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

Once they entered the hall and seated themselves, Yang Ye picked up a sweet potato strip with his chopsticks. He tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, then placed the rest on the plate in front of Yang Wenxiao.


Yang Wenxiao picked up the slightly shortened dried sweet potato with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He nodded afterwards, satisfied with the taste.


In the past, people also made dried sweet potatoes, but they simply sliced the sweet potatoes and let them dry out. The dried sweet potato strips, having lost their water content, could be preserved for a long time.


"Er...I didn't ask," Yang Ye shook his head.


Confronted with this sight, he had only been wondering how to change the color of the dried sweet potatoes. As for the method, he hadn't thought of it at all.


"Ask about it, and pass it on to your brother Xiaohao," said Yang Wenxiao.


Chapter 677: The Focus of Yang Wenxiao