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☆ 3. Chapter 3

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3 Pushing the cart home, the first thing Jian Shi'an did was to bring out the oil pan in the cart and wash it.

He used the method of charcoal pot, and the large-diameter iron pot was covered with fruit charcoal, which had the advantage of less smoke and enough firepower, and was currently the most suitable for mobile carts.

However, there is also a disadvantage, that is, once the oil pan is boiling, it cannot be stopped, unless he waits until he comes home to remove the oil pan.

Jian Shi'an carefully placed the oil pan on the wooden table, the hot oil was tumbling up and down, and there were some vegetable residues in it. He knew that now was not the best time to dispose of the pan of oil, so he set his sights on the charcoal, which still had some residual heat.

Seeing Jian Shi'an busy alone, Lu Qinghan's heart felt a little uncomfortable. One is that he does all these jobs on weekdays, but every time it is thankless, and even always develops to the level of "doing more and making more mistakes".

The second is that he found that since Jian Shi'an said before that he wanted to compensate himself, he has never been asked to do anything, no matter whether Jian Shi'an can be busy alone or not, he sits on a small wooden bench peacefully, hiding in the shade of a tree and blowing the wind.

Lu Qinghan thought of this, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether Jian Shi'an was doing everything like this out of making up for himself, or out of distrust of himself, he didn't want to let himself get involved in anything.

Once the idea is raised, it will never be easily extinguished. Lu Qinghan bit his lip, hesitated forward and pinched a rag, he silently followed Jian Shi'an to wipe the cart, but he was ready to be scolded in his heart.

But what he didn't expect was that until the two of them wiped all the carts clean, and even the plates on which the vegetables were placed were washed, Jian Shi'an still didn't scold him.

The other party just smiled at him. Lu Qinghan had seen this smile, and this was what the other party looked like when he faced those customers.

Lu Qinghan had a stump in his heart, he knew the alienation of the other party. He couldn't have been happier if it had been put before.

He even viciously thought that Jian Shi'an was hit by a carriage after beating him, or that he was killed by those who collected debts. All in all, he never hoped that Jian Shi'an would do well, and he never had any hope for him.

Even though the Jian family helped him when he was in danger, this kindness had already been repaid when Jian Shi'an forcibly married him in order to resist the arrangement of the old man of the Jian family.

But now...

Lu Qinghan secretly spit on himself, but because of the other party's slight overture, he began to expect him. What was he expecting? What else could he expect?

What interrupted his deeper thinking was the melon and fruit handed by Jian Shi'an.

The washed and cut crisp peaches were packed in a porcelain plate, and Lu Qinghan remembered that this plate was put away on the top of the cupboard by Jian Shi, and was not taken out until he received distinguished guests.

Lu Qinghan subconsciously tilted his head, this action looked a little cute in Jian Shi'an's eyes.

Jian Shi'an coughed, using this action to hide his careful thoughts, and then explained: "Peaches are very sweet, I remember that you like this kind of sweet peach."