The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 49 The first kiss is gone
The next night, after eating, Qiao Wan squatted in the kitchen to wash the dishes. The weather was getting colder as the end of the year was approaching. Even the water for washing the dishes seemed to have been frozen in the refrigerator, which made her shiver.

At this time, a sound of footsteps approached, and a black shadow immediately covered it.

Qiao Guan couldn't hold it back for a while, and sneezed violently. She rubbed her nose and raised her head from the basin, looking at the person coming with her face flushed red from the cold.

"Cold?"

Fu Tianlang was holding a bunch of paper bags in his hand, and at a distance of a fist, Qiao Wan moved his nose, and easily smelled the aroma of fried chestnuts.

He patted her head and handed her the paper bag in his hand.

Qiao Wan took it with an "ah" and touched the rough paper bag with her little hand that was still red from the cold just now. The warm temperature was so comfortable that she let out a sigh.

He smiled again, took the dishcloth away, and squatted down to wash the dishes.

Qiao Guan stood aside foolishly, watching the job being robbed, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Lang, have you eaten yet? Elder sister left food for you in the cupboard, I'll go get it for you right away." Heat it up."

According to Qiao's father, Fu Tianlang went to a family in the town to do carpentry today, so he didn't come back for dinner at night. She was worried that he was hungry, so she started to walk in.

Fu Tianlang shook his head: "No, I ate it just now."

Seeing his good craftsmanship, the family enthusiastically kept him for dinner. When they left, they not only gave him some extra wages, but also gave him a pack of freshly baked fried chestnuts.

Qiao Wan let out an "oh", sniffed the scent of chestnuts, opened the paper bag, and found that it was only for one person...

"Is it for me?" Seeing the food, her eyes glowed in vain, and then she looked at him greedily.

Fu Tianlang couldn't help laughing, his normally serious facial features looked especially gentle now.

Qiao Wan didn't notice this, listening to the "ding ding" sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, she concentrated on eating chestnuts, peeled a piece and put it in her mouth, chew it, then peeled another piece and fed it to Fu Tianlang mouth, staring at him to chew... Soon the chestnuts in the paper bag will run out.

At this time, Fu Tianlang had already cleaned the bowls and chopsticks, and lowered his head to clean up the water basin at his feet.

Qiao Wan threw away the waste paper bag, rubbed her hands together to help tidy it up, and finally tidied it up properly. When she was about to go back to the house to rest, Fu Tianlang stuffed her with a newly made chain.

Qiao Wan took a closer look. Although it was also a bracelet made of stones, it was much more delicate than the first one, and the stones used were more transparent and round.

"Brother Lang..."

Fu Tianlang remained silent, and lowered his head to tie it on for her.

Then Qiao Wan looked at the back of him entering the bathroom to take a bath, her eyes darkened, it seemed that the calm lake of her heart had been inadvertently thrown a stone by the young man, and with a "boom", there were slight ripples.

The next day, when we went to the market, Qiao's mother put the cabbage grown at home into a basket and asked Fu Tianlang to set up a stall in the market. Qiao Wan didn't have to go to school and had nothing to do at home, so he followed along.

When she was leaving, she found that Fu Tianlang took out a box of wooden products from under the bed while no one was there. Qiao Guan leaned forward to take a look. Inside was a pile of spoons, chopsticks, and cosmetic boxes. Or lettering, are more beautiful than those sold in the store.

She was scrutinizing a wooden hairpin when her body suddenly lightened, and she was carried onto the wooden cart.

Then he held the handle and pushed the car with him.

Qiao Wan sat down on the wooden box and said to him, "I can walk."

He didn't lift his eyes: "Sit."

Qiao Wan blinked: "Aren't you tired?"

Fu Tianlang: "Not tired."

The small wooden wheel ran over the pebbles and bumped all the way, and the two entered the market.

Although the weather was cloudy, the market was still crowded with people. Qiao Wan and the others were lucky to find an open space in a place with a lot of traffic.

Qiao Guan watched Fu Tianlang lay out a piece of rag on the ground and place those small ornaments one by one, so he also shouted desperately.

"Take a look, take a look, ten yuan a piece, ten yuan a piece."

Fu Tianlang looked at her seriously for a while, and asked, "Where did you learn it?"

Qiao Wan blinked, didn't everyone shout that on TV?
He laughed, but didn't say anything else, but Qiao Wan's trick was really powerful, the clear and crisp childish voice attracted many customers, and Fu Tianlang's handwork was really good, soon, almost all the things they brought were sold out.

When the last cosmetic box was left, an old lady came over and wanted to take it away after taking out ten yuan.

Seeing that Fu Tianlang didn't even move her eyebrows, Qiao Wan thought to herself that with such a good handicraft, she must lose money if she sold it like this, so she stopped her and said, "This is not ten yuan."

The aunt let out an "ah" and hurriedly asked, "Didn't you say that everything was ten yuan?"

Qiao Wan still shook his head: "Everything else, this is not it."

The aunt hesitated, but seeing the exquisite workmanship of the box and the lifelike carvings on it, she said, "Twenty, if you don't sell it, forget it."

Qiao Guan blinked, and looked at him pitifully: "Auntie, my brother's hand was pricked to make this box, twenty is really not enough, please give me more."

The auntie glanced at them, and although she hesitated for a while, she really liked the box, so she bought two more and sold it for 40 yuan.

After everything on the stall was empty, Fu Tianlang sold the trolley again. The two of them counted. The vegetables grown by Qiao's mother sold for 20 yuan, and a box of Fu Tianlang's handmade products cost [-] yuan.

Today's delivery can be regarded as quite a lot, so the two packed up and decided to buy a la carte at the market.

Walking in the middle of the road, Qiao Guan took a bite of the biscuits and happily let Fu Tianlang lead her away. When she came to an antique stall, she stopped her legs.

She rubbed her eyes, staring fixedly at the porcelain bowl that was placed among a pile of bottles and jars. The rim of the bowl was covered with a layer of dust. Under the plain appearance, it looked like an ordinary bowl from a distance. bowl……

But she still didn't leave, she stood in front of the stall and looked carefully, thinking for a moment that she was dazzled...

"Wanwan?" Fu Tianlang called her from the side.

(End of this chapter)