Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Qiao Xiaomai immediately thought of Tong Sanlang, and quickly stood up, “Auntie, why are you here?”

Could something have happened to Tong Sanlang?

Mrs. Zhang stood at the door, gave a smile, and said, “I came to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Qiao Xiaomai walked towards the doorway.

“Everybody went to plant sweet potatoes today, right? On such a blazing day, with people of all ages out in the field, I thought I’d come and ask you if you could make a pot of Sour Plum Soup. I’ll deliver it to them in the field later.”

“Both your Grandfather Tong and Sanlang are in the field right now. The sweet potato seedlings are in abundance, and they won’t be back until everything is planted. Everyone’s working really hard.”

After hearing what Mrs. Zhang said, Qiao Xiaomai was stunned for a moment.

She couldn’t believe that Mrs. Zhang came all the way for such a trivial matter.

Qiao Xiaomai looked at Mrs. Zhang carefully.

Mrs. Zhang was beaten by Tong Xingda today. Although her hair was still neat and her clothes showed no trace of the fight, her slightly red eyes betrayed her plight.

To put it bluntly, Mrs. Zhang disliked Qiao Xiaomai a lot, and the beating she received today was because of Qiao Xiaomai, so her smile was a bit forced.

Qiao Xiaomai noticed Mrs. Zhang’s unusual behavior, she slightly tilted her head, and asked, “Who wants to drink the Sour Plum Soup?”

It definitely wasn’t because of Tong Tiehu and Sanlang.

Neither the grandfather nor the grandson would do something like asking for Sour Plum Soup.

Upon hearing Xiaomai’s words, Mrs. Zhang’s smile froze for a second. She had made the effort of visiting in person, yet Qiao Xiaomai wasn’t readily agreeing. Did Xiaomai still want to marry her Sanlang or not!

“Of course, it’s Sanlang who wants to drink it.” She took off the smile from her face and said solemnly.

“Oh, is that so?” Qiao Xiaomai smiled, “Can it wait until this afternoon? I am currently eating, and we have guests at home.”

She said this as she pointed to Hua Xiaofeng and Zhuang Jia who were sitting under the willow tree.

At this moment, Hua Xiaofeng had already walked over, Sour Plum Soup?

What’s that?

She scanned Mrs. Zhang from head to toe with her sharp eyes and huffed, “Xiaomai, who is this? She traveled all the way in the hot sun just to beg for a bowl of Sour Plum Soup?”

“How poor must a household be to resort to begging? She’s not dressed like someone who needs to beg though?”

Beg for food?

As these words were spoken, Mrs. Zhang’s face instantly darkened.

She glared at Hua Xiaofeng, “It seems to me that you are the one begging for food.”

The clothes that Hua Xiaofeng wore were much inferior to hers.

Hua Xiaofeng scoffed, “If you’re not here to beg, then what are you here for? Xiaomai, who is this? I’ll go to your village and ask around, see which wife in your village is so pathetic that she ran all the way here to beg for Sour Plum Soup.”

Qiao Xiaomai looked at Hua Xiaofeng, but there was no smile on her face, “She’s the wife of the Village Chief of Anping Village.”

Even though she wasn’t keen on Mrs. Zhang, she was after all, Sanlang’s mother.

She wasn’t too thrilled to see her being treated this way by Hua Xiaofeng.

If Sanlang found out about this, he would certainly not feel comfortable either.

Realizing this, she quickly said before Hua Xiaofeng could continue, “Auntie, we have guests at home right now and I can’t make the soup. I’ll make it in the afternoon and deliver it to you in the field, is that alright?”

It was just a pot of Sour Plum Soup. Mrs. Zhang, her future mother-in-law, personally came to ask for it, so she would oblige.