A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

"Dad, I'm telling the truth, that little girl is really strange." Liang Caili lowered her head.

Zhou Baoguo looked at Qiao An carefully and didn't think she was a shrew at all.

"Alright, just accept your fate. I'm warning you, don't cause trouble for that woman. She's hooked up with Aunt Shan now, and President Han even invited her to his house for dinner."

"This is meant for us, understand?"

Liang Caili wasn't stupid; she understood that Han Mo wanted to protect that woman.

"I see."

The usually arrogant and domineering Liang Caili had no choice but to admit defeat this time.

Resigned to his fate, he left the backstreet with all his belongings.

The young people who had been gathered around cheered when they saw this.

Then everyone gathered around the tricycle and started picking out clothes.

The commotion just now was quite loud and attracted a lot of people, who have now all become Qiao An's guests.

Everyone wants to wear trendy clothes, but if only you wear them, that's called being unconventional.

With more people buying it, I don't feel any psychological burden when I buy it myself.

As a result, more and more people gathered around the tricycle.

In addition, with the recent popularity of Hong Kong movies, how can young people walk around when they see the same clothes as the movie stars?

Around 4 PM, all the clothes were sold out.

Many new friends brought by regular customers arrived late and couldn't find anything suitable.

They also inquired about Qiao An's stall opening time tomorrow.

I plan to come early to snag some new clothes.

Joan pushed her tricycle to the phone booth and made a call to the guesthouse first.

I asked the front desk to tell Feng Sanqiang and Dabao that I would be going home later and that they should take care of their own dinner.

She walked into the alley, found a secluded spot, and took out a bag of pork ribs, a bag of dried mushrooms, two pineapples, four large mangoes, and dried tangerine peel she had bought from Guangyun City.

When you go to someone's house for a meal, there's no reason to go empty-handed.

Qiao An arrived at courtyard number 18 and gently knocked on the door.

Soon someone ran to open the door; it was a young soldier.

They knew Joanne, so they let her in without asking any questions.

The two of them even helped her carry the tricycle inside.

This was Qiao An's first time visiting a courtyard house.

The courtyard is very large, with several stone-paved paths leading to the main house, side rooms, and toilet.

The east wing was the kitchen, and sounds were coming from inside.

Qiao An hurried inside and found Shan Cuilan squatting on the ground staring at something, as if she was studying something.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Joan asked.

"You're here." Shan Cuilan waved to her. "Come and take a look. What is this thing? I've been looking at it for a long time and I still don't understand. I asked those two young men, but they didn't know how to use it either."

Qiao An looked down and saw that it was a gas cylinder.

She suddenly realized that in the novel, Pingjing was developing rapidly, but gas cylinders were not yet widespread; only wealthy families or public officials had them.

Dan Cuilan just came from the countryside, so she probably only knows how to use a coal stove or a wood-fired stove. Of course, she wouldn't know how to use a gas cylinder.

Looking at the ingredients cut on the cutting board, Shan Cuilan must have been studying them for quite some time.

"Grandma, this is called a gas cylinder. It's used for cooking, but it can be dangerous if you don't use it properly."

"Okay, I'll cook dinner tonight. After dinner, I'll teach you how to use it."

"You're going to cook?" Shan Cuilan waved her hands repeatedly. "How can that be? You're a guest, coming to our house for dinner. How can we let a guest cook?"

Qiao An chuckled, "Grandma, I'm not bragging, but everyone who eats my food says it's delicious. I've even taken over two food stalls at the machine tool factory canteen in town. You should try my cooking."

Dan Cuilan hesitated for a moment.

Firstly, she genuinely didn't know how to use this thing called a gas cylinder.

Secondly, Qiao An said that it could be dangerous if not used properly, and she had just arrived in Pingjing and couldn't cause trouble for her son.

After much deliberation, Shan Cuilan had no choice but to agree.

She wanted to watch from the sidelines, but if she were there, how would Qiao An use the seasonings in her space?

Before long, Shan Cuilan was pushed into the main room by Qiao An.

Joan locked the kitchen door from the inside.

They cooked inside in a down-to-earth manner.

I made braised pork ribs, stir-fried mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms and bok choy, and also used the ingredients prepared by Shan Cuilan to make pork and cabbage stew with glass noodles and hot and sour shredded potatoes.

Finally, cook a large pot of rice, enough for five people.

Han Mo took a car to the courtyard house as soon as he got off work.

He only found out today that his mother was coming to Pingjing. There was really no time to spare. He spent the whole afternoon looking for a suitable nanny. He found a good one, but she wouldn't be able to come for another three days.

These past few days, I've had to send someone to deliver meals to my home.

Han Mo and his guards pushed open the door and entered, when they suddenly smelled a rich fragrance.

That sound came from the kitchen.

The two young soldiers responsible for protection were already completely captivated by the fragrance.

The fragrance was so strong it forced its way into my nose; just one whiff felt like my brain was going to explode.

He unconsciously began to swallow his saliva, and his eyes were fixed on the kitchen.

Han Mo had been eating Shan Cuilan's cooking since he was a child, so he naturally knew that this was not the aroma of her stir-fries.

"Who's in the kitchen?" Han Mo had already guessed the answer as soon as he asked the question.

Because he saw the tricycle parked in the corner.

"Reporting to Director Han, it's that woman selling clothes at the alley entrance."

Just then, Joan's last dish was also ready.

She opened the kitchen door and saw Han Mo as soon as she stepped out the door.

Hello, Uncle.

Go help her serve the dishes.

"Yes."

Han Mo's bodyguard, Xiao Yuan, quickly ran over.

"I'll help you."

Qiao An withdrew her hand and laughed, "There's more inside, you can take those."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuan went into the kitchen and saw the dishes on the table next to the stove.

The aroma was incredibly enticing, and each dish was vibrantly colored, looking even better than what the civil servants at Director Han's house would make.

Xiao Yuan carefully carried the dishes toward the main room.

Han Mo lifted the curtain for Qiao An, and the two entered the main room. Upon seeing them, Shan Cuilan stood up.

"Son, you know how embarrassing it is. We invited Qiao An over for dinner, and I was going to cook a few dishes, but I didn't know how to use that jar you brought, so in the end, Qiao An cooked the meal."

"And look, this meat, and these mushrooms, she brought them herself."

Joan placed the dishes on the table and joked, "Hey! It's no big deal, just a meal. You can treat me again in a few days, right?"

"That's right, Grandma will make you something nice to eat in a few days." Shan Cuilan pulled Qiao An to sit down.

She looked behind Han Mo, "Where's Feng Ying? Why didn't she come with you?"

"There was a slight mishap in an experiment. Their team has to work overtime to troubleshoot the problem today, so they probably won't be going home tonight." Han Mo took off his coat.

Xiao Yuan took it and hung it on the clothes rack.

"Xiao Yuan, get some food for those two young soldiers outside and let them rest for a while."

"yes!"

Qiao An quickly said, "Uncle, I have prepared separate meals for those two comrades. They are in the kitchen. Just let them eat there."

Han Mo was somewhat surprised. "Not bad, very thoughtful."

"Xiao Yuan, let them go to the kitchen to eat."

"Yes."

A short while later, Xiao Yuan returned.

"Please sit down too. There are no outsiders at home today, let's eat together."

When Han Mo spoke, Xiao Yuan sat down, his back very straight.