Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce-Chapter 46 - The Beautiful Clothes Cannot be Unworn _1
Chapter 46: Chapter 46 The Beautiful Clothes Cannot be Unworn _1
Chapter 46 -46 The Beautiful Clothes Cannot be Unworn _1
That day was not a market day, so business at the cloth shop was relatively quiet.
People in Qingshui Town valued the first sale of the day, giving a discount to the first customer who came in.
Nan Feng picked out a piece of dark blue fabric, first tearing off six feet, then seeing a piece of red checkered fabric, she gritted her teeth and pulled off three more feet.
This way, she had fabric for a new outfit.
After all, a woman could skip a meal, but she could never live without beautiful clothes.
When paying, Nan Feng noticed there was some of the dark red fabric left, so she casually asked the shopkeeper, “Eh, has the price of this fabric increased?
Wasn’t it half off last time?”
“Half off?” The shopkeeper looked very surprised, “We’ve never had a half-off deal on this fabric?
This is a popular style, we’ve never had it on discount before.”
“…” Nan Feng paused, looking again at Ye Ge standing at the door.
So…
the clothes she wore were actually given to her by him?
At that thought, warmth surged in her heart.
After buying the fabric, Nan Feng then went to buy a set of dishes and bowls.
The old ones she used were chipped and cracked, making them uncomfortable to use, and now she could finally replace them.
In a short while, she had filled half a sack with new belongings, and with the hundred wen left, she bought several strings of candied hawthorns.
Nan Feng handed two strings to Ye Ge.
“It seems like I’ve been buying everything.
Don’t you need some new things too?
I can go with you to buy them.”
Ye Ge took the candied hawthorns, “No need, I’ve given my money to Grandpa Er.
He buys whatever he needs.”
“So, you give all the money you earn to Grandpa Er?”
“No, I also keep some,” he began eating the candied hawthorns, “But I really don’t know what I need to buy.
I have enough clothes, and I can make most tools myself, so I just save it.”
Oh, no wonder.
Last time he said he had money and even rented a mule cart.
Nan Feng said, “Ye Ge, it’s mealtime now.
Let’s go, I’ll treat you to a meal.”
Ye Ge thought for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, but let’s not go to Fumanlou again.
Just treating me to noodles is enough, it’s hard to find noodles in the village.”
“Okay, two bowls of noodles and one bowl of beef,” Nan Feng had never been stingy when treating others to a meal, both in her past life and this one.
They found a roadside noodle stall and sat down.
These noodle stalls looked a bit dirty, so Nan Feng washed the chopsticks with tea.
As she was washing, she asked Ye Ge, “Do you like noodles?”
Qingshui Town is in the south, where only rice is grown, not wheat.
Flour-based food is transported and sold from the north.
Ye Ge nodded.
Nan Feng asked again, “So, are you…
from the north?”
At this moment, Ye Ge turned to look at Nan Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his deep, dark eyes.
Then he looked at Nan Feng and asked, “Can you keep a secret for me?”
In other words, Ye Ge was indeed a northerner, but he just spoke with a particularly authentic southern accent.
Nan Feng nodded, “Of course, I promise not to tell anyone.”
…
On the way back, they still hired a mule cart.
Nan Feng sat in the back, looking at the half-filled sack of items, and felt incredibly satisfied.
The road was uneven, and the cart jostled about.
Nan Feng felt dizzy from the bumpy ride, but her heart was unusually calm.
She suddenly realized that this way of life was truly living, a farmer’s life of daily work from sunrise to sunset.
Unlike her previous life, where she didn’t have to worry about food and clothing, yet she lived in constant fear and calculation.
They passed by the place where they had picked wild aloe last time.
Nan Feng got off the cart to pick some more, then put them into the bag like treasures.
As soon as she got on the cart, she saw Ye Ge suddenly taking out a bag of peaches from his arms and handing them to her.
He spoke in a low voice, “These are for you to eat.”
