Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 140 - 135: Sis-in-law, You’re Teasing Me Again

Chapter 140: Chapter 135: Sis-in-law, You’re Teasing Me Again

One moment she was fixing her hair, the next she was in a red inner garment, and Lin Qiao was completely baffled, yet pretended to know everything. "I’m preparing for it."

The two chatted for a while, and as it was getting late and time to prepare lunch, Mrs. Wang Zhu returned to the Wang Family.

After a moment or two, Song Qin and Song Rong came back carrying vegetable baskets. Song Qin was slightly out of breath and then took a small egg out of the basket, whispering, "I don’t know whose chicken laid an egg in the vegetable garden, we can fry it up later to eat."

You couldn’t blame them for not being considerate, as they didn’t know whose chicken it was. The chickens often hung around their vegetable garden, pecking away at their veggies on multiple occasions.

Lin Qiao nodded with a smile, "Did the chicken eat the vegetables?"

"Sigh, it did, it’s really infuriating," said Song Qin, a bit angrily.

Everyone’s vegetables are hard-labored, barely enough for people to eat; how can they let chickens ruin them?

Recently, with her legs not being convenient, Lin Qiao hadn’t bothered with the chickens eating the veggies, and now it seemed that these chickens had their sights set on their family. She thought for a moment, "When Uncle has his day off, we’ll cut some poles to fence the garden."

If it weren’t for the fact that the vegetables were for the family to eat, she’d have had Song Tingfan scatter some rat poison.

Song Rong, feeling better recently, nodded, "I’ll cut some bamboo in the afternoon."

Lin Qiao thought cutting bamboo wasn’t too heavy a task, so she didn’t say much, then said, "Granny, Grandpa, Uncle’s birthday is coming up soon. I was busy the past few days and forgot, I’m not sure if the red inner garment can be finished in time."

Not just her, even Song Qin and Song Rong had forgotten about it. Song Qin slapped her head, "Oh right, Niu Niu will be thirteen on the ninth of February, it’s already the fifth today, four more days should be enough. I’ll have your Grandpa go to town and get some red cloth."

Realizing it was the ninth of February, Lin Qiaoxin made a mental note, "No need to buy it. Big Brother and the others gave me half a bolt of red cloth over the holidays, I can make the inner garment."

Song Qin knew about the Lin Family Song’s red cloth, it was made of fine hemp, which was much more comfortable to wear. "It’s for your clothes, Qiao’er, you keep it for yourself."

"Granny, aren’t we all family? Why divide it between us?" Lin Qiao pouted slightly, pretending to be upset.

"No, that’s not what I meant, Granny just thought you should use it for your own clothes," Song Qin hastily explained.

Lin Qiao smiled gently, "If that’s not what you meant, let’s use that red cloth."

Song Qin wanted to say something, but Song Rong interjected, "Let’s do as Qiao’er says."

Upon hearing that, Song Qin said nothing more, and soon the two headed to the kitchen, with Song Rong tending the fire, "In a few days, we’ll make it up to Qiao’er."

Song Qin nodded, whispering, "That’s what I’ve thought. We can’t let Qiao’er always get the short end of the stick."

"She’s been at a disadvantage too much already."

Song Rong stayed silent, clearly agreeing, and at that moment, a voice came from outside, "Sister-in-law."

Song Qin instinctively glanced outside and couldn’t help but smile, "Niu Niu is back."

"Niu Niu always calls for his sister-in-law first when he comes home."

"Qiao’er treats him well," Song Rong said earnestly.

Main room

Song Tingfan put down the cloth bundle, took out a pastry from his sleeve, and happily said, "Sister-in-law, have some."

"Bought from the village entrance again?" Lin Qiao wiped her hands and reached out to take it.

Lately, he’s been like entertaining a child, buying some snacks every few days.

Song Tingfan nodded, "Granny Fan got new snacks, she said this pastry is very tasty."

Lin Qiao glanced at him, then divided the pastry into four parts, giving him a small piece.

Song Tingfan waved his hand, lying, "I...I ate on the way, I bought one each for Grandpa and Granny." As he said this, he took out two more pastries to show her.

Lin Qiao knew he was lying in her heart, she blinked, "What does it taste like?"

Song Tingfan hadn’t tasted it, he didn’t know what it tasted like, Granny Fan said the pastry was sweet, and he stumbled, "Sweet...sweet."

Lin Qiao uttered an "oh," took a small piece, and popped it into her mouth. She frowned slightly, "Uncle, it’s salty, try it yourself."

A little white rabbit can’t outsmart an old fox; he believed it immediately.

He took it, put it in his mouth, and was surprised by the sweet taste, and stupidly said, "Sister-in-law, it’s sweet."

The woman’s laughter rang, Lin Qiao doubled over laughing, "It is sweet, I just said it wrong."

Seeing this, Song Tingfan realized his sister-in-law was teasing him to eat the pastry, and shyly said, "Sister-in-law, you’re teasing me again."

"Who told Uncle not to eat, and even say he ate it on the road." Lin Qiao popped another piece into her mouth and said, "Pastries taste better than rice cakes, we’ll make them someday."

"Sister-in-law, you can make them?" Song Tingfan’s eyes brightened slightly.

"I think I can, make it then for Uncle to taste, if it’s good, we’ll sell it in town," Lin Qiao planned to make some pastries to sell in town when they had a bit extra on hand.

The only somewhat lucrative business in town was selling food.

Song Tingfan nodded, "Great, sister-in-law’s pastries will surely sell a lot."

Sister-in-law’s food was always the best.

"Sister-in-law, I have to go make rice, the scholar assigned homework just now, it’s due in the afternoon."

"Okay." Lin Qiao nodded.

...

In the afternoon, Song Tingfan went off to study, while Lin Qiao limped into Song Tingfan’s room, took out a garment, and then started cutting fabric with Song Qin in the main room.

Originally, making one set was enough, but Lin Qiao wanted to show her affection for the antagonist, so both she and Song Qin made a set each, and half a bolt of cloth was just enough.

Song Qin was skilled at needlework, but perhaps her eyes were a bit blurry, her movements slightly slow. She noticed Lin Qiao already sewing another sleeve, "Qiao’er’s needlework has improved quite a bit."

"Learned from Granny," Lin Qiao said without stopping her work.

Song Qin smiled and praised, "Still, Qiao’er has talent."

The two sat there all afternoon, and before dusk, Song Qin came back dragging bamboo. He said, "The chicken belongs to the Li Family, Mrs. Li is everywhere looking for chicken eggs, now she’s at the village entrance yelling."

"I knew it, only the Li Family could do such a wicked thing," Song Qin said angrily.

Then she was a bit worried, "Will she find out it was us who took it?"

Lin Qiao comforted her, "The egg doesn’t have a name on it, she won’t know. Even if she did, it wouldn’t matter, having eaten so many of our vegetables, by rights the Li Family should compensate us with silver."

"The Li Family is a real mess." Song Qin said with a headache.

No sooner had she finished speaking than they heard a commotion outside, "Niu Er, did you steal my eggs? Return them to me!"

"Steal your mother’s whore, you old hag, watch your mouth, with your chicken’s eggs, I’d be afraid of dying from eating them!" shouted a man’s voice.

Lin Qiao, Song Rong, and Song Qin exchanged a glance, then stood by the courtyard entrance to watch. Mrs. Li was clutching Niu Er, who, ill-tempered, flung her off, "You crazy old woman, why are you grabbing me? Don’t blame me for being rude."

"Can’t even handle losing an egg, no wonder you have to sell people, if you ask me, go on and lose all your family’s eggs."