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nThe morning in the early winter of Wang village was tranquil.

nAs soon as he woke up and saw the many thin scabs on Mo Qianxue’s lips, Ning Shaoqing has an impulse to kiss her and to caress the lips.

nShe was in sound sleep and her breath was steady. She couldn’t wake up so soon.

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nBowing his head, he leaned to the soft lips…

nMo Qianxue opened her eyes and, at the sight of the enlarged face before her, got startled, giving him a slap under subconscious.

n“Mo—Qian—Xue!”

n“Sorry, I’m so sorry…”

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nNing Shaoqing’s face was as dark as carbon. Mo Qianxue watched him with great care.

nShe hadn’t seen clearly who was the one that blocked her eyesight the moment she woke up. The slap was just out of subconscious.

nAt the dining table, the atmosphere was tense, and Mo Qianxue tried to find subjects.

n“Sir, everything goes well at school?”

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n“Yes.”

n“Sir, do you like the dishes today?”

n“Yes.”

n“Sir, are you cold…”

nFrom they got up to the present, no matter what Mo Qianxue said, Ning Shaoqing only replied with a yes.

nWas he using cold violence against her?

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nMo Qianxue felt depressed. Seriously? It was just a slap. She really was unintentional. It was his fault to have stayed that near her early in the morning. She had been taken aback. She did that on tuition!

nIt was only in the early winter and should began to snow outside.

nNing Shaoqing was also depressed while walking down the path to school with a book on his hand.

nHe had never been slapped by anyone since birth.

nBut it was his own fault. He didn’t blame Mo Qianxue. Sure enough, there would be karma to steal a kiss. But…but he was on his own bed and wanted to kiss his own wife. Why would it be called to steal…?

nBesides, the woman who slapped him kept babbling. Heaven knew who crazily embarrassed he had been.

nSir, sir, sir! They’ve done that. Why wouldn’t she change a sweeter way to call him? Now, every time she called him sir, he had the impulse to hit the wall.

nDamn! Why had he asked her to call him sir? Dear would be much sweeter…

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nAn eagle on its own suddenly appeared. The two stretching wings spread out on two sides with a thin layer of snow on them, like a blast of icy frozen wind, silently piercing through the cold air.

nNing Shaoqing’s face changed, his eyes chilly. What to come was coming.

nLooking around and confirming that no one was around, he adjusted his body to set off and fly out of the village towards the mountain on the back.

nThe snowflakes were so thin that they didn’t take a typical shape, fleeting and disappearing like dancing powders. It was really power snow that silently floating down in the mountain forest.

nNing Shaoqing stood in the forest, hands putting behind. The eagle hovered above in the sky, and two people came in the distance tracking the path of the eagle.

n“We came late, lord. Please punish us.”

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nIt was already nine o’clock in the morning, the carriage of Baiyunju took it time to arrive and park at the door of Ning family under the watchful eyes of the whole village.

nThe one coming was still Xiaoqizi, but the driver wasn’t Azhao, but an old man.

nXiaoqizi introduced: this was Laowu, and their manager said that in the future he and Laowu would be responsible for transporting tofu from Ning family.

nMo Qianxue suspected, but then she felt relived. This seventh young lord was indeed a sophisticated and wise person.

nManager Li also let Xiaoqizi send the message: Now since the waterway was open to public transportation and the weather was cold, so the storage of tofu would no longer be a problem. Therefore, they wished to be provided with no less than five kilograms tofu. The more, the better.

nBaiyunju planned to transport tofu to other cities, even to the fancy restaurants in the capital.

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nWhen Xiaoqizi talked, he no longer mentioned the seventh young lord and emphasized manager Li in every sentence. He wasn’t a little like Azhao who always mentioned this and that about the seventh young lord.

nMo Qianxue also hadn’t expected that such a small business of tofu, which she didn’t value too much, could gain such influence and treatment.

nShe collected herself and took a glance at the thin snow in the yard. Yes. It was winter already and began to snow. If frozen, tofu would become multiple-layer tofu, which was another kind of delicious taste.

nSpeaking of him, Su Qi was an honest person. Since the first time she sent tofu and after knowing that she didn’t want to sell the tofu recipe, he had never asked again a question like this.

nHowever, even if Baiyunju wanted to buy more, she didn’t have that much.

nBy the current small kitchen, it already reached the upper limit to produce three hundred kilograms per day, seriously affected her life quality. Every time when she wanted to make something for Ning Shaoqing, she had to concede to tofu. This shouldn’t be the case.

nIn order to expand production, she must prepare tow things. First, to rebuild and enlarge the kitchen and set up a special tofu workshop. Second, from now on, there must be a person who concentrated on collecting beans for her from all neighboring villages.

nThe person who would be responsible for collecting beans had already decided by Mo Qianxue. Liu Laoshuan had an ox carriage and his wife sister Liu was a nice person. Yesterday, on their way back, she had talked to him about it and he readily agreed with joy.

nThe original plan was to start bean-collecting from the next spring. Now the task would begin a few months earlier. It would be no harm.

nAs for the construction of the workshop…

nAfter Baiyunju’s carriage left, Mo Qianxue stood in the yard, carefully examining their courtyard, and had an idea.

nShe planned to tackle with domestic issues first and then deal with foreign businesses. Only when she finished the domestic issues would she have the energy to get down to the business at the dock.

nNing Shaoqing’s face looked better when he came back for lunch, but the face was still pulled long as if some other matters were on his mind. Mo Qianxue asked but he only nodded, whispering a few words only.

nMo Qianxue didn’t think much and told him in detail about her thoughts. When the guy wasn’t angry, he was really talented with a resourceful mind. After all, he had experienced a lot.

nPondering for a while, Ning Shaoqing asked, “Do you really like this place and are you really willing to live here forever?”

nThey indeed should be caution when it came to start a construction or to build a new house. Mo Qianxue didn’t suspect the question.

nOn this continent, here was the place she knew best. And there was Ning Shaoqing here. Of course here was her home.

nThere was no willingness or unwillingness. She had seen much about hustling metropolitans. Was there a place that could surpass a modern city with sleepless nightclubs and computers and other modern facilities?

nShaking her head, Mo Qianxue answered seriously, “Of course I like it here. Though life is poor here and there are evil people, but most of the villagers were kind, like sister Fang, like Liu Laoshuan and elder Yun’s family…

nAlthough we don’t have wealth, I like the down-to-earth and peaceful feeling it gives me. There is also the little garden that I’ve been taking care of, and… Are you going back…?”

nMo Qianxue’s heart suddenly plunged, but Ning Shaoqing smiled at the moment.

nHe smiled, eyebrows stretching in a relaxed way and eyes flashing. The pretty face became increasingly lively and charming against the simple dim room.

nThe depression he felt in the morning was swept away at once. This woman wasn’t greedy for wealth. Nor did she go after vanity. Instead, she cared about him and loved him. What else would he want?

nBack? Back to where?

nWhere she was, there would be his home!

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