Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm - Chapter 281: Late Night Secret Meeting

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Late Night Secret Meeting

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“I won’t marry.” Seeing his father’s words become increasingly absurd, Tong Sanlang voiced his opinion.

Upon hearing this, Tong Tiehu silently sighed, “As you wish.”

However, Tong Xingda abruptly exclaimed, “Father, do you think you could find another daughter-in-law like Xiaomai?”

Although they are relatives with the Prime Minister, the problem is that they are living under a pseudonym.

This meant that Tong Sanlang could never marry a noble lady.

So scrapping around amongst the village girls, Xiaomai was the only choice.

“After the wheat harvest, when we have some leisure time, I’ll take Sanlang outdoors for a walk. If we can’t find someone suitable, then we’ll consider Xiaomai.” Tong Tiehu said.

On hearing this, Tong Xingda laughed, “Exactly, let’s eat.”

The so-called “going for a walk” meant going to the capital city to visit the Prime Minister.

Indeed, once this matter is settled, his Sanlang would most likely become the heir.

Sanlang’s wife has to be accepted by the Prime Minister.

Knowing that his grandfather and father had reached an agreement, Tong Sanlang quietly chewed on his steamed bun.

The strange words written on the note that Qiao Dami gave him were missing many strokes, yet he still understood them.

Qiao Xiaomai wanted to meet him at the Qiao Family’s courtyard at the time of the pig (9-11 pm).

In the middle of the night, this….

His heart started to beat a little faster.

There was a mysterious sense of anticipation.

But within this anticipation, there was a trace of reluctance…

Had she decided to give him the results of their deliberation?

While being in a dilemma, when it was midnight, Anping Village was in a profound silence. The villagers had long fallen into a deep sleep, he silently left his house. Using his light footwork, in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the Qiao Family’s courtyard.

There was a blurred figure in the courtyard. It was Qiao Xiaomai.

Qiao Xiaomai was standing in the courtyard. Seeing Tong Sanlang arrive as promised, a smile immediately appeared on her face, and small dimples formed at the corners of her mouth.

“You’re here!” She waved at Tong Sanlang, beckoning him to sit down.

On the small table under the tree, there were several plates laid out; each filled with food.

They were all made by her: puff pastries, egg tarts, beef jerky, squid shreds, chicken feet, duck wings and two cups of hot milk tea.

Tong Sanlang took advantage of the starlight to clearly see what was on the table. He was taken aback, what was going on?

“Try it.” Qiao Xiaomai introduced the food on the plates, of course, keeping her voice quite low.

Tong Sanlang didn’t understand her intentions but he nodded and tried each dish.

The sweetness of the puff pastries, egg tarts and the spiciness of the beef jerky, squid shreds, chicken feet, and duck wings all surprised him.

“How is it?” Qiao Xiaomai asked him after he’d tried everything.

“Very delicious.” He nodded honestly. Upttôdated from n(0)/v𝒆/lbIn/.(co/m

“If you want, you can come here and eat every night.”

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang fell silent for a moment, then he asked, “Did you call me here tonight just for me to eat this?”

“That’s only part of the reason.” All these were made by her hand; she wanted to share these delicacies with Tong Sanlang.

“The other part is, I wanted to ask you something.”

“What?”

Staring at Tong Sanlang’s handsome face, she bit her lip, took a deep breath and asked, “What would happen if, 1 mean if, um… the stuff underneath my house suddenly disappears?”

Tong Sanlang’s brow furrowed instinctively, recalling Xiaomai’s ability: to materialize unseen things out of thin air.

If she is asking this now, does it mean that she not only has the ability to make things appear out of thin air but also the ability to make things disappear?

Savoring this reality slowly, Tong Sanlang said, “The consequence would be brotherly discord. If those things disappear out of thin air, my sixth grandfather might suspect that my grandfather was the one who hid them..”