When she came to Wang Ailan's house, she saw Wang Ailan making steamed buns, so she put the thank you gift in her hand on the table, and said to Wang Ailan, "Aunt Wang, I'm here to thank Uncle Yong. If he hadn't helped to send my brother to the infirmary in time, my brother would be in danger."

"What's the matter, neighbors should not help each other, so you don't need to express your thanks.

And the bag of things on the table that you brought back to Fu Sheng to eat, he needs to replenish his body now, you should give him more good things to eat. "

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I'm sure I won't treat my brother badly, but my brother specially asked me to send this thing, and you know my brother's temper, so you can accept it, or I'll go back later There is no way to explain to my brother."

Seeing that Shi Qinghuan said so, Wang Ailan said that it would be bad if she didn't accept these things, so she said to Shi Qinghuan: "Okay, I will accept the things, but I can't do this again next time."

"Well, then I'll go home first."

"Wait a minute, someone sent some pieces of pig's blood to my family today, you take two pieces and go back to stew sauerkraut to eat."

Shi Qinghuan didn't refuse after hearing Wang Ailan's words, because she wanted to eat Maoxuewang, but she didn't know if Mu Fusheng would do it?
A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan returned home with two large pieces of pig's blood, and then she asked Mu Fusheng who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, "Can you make Maoxuewang?"

"What dish? I've never heard of it."

"Forget it, let's eat hot and sour pork blood soup tonight."

"I don't eat pig's blood."

"No, no, you don't even eat pig blood? Didn't you only eat sauerkraut when I made braised blood sausage with sauerkraut last time?"

"Ah."

After Shi Qinghuan heard Mu Fusheng's words, she didn't know what to say, so she could only say dryly: "Then I'll add another tofu soup tonight. It just so happens that there is a piece of frozen tofu left at home."

"Okay, do you want to take a lunch break?"

"No, I don't sleep much in winter, and I don't get sleepy as easily as in summer, so if you want to take a nap, go to sleep."

After hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, Mu Fusheng put down the newspaper in his hand, and then said to Shi Qinghuan: "Then I'll go to sleep for a while, if you need anything, call me."

Shi Qinghuan nodded after hearing Mu Fusheng's words, and after Mu Fusheng went into the room to sleep, she walked towards the kitchen with the pig's blood.

After she put the pig's blood in the kitchen, she scooped some hot water from the pot to wash her hands and walked towards the room.

When she returned to the room, she realized that she hadn't contributed for almost a month, and her new story had just been outlined. It seemed that she had been a little slack recently, which was a very bad omen.

Although she is not short of money now, who would dislike having too much money? Besides, although the current house price is cheap, it will cost eight thousand to buy a good courtyard house in Beijing, and even twenty to thirty thousand for the expensive ones. to win.

So her road to making money has a long way to go, because the big unity in her hand is not enough to buy half a house.

Thinking of this Shi Qinghuan is a little autistic, but fortunately the original owner's parents left her a big house, but it was a small bungalow instead of a courtyard house, which made her obsessed with the courtyard house even deeper.

Because basically every reborn person has an inexplicable obsession with courtyard houses, and she is no exception.

So she didn't delay for a moment, just sat down at the table and started writing a new story.

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