These people were all people who had helped them. From the very beginning, Nie Linger had thought about giving the pickles to them as soon as they were ready.

Xuan and Baoer nodded, carefully picked up the pickles and went out.

Wang Qichen’s family is having dinner.

"I have to go to town tomorrow, and I have to get back the wages from Yuan Qiao's wife." Wang Sheng said.

Wang Sheng is a hard worker and can do any kind of work. If there is work on weekdays, he will go to work wherever it is, mostly in the surrounding villages. If he is lucky, he can get work from a wealthy family in the town.

Rich people are generous and will always give more coins.

There are only a few acres of land at home. Fortunately, there are only three people in the family. My daughter-in-law can usually pick some wild vegetables and mushrooms and sell them for some money. If there are no serious illnesses or disasters this year, she will be doing okay.

It's a pity that the handsome son he gave birth to was lame, which completely ruined the family.

What can a cripple do? He can't get married, and he can't earn money. Both of them feel that there is no hope for the rest of their lives.

Mrs. Qu nodded without raising her eyes, and said, "I'm coming back with two packs of brown sugar. Mrs. Qin next door is going to make Luozi sauce in a few days. I'll make a jar too and go back to the town to sell it."

Wang Sheng nodded.

Wang Qichen ate silently on the side, without speaking, and there was no movement even while eating.

Although he originally had a gentle temper, he was not a boring gourd. Since becoming lame, Wang Qichen's whole temperament has changed drastically, and he rarely speaks on weekdays.

Perhaps because of my inferiority complex, I rarely even go out now. After all, Shijie Village is such a big place, and people will talk about me behind my back wherever I go.

"Brother Qichen, are you at home?"

Outside the door, Nie Xuan stood outside the fence, stretched his neck and shouted in.

Wang Qichen paused while holding the bowls and chopsticks. He thought for a moment that he was hallucinating. Someone called him?

"Qichen, is someone looking for you?" Wang Sheng obviously heard it too.

"Brother Qichen!" Nie Xuan called again.

Several people heard this sound clearly, and Wang Qichen stood up quickly, looking slightly flustered because he had already recognized Nie Xuan's voice.

There is no other reason. Ever since Aunt Xu came to his house to marry Nie Ling'er last time, my father has held a grudge against the Nie family. Now that I think about it, I can still get very angry.

"Dad, I'm going out to take a look." Wang Qichen said hastily, turned around and walked out of the yard.

Seeing Nie Xuan standing outside the courtyard, Wang Qichen hurriedly greeted him: "Nie Xuan, why are you here?"

With a smile on his face, Nie Xuan handed the three packets of pickles to Wang Qichen and said: "Brother Qichen, my sister asked me to give this to you. The pickles she pickled are very, very delicious. You will definitely like it."

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Wang Qichen was a little surprised when he heard this. He glanced at the oilskin paper bag in Nie Xuan's hand, then looked at Nie Xuan: "Is this for me?"

Nie Xuan nodded and said: "It's a thoughtful gesture from my sister, saying thank you for lending her the sauce vat."

In this way, Wang Qichen understood. After reaching out to take it, he couldn't help but said: "Your sister is too polite. It's just a sauce vat. If you are idle, you will be idle."

Nie Xuan smiled and said: "That's true for you, but it's a big help to my sister."

After finishing his words, Nie Xuan waved his hand: "Then I'll leave Brother Qichen, but I still have to deliver it to Uncle Hu. These pickles are very delicious, you must like them."

Before Wang Qichen could answer him, Nie Xuan had already run away. Looking at his back, Wang Qichen couldn't help but smile.

He felt the weight of the pickles in his hand. This was the first time in a long time that someone had given him something.

Back in the house, Wang Sheng saw what was in his son's hand and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What is this?"

Wang Qichen put the pickles on the table and said, "This is the pickles made by Nie Ling'er."

There was no hiding anything, Wang Qichen told the truth.

Sure enough, when he heard Nie Ling'er's name, Wang Sheng jumped up from his stool.

"Nie Ling'er did it? Why are you still getting involved with her?" Wang's angry face turned black and red.

Mrs. Qu also raised her eyebrows and said, "Qichen, what are you thinking about? Even if your legs are like this and it's hard to kiss, you can't go to Nie Ling'er. Then... isn't that a joke!

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"It's unlucky for you to throw this thing away to me now!" Wang Sheng scolded.

But Wang Qichen was unmoved, and just explained calmly: "Mom and dad, Nie Ling'er and I don't have the relationship you think. It's just that she wanted to make pickles a few days ago and didn't have a sauce vat, so I used the sauce vat I had lying around at home.

Lend it to her."

"I didn't have any other thoughts, it was just a matter of helping fellow villagers. This pickle was just sent to me to thank me, and it was sent by Nie Xuan."

Hearing what Wang Qichen said, Wang Sheng was speechless for a moment.

He understands his own son best and cannot panic. Whenever he lies, he blushes all the way to the root of his neck.

"It's best if you don't have such evil thoughts. No matter how bad my Wang Sheng's son is, he can't take advantage of that girl Nie Ling'er." Wang Sheng softened his tone and stopped blaming Wang Qichen.

Wang Qichen felt very awkward listening to his father's words, but he opened his mouth to say something for Nie Ling'er, but in the end he swallowed it back.

"I didn't know that this fat girl can make pickles. She usually loves to eat and is too lazy to cook, but she is lying on the bed at home." Mrs. Qu said, obviously she didn't have a good impression of Nie Ling'er.

As he spoke, he poured out the contents of the oil paper bag.

I thought it was the dark pickles, but what I didn’t expect was something new.

"What is this?" Wang Sheng stared curiously and took advantage of the opportunity to pick it up and smell it.

The taste is quite special.

It looked very novel, so a few people started eating it, and they were instantly conquered by the taste of the pickles.

"Dad, this pickle is so delicious, much better than Hou's!" Qu praised it.

Wang Sheng couldn't help but nod: "It's really delicious. The pickled cabbage is sour and spicy. I like this garlic. This garlic is the most delicious!"

Rural people have not read much books, so they can only say delicious food.

"Is this really made by that fat girl Ling'er?" Mrs. Qu came back to her senses and sounded suspicious, obviously not believing it.

Wang Sheng even snorted coldly and said: "I don't believe it, she can do this?"

"It's probably the old lady's craftsmanship. Thinking about what happened before, she might take the opportunity to apologize and show her goodwill." Wang Sheng said.

Just thinking about it, Wang Sheng couldn't help but glared: "If it is really the old lady who did it, then isn't it sent in the name of that girl Ling'er to play against Qichen?"

"This Nie family still cares about my son!"

As Wang Sheng spoke, he became angry again, and his face turned red from holding back.
Chapter completed!