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Chapter sponsored by Jessie. Thank you <3 Cui Qingfeng urged him to hurry. Xu Zhao could only put down the towel in his hand and quickly opened the thatched hut’s wooden door. Upon opening the door, he saw Cui Qingfeng holding the foam box. His face was full of excitement as he said, “Xu Zhao! […]

Cui Qingfeng, who was riding his bicycle to sell Popsicles, saw Xu Zhao sitting under the shade of the tree. Xu Zhao was very handsome. He was also fit, and good tempered. It seemed as if there was a glow coming from his body that made him involuntarily notice him. His heart thumped with happiness

Surprise update! Happy treats day 🎃 “Third Uncle sold our family’s wheat!” Xu Dawa repeated as he gasped for air. “Who did he sell it to?” “The Zhang family from our village. He sold it for nine Yuan.” “Nine Yuan?” Nine Yuan— In this age of low-priced, low-income era, nine Yuan wasn’t a small amount!

When the overbearing Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng saw this, their imposing pressure was inexplicably cut down by half. However, the two people have always been thick-skinned, and they will stubbornly still vent their anger.  Xu Zhao calmly looked at the two and said, “I’m here. What is it?” “Did you steal Dawa’s ice cream?”

Cui Qingfeng made five cents in two minutes, and happily collected the money. When he turned around, he saw Xu Zhao staring at him, and he curiously asked, “Xu Zhao, why are you looking at me?” Xu Zhao returned to his senses and said, “Cui Qingfeng, I want to ask you something.” When Cui Qingfeng

Xu Zuocheng was so angry that he started to shake. Even the hand holding the bowl trembled. He fiercely stared at Xu Zhao like he had saved up tremendous power to wreck Xu Zhao and Xu Fan. The neighbors couldn’t take their eyes off of Xu Zuocheng. Xu Fan was scared and hid behind Xu

“Then, Daddy, let’s eat. I’m so hungry,” Xu Fan’s milky voice said. “There isn’t enough food,” Xu Zhao replied. Not only was this noodle soup not enough for him to eat, even if the whole thing was given to Xu Fan, Xu Fan still wouldn’t be full. Xu Zhao immediately thought of Xu Zuocheng whose

 “Daddy” “What is it?” “I’m hungry.” “Bear with it.” “…” The morning breeze gently blew against the summer rustling leaves. The scent of food filled the air. Xu Zhao expressionlessly answered a few words, then continued to sit on the mound under the shade of the tree located at the entrance of the village and