I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 167: Giving Mr. He XiuYu a Big Surprise!

Zhu Guizhi’s tears streamed down in an instant.

Looking at her son Dashun, Dashun also looked up at her with longing eyes.

Apart from those who are completely heartless, which mother in the world doesn’t love her own child?

That love is deep in their bones.

Zhu Guizhi took her son’s hand, "Dashun, Mom made things difficult for you today, and Mom will never do that again. Will you stop being mad at Mom, okay?"

So it’s said, a mother and son are just that—a mother and son. Dashun’s tears turned to laughter, and he happily followed Zhu Guizhi home for dinner, even turning around to wave goodbye to Qiao Qingyu as they walked.

Qiao Qingyu shook her head, never expecting this matter to end this way, but she had to say she was very pleased that Zhu Guizhi could genuinely regret and change.

No matter how you look at it, Zhu Guizhi was far better than Zhu Mingli, who glared at her with venomous eyes, and even more so than Liu Qiao Wen, who smiled to her face while cursing her in her heart.

Qiao Qingyu turned and entered the yard, closed the door properly, and at that time, He Xuerong, who was anxious, was sitting on the kang bed in her small nightgown made by Qiao Qingyu, peering out the window.

At this moment, the flowers on the window sill’s pots had already grown more than twenty centimeters high.

Lush and green, the sight sparked a joy from deep within.

Especially those dry marigolds, with leaves like lotus leaves, looked exceptionally vibrant and beautiful.

The little girl kept looking at the flower pots while peeking outside.

Qiao Qingyu quickly entered the room, tucked the little girl into the quilt, and drew the curtains.

By now, it was past nine o’clock. Decades later, this time of night would signify that the nightlife had just begun.

But it was different now. There were no streetlights in the residential area of the base, and it was pitch black without the moon. Plus, there were no televisions, let alone tape recorders, only a radio that Qiao Qingyu didn’t care to listen to much.

So, Qiao Qingyu felt she should take a trip to the Southern region, to somehow get a tape recorder and some tapes to enhance her own entertainment life.

Meanwhile, as He Xuerong lay beside Qiao Qingyu, she suddenly uttered two faint words, "Little... aunt..."

Very slowly, but not so slow as to be intermittent, only pausing for a few seconds in between. Qiao Qingyu blinked and turned her head to look at He Xuerong, who was also watching her with fuzzy, large eyes.

The light in the room was on, and though not bright, it was sufficient to clearly see the rich, soft dependence and affection on the little girl’s face.

Qiao Qingyu bolted upright, her eyes equally sparkling, "Rongrong, were you calling for little aunt just now?"

He Xuerong hesitated for a moment but still nodded. Then she spoke again. Although a bit clumsy due to not speaking for a long time, she was still a child, and Xiao Hu had been with her all this time. Xiao Hu was quite chatty, and so her exposure to language was very rich and ample.

And then, He Xuerong said, haltingly again, "Little... aunt... I... am not... little... mute..."

Although Rongrong and Qiao Qingyu shared no blood relation, although she was just He Xiuyu’s little niece, she had no rights or obligations toward her. Yet for some reason, at that moment, Qiao Qingyu’s heart softened, her eyes easily welling up. She hugged He Xuerong and cried, fiercely nodding her head, "Rongrong, my darling, you are a lark, the most beautiful lark in our base, your voice is so lovely..."

"Little aunt, I’m not a little mute, I’m a lark..." Although spoken slowly, the words were clear.

As she spoke, He Xuerong stretched out her little hands and mimicked the flight of a bird, showing Qiao Qingyu a smile that was pure and reliant.

That night, Qiao Qingyu and He Xuerong didn’t go to bed until after ten.

While the iron was hot, Qiao Qingyu seized the opportunity. Once the little girl started talking, that was it – she wasn’t an adult who had been silent for decades due to a barrier.

Ah, Rongrong could be considered a child who was late to speak, so for a child not yet five years old, it wasn’t an exaggeration for her to speak fluently without pauses after an hour and a half.

Indeed, Qiao Qingyu had done it, and so had He Xuerong.

Qiao Qingyu really wanted to call He Xiuyu right then to tell him, but it was already late, and she couldn’t get through. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Tomorrow then, she’d give Mr. He Xiuyu a big surprise!

Before long, He Xuerong was tired and then lay down in the clean and fresh bedding, drifting into a deep sleep. Qiao Qingyu was also tired and soon fell into a deep slumber...

The moment the sun rose, it signified that a new day had begun.

The base’s kindergarten was still being sanitized, so Xiao Hu and Rongrong remained at home today.

Qiao Qingyu took the two children to pick and wash vegetables, preparing to entertain Shen Haoze and Su Yunyao in the evening.

Qiao Qingyu was very serious about the preparations, so when He Xiuyu brought the two guests into the house, the aroma of the food was already wafting through.

The spread was generous – although there was no meat, they had eggs at home, and the vegetables from the garden could be picked at any time, washed clean, and stirred into a dish so green it seemed to drip.

The cucumbers Qiao Qingyu grew were the most delicious he had ever tasted from childhood to adulthood.

Qiao Qingyu stir-fried cucumber with eggs, sautéed peppers with mushrooms, and then, early in the morning, Dashun had knocked on her door, pushed two salted fish into her hands and tried to leave. Qiao Qingyu caught him, filled a cloth bag with a few cucumbers and tomatoes for him to take home...

So, the development of some things was truly unforeseen.

The salted fish looked good, mailed from the Southern region. After being prepared, served with soaked beans and topped with chili slices, it was saltily aromatic.

Tomatoes were cut into chunks and sprinkled with sugar, and a large bowl of tomato and egg soup was made.

Since there was only a little millet left at home, and a week to go until the next ration supply, Qiao Qingyu used the remaining wheat and corn flour to steam vegetable buns.

She had planted a row of water radishes in the yard; they were red, like little ginseng, and after washing, could be cut into chunks and eaten with sauce – sweet and crisp. And the radish seedlings, after being blanched, mixed with lard, green onions, ginger, garlic, and spices, resulted in vegetable buns that the young men could eat ten of at a time.

Shen Haoze was the first to enter the kitchen and couldn’t help but swallow his saliva; He Xiuyu had never boasted about how delicious Qiao Qingyu’s cooking was.

Therefore, it was truly the first time Shen Haoze and Su Yunyao knew that Qiao Qingyu had such great culinary skills.

Cucumber with fried egg, peppers with sautéed mushrooms, buns that were steamed perfectly round and big; cucumber and water radish with a sheet of dry tofu all cut into strips, topped with minced garlic, drizzled with sesame oil and salt, making a truly authentic grand cold dish.

Since the incident with Liu Qiao Wen, Shen Haoze had run into Qiao Qingyu a few times, but they hadn’t had much to talk about...