70: Raising a wife, the whole village is inhaling the aroma of stewed meat.

Then, considering that Yu Yalan's matter was a bit complicated, he decided it was better to avoid trouble and didn't ask.

Instead, he diligently added firewood to the pot to heat it.

Zhou Qingwen stir-fried the chili peppers for a while, and soon they became a little pungent, causing his second sister-in-law to cough a few times.

Zhou Qingwen said, "Second sister-in-law, why don't you go outside for a while? It's getting a bit pungent here."

"It's nothing, just a little chili, I can handle it."

Zhou Qingwen put the wild boar meat in to sauté until fragrant, added a little soy sauce, stir-fried it, and then added cucumber cut into small pieces.

If you slice cucumbers and stir-fry them, they'll be mostly watery. But if you cut them into sections and don't add water, they won't have much moisture.

It smells especially good when stir-fried with chili peppers.

Zhou Qingwen finished cooking the first dish and started preparing the second...

After the dishes were cooked, the people who had been working in the fields returned one after another, and Yu Yalan had recovered. Her eyes were slightly pink, but it was not obvious unless you looked closely.

Zhou Qingwen washed his hands and wiped his face before saying, "Try all the dishes I cooked for lunch today!"

Zhou Jinfeng immediately laughed and said, "Third Uncle, the aroma of the food is different. It really is cooked by my third uncle! I just secretly ate a piece of meat, and it's so delicious!"

Sister-in-law Zhang Huayu immediately said, "You little rascal, you actually stole some vegetables to eat?"

"Mom, don't hit me, my head hurts!"

Zhang Huayu withdrew her hand again: "Does it really hurt?"

"No, it's not numb. Your hands are really strong, didn't you know?"

Zhou Qinghe laughed and scolded, "Well done! You little rascal, you're always so cheeky!"

"Oh, Dad, are you serious? I'm your own son!"

"So what if it's my own son? He's not as close as my wife!"

"Wife, sit down and eat."

Zhou Feitian couldn't help but tremble slightly on his shoulders, while Zhou Qinghe pursed his lips.

Do you watch your second and third children showing off their love every day?

He'll show off a bit today!

Zhou Qingshan's expression tightened slightly: "Wife, how are you feeling today?"

Second sister-in-law He Xiangxiang replied shyly, "It's fine."

Zhou Qingwen, wow, is this all just showing off their love?

"Wife, feed me!"

Yu Yalan picked up a piece of meat and gently placed it near Zhou Qingwen's mouth: "What's wrong? You want me to feed you? Is your hand bothering you?"

Yu Yalan said in a soft voice.

"I just think the food my wife cooks tastes the best!"

Yu Yalan said helplessly, "Stop being silly, eat it yourself!"

The two older brothers looked at their wives.

Liu Yue'e was clearly trying to hold back her laughter: "Sit down and eat."

Zhou Feitian's words gradually brought the scene of public displays of affection back to the normal state of family meals.

Zhou Jinfeng ate while scratching his head with his hand.

The food smelled delicious today, and the dishes smelled delicious too.

But why did he feel that his father, second uncle, and third uncle were all staring at their respective wives?

"Third Uncle, does your wife smell even better than the food?"

Zhou Feitian was eating when he suddenly started coughing: "Cough cough~ cough cough!"

Zhou Qingwen said with a mischievous grin, "You'll understand when you grow up!"

Zhou Qinghe immediately lowered his head and started eating.

Goodness gracious, this is a scene of suicidal behavior!

Is the wife more delicious than the food?

Zhou Qingshan placed a piece of meat in his wife's bowl: "Eat meat."

Second Sister-in-law blushed deeply.

"Um."

Did Yu Yalan see the meat in her bowl?

Her bowl originally contained only half a bowl of rice, but it was completely filled with meat.

Zhou Qingwen, too, put so much meat in her bowl?

Won't my family laugh at me?

She was genuinely embarrassed to eat so much.

Yu Yalan immediately said, "Don't put any more food on my plate, I can't finish it."

Liu Yue'e smiled and said, "Eat slowly."

Sister-in-law Zhang Huayu glanced at him, her face full of envy, and glared fiercely at her eldest brother.

The older brother didn't notice; he still picked up a piece of meat and put a big mouthful into his own mouth.

"The meat is fragrant and delicious."

Zhou Qinghe's words only made things worse. His sister-in-law put down her chopsticks and gently pinched his waist: "All you do is eat!"

Zhou Qinghe felt a sharp pain in his waist and immediately twisted the meat he was holding: "Xiaofeng, you eat the meat!"

Zhou Qinghe said with a smile, "Wife, you eat too."

Zhou Qinghe picked up a piece and stuffed it into his own mouth.

The sister-in-law looked shocked. This man... sigh. She took a deep breath and realized she would have to pick up the meat herself.

Sister-in-law Zhang Huayu picked up two pieces of meat with her chopsticks and took a big bite.

No one noticed that she glanced at her older brother, as if to say, "He'll be waiting for me tonight!"

After the family finished their meal, they got busy with other things, and another day passed.

Zhou Qingwen got up in the middle of the night and kissed Yu Yalan's lips.

Then I touched the clothes and put them on.

Last night, while we were admiring the moon, we brought out steamed egg cakes, canned fruit, red dates, and other treats, and laid them all out on the table. That was the happiest time for everyone, and we enjoyed the meal immensely.

Zhou Jinfeng, in particular, was constantly circling around the table.

He loved every dish and ate until he was stuffed.

We played in the courtyard for a long time afterward because we went to bed too late last night.

I only slept with Yu Yalan twice before letting her go to sleep.

After all, no matter how good that job is, it can't put food on the table.

A little relaxation can make you happy and give you a chance to conceive.

Although I don't know which pregnancy it was.

However, proper cultivation is essential.

The next day

Zhou Qingwen arrived at the brigade leader's house early, left half a pound of wild boar meat, and rode away on his bicycle.

He needs to go to the blacksmith's shop today to see if the darts have been made yet.

They were in a great mood the whole way.

I ran into a few acquaintances on the way and greeted them one by one.

Zhou Qingwen didn't offer them a ride.

After all, Zhou Qingwen was in a hurry, so he didn't have time to give them a ride.

Zhou Qingwen parked his bicycle outside the blacksmith's shop and locked it.

That's how it is these days; you have to lock your bicycle if you leave it outside.

Otherwise, your bicycle might disappear when you come back!

If he had to walk home, he would have to pay the team leader a new bicycle, which wouldn't be worth it.

Zhou Qingwen had been trying to find a bicycle ticket, but it was really hard to get one.

I wonder if I could get it by trying the black market?

The moment Zhou Qingwen entered the blacksmith's shop, his thoughts were still wandering.

Upon entering, he asked, "Master Zhuang, have I finished throwing my darts?"

Master Zhuang was very burly, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Little Yang, bring me those ten darts!"

"They're here!"

Xiao Yang ran quickly to get the tray, on which were ten darts neatly arranged, looking gleaming coldly!

Zhou Qingwen reached out and picked one up to examine it. "Not bad, the same weight as my old one, and the same style. I'm quite satisfied!"

Zhou Qingwen took out twenty yuan and said, "Master Zhuang, this is the rest of the money, please accept it."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Master Zhuang's hands were grimy. He took the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and continued hammering away.

"I won't keep you any longer, make yourself at home."

"Okay, I'll pack the bags and head back."

Zhou Qingwen quickly put the darts into a special bag and fastened the buttons one by one.

He then came out, got on his bicycle, and while riding, reached into the leather bag hanging on his body and touched the darts inside.

To be honest, there hasn't been any recent activity from those five people who robbed the towel factory of their wages.

That's strange...