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

Qiao An didn't say anything, but tiptoed over and found that Qin Feng was actually pouring oil.

She first poured the oil from the kitchen can into a jar, and then poured the oil from another jar into the kitchen's oil dispenser.

"Sister Qin, what are you doing?"

Qin Feng felt a sudden tightness in her back and quickly stuffed the glass bottle into her pocket.

"No...nothing."

Joan found it strange.

Stealing oil from the cafeteria would be somewhat understandable; even if she saw it, she wouldn't say anything.

After all, Qin Feng often took things from the cafeteria, so she was used to it.

But why do we need to change the oil?

She changes a whole bottle at a time, but there are only four people in her family, so she doesn't need that many.

"Didn't you leave work? Why are you back again?" Qin Feng asked guiltily.

"Oh, I left my car keys here."

Joanne took the car keys from the hook on the wall and this time she really left the cafeteria.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, locked the cafeteria door from the inside, and hid in the kitchen.

In a secluded spot not far from the black market, Joan put the tricycle into her spatial storage, changed into a jacket, put on a pair of blue corduroy pants, and finally tied on a scarf.

She arrived at her usual spot, and as soon as she sat down, someone came up to ask her questions.

The vegetables on the ground were sold out in no time.

Now that there's a machine tool factory in town, these workers, despite having money, can't buy anything of value.

The black market became a place they frequented.

The vegetables and fruits for today have all been sold out, and now all that's left in the large cloth bag in front of Qiao An are two packets of mung bean cakes.

This was also something she asked Mo Yuxuan to buy.

Mo Yuxuan was very clever; she specially bought this kind of traditional mung bean cake wrapped in paper.

Qiao An can sell without even changing the packaging.

Mung bean cakes are a rare treat; many people can't resist them when they see them.

"How much are the mung bean cakes?" A woman wearing a gray polyester shirt and green overalls squatted down.

"Five yuan a pack."

Five dollars? That's too expensive.

"I have some samples here, you'll know once you try them, you get what you pay for." As she spoke, Qiao An opened a small paper package containing sliced ​​mung bean cakes.

The woman picked up a small piece and put it in her mouth. The mung bean flavor was fresh and rich, and the outer skin was crispy and delicious. It was indeed tasty.

"I'll take both packs. Will you still sell mung bean cakes in the future?"

"Of course we'll sell them, but it depends on the timing. We can't always get our hands on such good snacks."

"I understand, I understand." The woman nodded repeatedly.

After selling the last two bags of mung bean cakes, Qiao An picked up the large cloth bag and prepared to leave.

I had only taken a few steps toward the alley entrance when I saw a familiar figure.

Qin Feng.

She was also wearing a scarf, but she hadn't changed her clothes, so Joan recognized her at a glance.

Didn't she despise private trading and the black market the most?

Several times when Qiao An mentioned the black market, Qin Feng was quite unhappy.

Filled with curiosity, Qiao An followed behind Qin Feng and soon discovered that Qin Feng was whispering something to a middle-aged woman.

After a while, Qin Feng handed the glass bottle from her bag to the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman opened it, smelled it, and then took out a roll of money and handed it to Qin Feng.

After the two completed the transaction, Qin Feng pulled her scarf up and hurriedly walked in another direction without leaving the black market.

Qiao pretended to be a buyer and followed her at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

There were quite a few people in the alley, and Qin Feng didn't notice her.

Qin Feng found the man standing in the corner with practiced ease. After whispering for a while, Qin Feng paid him, and he gave her two bottles containing cooking oil.

Joan was immediately confused.

Qin Feng both sells and buys oil.

What's she after?

If they steal oil from the cafeteria and sell it on the black market, what are they putting into the cafeteria's oil jugs?

You should know that there were only two people in the police station canteen: her and Qin Feng.

Moreover, those oils were "purchased" by Joan.

If anything goes wrong, either Qin Feng or I will be held responsible.

A sense of unease crept into Qiao An's heart, and she decided to come to the cafeteria early the next morning to see if there was anything strange about the oil in the kitchen.

Just as Joan was about to leave the black market, she saw a vendor selling candied hawthorns and bought two skewers to take back for her children.

They've never tried candied hawthorn before, so today we're giving the kids a surprise.

At this moment, Huo Chen and Huo Ning were playing in the mud in front of their house.

Since moving here, Huo Chen and Huo Ning have never dared to go far away; they just play in front of their own house.

The last time I visited the brigade, it was the farthest they had ever been from home.

Huo Ning had just taken out a White Rabbit candy from his pocket, ready to eat it.

A few teenagers walked over from a short distance away.

"Huoning! What are you eating?"

Jiang Xiaogang ran over and snatched the White Rabbit candy from Huo Ning's hand.

"Milk candy? You actually have milk candy to eat?"

Jiang Xiaogang licked his lips, quickly unwrapped the candy, and threw it into his mouth.

"My milk candy, that's my milk candy!" Huo Ning pouted and rushed over to snatch it.

But Jiang Xiaogang was the king of the village kids; he was almost ten years old and very strong.

He gave Huo Ning a shove, and Huo Ning fell flat on his backside.

Huo Chen's eyes reddened when he saw his younger sister being bullied.

"Don't you dare hit my sister!"

Huo Chen waved his little fists, wanting to punch Jiang Xiaogang, but after running two steps, he was pinned to the ground by several children following behind Jiang Xiaogang.

They groped Huo Chen, saying, "Brother Xiao Gang, he still has a White Rabbit candy in his pocket!"

Jiang Xiaogang's eyes lit up. "Where did you get your White Rabbit candies? Did you steal them from someone's house?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Huo Chen raised his head, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Huo Ning wiped away her tears and sobbed, "We didn't steal it, Mom gave it to us, give me back the White Rabbit candy."

Jiang Xiaogang held a White Rabbit candy in his hand and placed it in front of Huo Chen.

"If you want to take the candy back, it's simple, just crawl under my crotch, hahahahaha."

After saying that, Jiang Xiaogang assumed a horse stance.

"You two little beggars, don't think you're something just because you look decent now."

Jiang Xiaogang's family was poor, and he hadn't gone to school since he was ten years old. He usually led a group of children in the village, causing chaos and disturbances.

All the children in the village were afraid of them.

It turns out that Jiang Xiaogang liked to tease Huo Chen and Huo Ning, calling them little beggars.

But now, the little beggar has not only become clean, but also wears new clothes and can even eat White Rabbit candy.

Jiang Xiaogang felt resentful. They used to be about the same, so why were Huo Chen and Huo Ning able to live so well?

Seeing Huo Chen and Huo Ning's new clothes made him even angrier.

"Hurry up and climb!"

Huo Chen wouldn't climb. Qiao An feeds them White Rabbit candies every day, why would he be shameless for a piece of candy?

Seeing Huo Chen stubbornly refusing to move, Jiang Xiaogang pointed at Huo Ning and said, "If you don't climb, I'll throw Huo Ning into the mud right now!"

Huo Ning's face turned pale. She wanted to cry but dared not cry loudly, so she could only look at her brother.

Huo Chen, pinned to the ground, struggled desperately, but unfortunately, he was too young, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fight back against the older children.

"Don't touch my sister! Jiang Xiaogang, you bastard!"

"Dog, drag Huo Ning into the mud pit. A little beggar should act like a little beggar."

The boy named Gouzi was about six years old. He carried Huo Ning and walked towards the muddy pond next to him.

"Let go of my sister! Let go!"

"Brother, I'm scared! Waaaaah! Mommy! Mommy, help me!"

"I'll climb! Let go!" Huo Chen roared.