Nine Zero, the cannon fodder wife of the paranoid boss is reborn

Chapter 26 He Coaxed Her With Maltose

Bai Lu's thoughts drifted further and further away, and no one sitting beside her noticed it until there was an extra piece of meat in the bowl, and the fragrant smell drew out the glutton in her stomach.

Only then blushed back to his senses, and lowered his head to pick up the rice.

There seemed to be a faint chuckle from the man next to his ear, and immediately after that, there was another piece of meat in the bowl.

It's not fatty meat, it's twice-cooked meat that is all lean except for a small layer of skin. She usually picks it up a lot.

The night is as cool as water, but the atmosphere at the dinner table tonight is better than the previous two days. The low-pressure volcano is not about to erupt. Although there are still peppers, the spiciness has dropped a lot.

Xiao Wei felt that the chestnut was somewhat useful, and it was worth his pains to bury it for so long.

So, when Bai Lu proposed after dinner that he wanted to use the chestnuts he had stored to start a small business with him.

Xiao Wei pushed it to Xiao Cheng without even thinking about it. The house belongs to Xiao Cheng, and the chestnut tree naturally also belongs to Xiao Cheng.

He just helped to pick up the chestnuts that fell on the ground, beat down the ones that didn't fall, wash them and put them in bags for storage. He should ask his elder brother how he decided.

Bai Lu was lying on the bed with her side facing the wall, the quilt was not covered yet, she was folded into a straight line and separated in the middle of the bed.

Just as she was thinking hard about how to speak, a big hand suddenly stretched out and touched her stomach. The cool touch penetrated into the skin through the sweater, and she subconsciously wanted to slap it away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, a man's deep voice sounded behind his ears: "Don't move."

He, touching his own child?
Bai Lu was like a prey caught by a hunter, her body was stiff, she didn't dare to move, every nerve in her body was tense, her head seemed to be shot, her head went blank, and her thoughts just turned into ashes.

The heart beats to the throat, and the stomach is careful even when inhaling, trying not to shrink, for fear of being worn out.

Bai Lu was not the kind of person who couldn't eat when she was angry, but ate more. Even though she took a walk in the yard to digest food after the meal, her stomach was still slightly swollen.

But no matter how hard it is, the fake is still fake.

After all, the 3 yuan belly is her fault, she should bow her head and speak first, then she has to speak.

"I……"

As soon as the first word was uttered, Wei Liang's big hand grabbed the hand that was casually resting on the side of the bed and turned it over.

A small thing was stuffed, and there was a hint of sweet fragrance, floating from the palm of the hand to the stagnant small space on the bed.

With the help of the dim light, Bai Lu could clearly see what was in her hand, a white and bright malt candy.

In this era, maltose did not have colored sugar paper, it was simply cut into small cubes, small long round pieces, and irregular small sugar cubes, which were sold by the pound.

She froze for a moment, then turned around, eyes as clear and bright as glazed glass, fixedly staring at the man who was also lying on his side, the words stuck in her throat, turned a thousand times.

Faced with that calm, stern face, it disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Xiao Cheng seemed to know that she would turn around, his deep eyes looked over the long-folded quilt, focusing on a certain position, and from the beginning to the present, he never left her eyes.

"I don't want to eat maltose, let's see what I do?"

Xiao Cheng took out another piece of malt candy out of nowhere, and stuffed it into the mouth of the girl who was staring blankly at him.

Her eyes are too bright, like the bright moon in the sky, surrounded by thousands of stars, bright and shining, clean and innocent, pure and moving, it makes him feel impulsive...

"Did you buy it for me?" Bai Lu asked suddenly.

The maltose in the mouth melted on the tip of the tongue, sweet, and slid from the throat to the heart.

Xiao Cheng was stared at by her intently, and the tips of his ears blushed silently.

He withdrew his gaze, withdrew the hand that had slipped as she turned around, and said nonchalantly: "Isn't it delicious?"

"good to eat."

She is an honest and good child.

"En." Xiao Cheng said concisely.

The calm tone seemed to be nonchalant, but Bailu's sharp eyes saw the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

What a sullen and arrogant man!
Bai Lu suddenly felt that he was actually not that bad at talking, so she immediately pulled back the quilt lying in the middle of the bed, covered her body, and turned sideways to face him.

Holding maltose in his hand and pillowing it under his face, he smiled very sweetly: "Are the sugar-fried chestnuts I made today delicious?"

Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar were placed on the Eight Immortals table in the main room. After dinner, she saw Xiao Cheng took one and ate it.

Xiao Cheng thought of the sweet chestnuts in the paper funnel, frowned slightly, and raised his eyes to meet Bai Lu's little eyes full of expectation, a smile sweeter than fried chestnuts in sugar.

Nodding lightly: "Not bad."

Bai Lu smiled brighter, like a sunflower in full bloom: "I want to sell sugar-fried chestnuts on the street."

The chestnut is his, as long as he agrees.

The humble chestnut can make money, which is a happy thing for everyone, but Xiao Cheng frowned after hearing this, "Is it because I didn't give you money, or you have no money to use?"

"No, I still have money."

Bai Lu almost couldn't keep up with Xiao Cheng's thought jump, why are he and her not on the same channel: "I mean, anyway, chestnuts are stored anyway, why not sell them for money, make the best use of them, and buy more of what we need Things, or save it for other uses, how good it is!"

"Besides, our chestnuts are picked from our own trees, and there is almost no cost. There are no sugar-fried chestnuts sold on the street. We have an exclusive secret recipe. It's a new thing! People who haven't tasted it will be more curious, and the business is sure. It won't go anywhere."

I thought that after a reasonable explanation, Xiao Cheng would definitely agree, but after listening to it, Xiao Cheng's originally calm face suddenly became gloomy like the sea.

The person also lay back flat, his dark eyes were facing the top of the mottled mosquito net, and the air pressure around his body was reduced to the lowest.

The voice changed from before to light, as cold as a cold pool: "There are not many chestnuts, you keep them for yourself."

Is this disagreement? ? ?
Bai Lu immediately lifted the quilt and got up: "But I can't eat that much. Chestnuts can be stored buried in the sand, but they will dry out after a long time. I will leave some for you to eat, and the money from the sale will belong to you." ,is it okay?"

Xiao Cheng remained unmoved, pulled the rope to turn off the light, closed his eyes, and refused indifferently.

"sleep."

Bai Lu felt that he was simply inexplicable and unreasonable. He was obviously fine just now, but he changed as soon as he said it.

He doesn't need to sell the chestnuts, but the money he gets goes to him. Why refuse such a good thing?

Why refuse for no reason!

Bullies can be arbitrary and unreasonable, even more unreasonable than women!

The more Bai Lu thought about it, the more angry she became, she crunched the unfinished maltose in her mouth and chewed it hard.

The one in his hand was also buried under the pillow, he lay down gasping for breath, and pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

sleep! ! !

The nights suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Xiao Wei had just had a good night's sleep, and when he got up the next morning, he felt low air pressure again.

And this time, it was not ordinary horror.

Because of the terrifying low pressure, which originated from Xiao Cheng, it spread throughout the house. Even the old hens in the backyard dared not cluck after laying eggs, as if they knew that the sky had changed.

(End of this chapter)