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Chapter 783: Chapter 789 Full Stomach, Easy Talk_1
Observing how Duo’er had been listless these past few days, Tan Zhenghong suggested, "How about we go together, and take a stroll around on the way?"
With the spring weather being so pleasant, how could one stay at home sleeping all the time?
Qiao Duo’er yawned, feeling she could sleep for another ten thousand years.
But she had been too indolent these days and should go out more.
Before leaving the house, Qiao Duo’er gave an order, "Almond, make me a Green Group."
Almond’s Green Groups were a specialty, bright green skin enveloping soft, glutinous red bean paste, sweet but not cloying, carrying a lingering scent of fresh grass — Duo’er missed that flavor again. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
"Sure thing, I’ll try to have it ready by the time you get back," Almond earnestly agreed.
During her days at the Tan Family, she had come to understand Madam’s character — as long as she was well-fed, everything was negotiable.
So whenever Madam said she wanted to eat something, Almond would put aside whatever she was doing to make it for her.
Of course, Madam herself was not difficult to talk to, and she didn’t have the airs of other ladies, nor was she one to make endless demands.
Generally speaking, after finishing her duties, Almond was free to do as she pleased with her time.
When it came to food, she was never mistreated; every mealtime, Madam would set aside an ample portion for Almond.
Sometimes, Almond would have the illusion that this place was her home.
In short, she felt very fortunate.
Qiao Duo’er and Tan Zhenghong held hands as they walked and shopped leisurely until they reached the Tie Family.
No sooner had Tie Niu invited them to sit down than Feng Clan brought over pastries and tea.
"These are rice cakes that Granny just made today, please make do and have some," she offered.
Feng Clan silently thought that they should always have snacks ready at home so they had something to offer when Ah Hong and Duo’er visited.
Seeing the food, Qiao Duo’er suddenly felt energized, "Granny’s cooking must be delicious."
Most importantly, she was very hungry, and the plate of cakes had arrived just in time.
As for matters concerning the purchase of a house foundation, she would leave that to her husband to worry about.
"Uncle Tie, the Embroidery Room is now too crowded, and we don’t have enough space. We’re planning to buy a bigger lot to rebuild the Embroidery Room," Tan Zhenghong got straight to the point.
Tie Niu spread out a map of Big Willow Village on the table and pointed out several spots.
"These are newly planned house foundations; the surroundings are relatively open, and the prices are reasonable — perfect for your needs."
Ever since the village had an Embroidery Room, the lives of many families had improved, so he was very supportive of the idea of expanding the Embroidery Room.
He would not hesitate to help with anything within his capacity.
Tan Zhenghong turned to his wife, "Take a look, which one do you like?"
Duo’er replied languidly, "You decide; I trust your judgement."
In reality, her subtext was "I am enjoying my food right now, so please don’t bother me with such trivial matters."
Tie Niu teased, "Then you’d better keep your eyes wide open; you can’t afford to disappoint your wife."
"Of course, I need Uncle Tie’s help with this," Tan Zhenghong replied humbly.
Tan Zhenghong was very familiar with every spot in the village, and it didn’t take long for him to make a decision.
He chose a spot near the east of the village — convenient for coming and going, with many trees around it to keep the area cool in the summer.
Additionally, he selected a smaller foundation for the future construction of a fragrance powder factory.
"It’s just a shame about that house; who knows how long it will be empty this time," Tie Niu lamented.
The school had been built with the effort of the entire village, yet it was vacated after only a few years, which now seemed quite wasteful.
If only the villagers knew how many people still couldn’t afford to live in brick houses, let alone have enough to eat.
