Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 93 - 88: So Sister-in-law Doesn’t Only Like Him
Lin Qiao weighed five pounds of yam for Cheng Sheng, calculating at three cents, "Mr. Cheng, fifteen cents."
Cheng Sheng was no fool, and after buying vegetables for so long, he was quite familiar with the prices.
He looked at her and said, "It should be calculated as it should be."
Before she could speak, he added in a serious tone, "Otherwise, I won’t take any of it."
Lin Qiao smiled softly, without saying anything further, she directly stated the total price, "Twenty-five cents."
Cheng Sheng nodded, paid the twenty-five cents to her, didn’t linger, and left with Jiang Xiaozhou.
Lin Qiao put away the silver coins, bent down to arrange the yams, when a voice came from above, cautiously mixed with a hint of unconscious probing, "Sister-in-law, do you like Mr. Cheng?"
The young boy anxiously fiddled with his hands, staring straight at the side of her face.
Sister-in-law just smiled at Mr. Cheng.
Luckily, Lin Qiao didn’t know what he was thinking, otherwise, she would have been amusedly angry.
If she liked whoever she smiled at, then she smiled at him every day.
Lin Qiao didn’t think much of it, assuming he was asking if she was satisfied with Mr. Cheng, she considered seriously, "He’s quite good."
Cheng Sheng was indeed good; she had attended a few of his classes, and he was conscientious and responsible, at least he didn’t discriminate against Song Tingfan like others did, instead, he took extra care of him.
Quite good...
So that means she likes him.
Turns out sister-in-law doesn’t only like him.
This realization didn’t bring any joy to Song Tingfan, he stayed silent, his thumb rubbing his index finger.
Unaware of the boy’s sensitive thoughts, Lin Qiao was calculating today’s earnings, totaling around one hundred and twenty-something cents.
Selling vegetables can indeed make money.
The saying "laziness will lead to death" truly holds no fault.
Staying until noon, with only one or two wild yams left unsold, Lin Qiao decided not to sell anymore, saving them to eat at home, "Little Uncle, let’s not sell anymore, let’s go home."
Song Tingfan quietly packed up, carried the basket, and Lin Qiao, being carefree, didn’t notice a thing.
As they passed a noodle stall, Lin Qiao thought Song Tingfan might be hungry, so planned to eat before heading back, ah, the good sister-in-law persona must be upheld continuously.
She didn’t know that the good sister-in-law persona had already temporarily "collapsed."
"Little Uncle, want some noodles?"
After waiting for a bit with no response, she turned to look at him, seeing him lost in thought, she called a few more times, "Little Uncle?"
Song Tingfan snapped back to reality, giving a blank "Huh?"
"Little Uncle want some noodles?"
"I’m not hungry, sister-in-law, you eat."
"Looking so listless, and you say you’re not hungry."
Lin Qiao glared at him, and Song Tingfan pursed his lips, wanting to say no, but didn’t know how to say it.
He wasn’t hungry.
It was because...
...
After eating noodles, the two headed to the town entrance, just in time to run into Cheng Sheng’s carriage returning to the village, with a few villagers hitching a ride.
Seeing them, Cheng Sheng politely greeted, "Let’s go back together."
Before Lin Qiao could speak, the basket-carrying Song Tingfan suddenly said, "Sister-in-law, I forgot that Grandma asked me to buy some thread."
"No problem, let’s go buy it now."
Hearing this, Lin Qiao didn’t think much, then apologized to Cheng Sheng, "Mr. Cheng, we also need to buy something, you go ahead."
Cheng Sheng didn’t say much, nodded, and then signaled the carriage driver to go.
Just past the town entrance, there was a stall selling threads, where Lin Qiao had previously bought ribbons, and the woman selling ribbons recognized Lin Qiao, as very few looked like her.
She greeted warmly, "Miss, buying something again?"
While speaking, she glanced at the handsome young boy beside her, who was about half a head taller than Lin Qiao, looking about fourteen or fifteen.
The two standing together didn’t seem out of place.
No wonder she mistook him, her own brat was twelve, only as tall as her, and always running around filthy, not so well-behaved.
Glancing at his ribbon, she knowingly smiled and said, "Miss, your husband is very handsome, your kids will definitely be even more so."
"Do you have kids?"
A bunch of nonsense, and Lin Qiao was speechless, "..."
She was momentarily speechless before explaining, "Auntie, no, this is my Little Uncle."
Beside her, Song Tingfan blushed with embarrassment, staring at his toes.
The ribbon-selling woman was a bit surprised, then awkwardly said, "Ah, your Little Uncle, I thought the ribbon was for your husband."
Lin Qiao thought it was because she hadn’t explained before and, coupled with Song Tingfan being tall for his age, the ribbon-selling woman automatically assumed it was for her husband,
She smiled, "No, he’s my Little Uncle."
"Auntie, I’d like to buy some thread, two cents worth of each color."
The ribbon-selling woman’s expression was a bit strange, sister-in-law buying ribbons for Little Uncle, but she didn’t say more, "Alright, two cents each, that’s twelve cents in total."
Thinking the young woman had bought from her twice, she gave her a cheap, unsold silk flower, "This is free, a gift for you to wear for your husband, sure to catch his eyes."
"Come buy next time, okay?"
Lin Qiao didn’t explain she was a widow, accepting generously with thanks, "Thank you, Auntie."
...
By the time they returned to the village, it was already 1:00 PM, and the sun, absent for days, was now out, the warm sunlight making people feel lazy.
Passing by a certain household, a woman’s scolding voice carried far, "You useless thing, it was blind luck to follow you, I wash clothes, cook, tend the fields, and you, drinking all day, why don’t you just drink yourself to death outside..."
The scolding continued until they reached their doorstep, the Wang family must have heard and came out to watch the commotion, standing three or five at the gate.
Old Mrs. Wang saw them, smilingly greeted, "Madam Tingfan, Tingfan, back from selling vegetables, how was it, did it sell well?"
"Not bad."
Lin Qiao remembered something and took out a wild yam from her basket for her, "Grandpa Wang dug up a few yesterday, didn’t sell them all, Granny Wang, take it home to eat."
Old Mrs. Wang didn’t stand on ceremony, smilingly accepted, "I won’t be polite then."
"Granny Wang, no need to be polite, or we won’t dare accept what you give us."
Lin Qiao smiled, exchanged a few more words, and then went home.
Song Qin and Song Rong hadn’t had lunch, waiting for them to return to eat, the food kept warm in the pot.
While washing her hands, Lin Qiao said, "Grandma, didn’t I say not to wait for us for lunch?"
"We weren’t hungry." Song Qin couldn’t lie, and after speaking, glanced at Song Rong, seemingly indicating to cover.
Lin Qiao’s eyebrow twitched, acting as if she couldn’t see it.
"Grandma, Little Uncle and I had noodles, I’m full, Little Uncle might not be, let him eat more with Grandpa and Grandma."
While they ate, she went to pick up the bedding to dry for a while, soon after, Old Mrs. Wang brought over some glutinous rice flour, "We made some at home, brought some for you to make tangyuan."
"This year’s glutinous rice flour is pretty good, quite sticky."
Lin Qiao wiped her hands and accepted it, smilingly praised, "This glutinous rice flour looks better than what’s bought in town."
"Your Grandpa Wang ground it several times, he’s good at these things, I can’t do it." Old Mrs. Wang laughed, praising her own husband.
Then she thought of something, whispered, "Madam Tingfan, do you know your second sister-in-law’s family had trouble?"
