Shen Zhuo spoke, his words were as strong as ever.

Mu Shuangwan tilted her head, but she didn't go forward. She stood there, still holding the wooden bucket containing the snails, motionless, like a statue.

But her heart was quite restless, Shen Zhuo was not happy, she naturally wanted to be the first to rush up to ask him why, but she knew that no matter how much she asked, if he didn't want to talk, it would definitely be useless, how about Let him speak for himself.

Seeing that his little daughter-in-law didn't come forward, Shen Zhuo stepped forward.

Rou'er, since you are unwilling to take that step, why not let me take it alone?
Shen Zhuo took three steps, and immediately embraced his wife in his arms. His broad arms wrapped her tightly, while Mu Shuangwan was leaning on Shen Zhuo's chest. She heard Shen Zhuo's embrace. In Zhuo's chest, the heart was beating thumpingly.

At this moment, the two seemed to have reached a kind of spiritual communication.

Mu Shuangwan felt her body tremble, and the question that had troubled her for a long time suddenly became clear.

She kept asking herself whether she was Mu Shuangwan or Chen Rou.

Now, she finally has the answer. In modern times, she is Mu Shuangwan, and in ancient times, she is Chen Rou.

It was from the moment she opened her eyes.

"Brother Zhuo, thank you!"

Thank you for guiding me to the present in my most difficult time, thank you for not giving up on me when I ran away from home.

Thank you, I met not others, but you.

From now on, she is Chen Rou, Chen Rou with the wisdom of the 21st century. (From now on, all the names that will appear in the book will be Chen Rou. As for the heroine’s modern name, I will use it when I write extra stories!)

(End of this chapter)