Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Where Does This Arrogance Come From?

Mrs. Qin gave him a displeased look, "What’s left to eat? Yangyang’s wife steamed three big steamer trays of buns today, over a hundred of them, all sold. She deliberately kept these for us to eat."

Qin Han breathed a sigh of relief, "I was just saying, how can such delicious meat buns not sell out."

"They sold over a hundred in half a day?" Zhang Guilan also asked.

Lin Chuxia didn’t hide anything, "Yeah, there’s a lot of foot traffic at the train station, many people looking to buy food, so they sell really well."

"That’s very good," Zhang Guilan said with a smile.

Lin Chuxia kept a total of 20 meat buns. She ate little for dinner, only one bun and drank a bowl of porridge.

Zhuangzhuang and Mrs. Qin each ate two, Mr. Qin had three, the sister-in-law ate four, and the remaining eight all went into Qin Han’s stomach; everyone was satisfied with the meal.

The next morning, Lin Chuxia and Qin Han went to the coal yard.

A friend of Qin Han’s, also a classmate, had some authority in the coal factory. It was the off-season for coal use, so he gave Lin Chuxia a very good price.

The 12-hole honeycomb briquettes, usually nine cents each, were offered to Lin Chuxia at eight cents apiece, an internal discount.

But she usually used a large wood-burning stove to steam the buns at home; it steamed more and was faster, overall using wood was cheaper than coal.

The wood at home definitely wouldn’t be enough, so Lin Chuxia went to a woodworking factory, where they disposed of the leftover scraps from making furniture; just perfect for use as firewood, and much cheaper.

Lin Chuxia’s business was thriving and gradually getting on track. Meanwhile, Qin Yang received his salary for the month.

Upon leaving the finance office, Qin Yang couldn’t wait to send the money back to Lin Chuxia. Just as he was heading out, a figure followed him.

"Mr. Qin is also going to send money? Let’s go together?"

It was his coworker Li Wei, two years his senior. They usually got along quite well.

"Yeah," Qin Yang responded indifferently, noticing an envelope in Li Wei’s hand, "You wrote a letter home too?"

"I did. My wife asked me to write her two letters a month. Can you believe it? We’ve been married for almost a year now; where am I supposed to find so much to write about?"

Li Wei’s words dripped with helplessness, but his face didn’t show any trace of dislike.

However, Qin Yang caught the important part of his statement, "Your wife asked you to write?"

"If not her, then who? Didn’t your wife ask you to write letters?"

Li Wei sized up his buddy, and couldn’t help thinking, with his buddy’s temperament, if he were his wife, he probably wouldn’t manage to ask for two letters a month either. No, if he were a woman, he wouldn’t marry him at all.

To marry him and cuddle a block of ice all day?

"What kind of look is that?" Qin Yang frowned slightly, "Who says my wife didn’t ask me to write? My wife wants me to write her three letters a month."

Li Wei???

Something off about him today?

Did he take the wrong meds?

Where did this pride come from?

Curiously gossiping, Li Wei stepped closer, "So what do you write in so many letters to your wife every month? I can’t think of anything to say. Just the same old stuff at work every day. I find it so dull. I mean, I say I miss her, but it’s just the bed stuff I think about... Speaking of which, I do get quite enthusiastic when writing that, just afraid the letters might get lost and it’d be a real embarrassment."

"You’re embarrassing yourself right now," Qin Yang didn’t mince words and gave him a sidelong glance.

A grown man obsessing over bed stuff... what a lack of ambition.