Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Tong Sanlang put down his bowl and stood up to open the door.


Outside, Tong Xingda had a towel around his neck and a fan in his hand, fanning himself and wiping sweat as he walked.


Seeing the courtyard door open, he stepped in and asked, "Have you cooked yet?"


"What?" Tong Xingda was confused as he had never heard of this way of eating before.


"It's the leftover fat from cooking oil mixed with white rice," Tong Sanlang explained.


"You two are eating this after a long day?" Tong Xingda asked as he stepped into the kitchen.


A pleasant aroma filled the air. Tong Xingda took a deep breath, his dissatisfaction fading slightly. He glanced at Qiao Xiaomai by the stove, "Give me a bowl. And did you make that Sour Plum Soup today, Xiaomai?"


Qiao Xiaomai called out to him, and started to spoon out some white rice, "I didn't make it today."


Chapter 615: I Will Come Here for Meals From Now On