After Chen Shi, there was no one in the shop. Lin Qiao lowered her sore shoulders. Li Guifen wanted to beat her when she saw this, but suddenly she thought of something, "Cough, Tingfan, please help your sister-in-law press it. We have little force and it won't work if you press it."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan nodded, "Okay." After that, he washed his hands and helped Lin Qiao press.

Lin Qiao was not embarrassed either. Song Tingfan did press it. The force of his hands on his shoulder was obviously greater than in previous years, but it would not hurt.

Li Guifen smiled beside her so her eyes narrowed into a slit. That's it.

When the two got closer, their relationship came out. She didn't believe that Tingfan was so handsome and his daughter had no idea.

I have to say that she understands Lin Qiao's face control in this regard.

At this time, two black shadows came in, and everyone in the shop looked up. The young man in a lilac robe was full of nobleness, and the boy in a short-striking clothes behind him was obviously a servant.

"Young Master Wei, come in and sit down." Wang Tan knew him and hurriedly wiped the stool and sat down.

The young man in the lilac robe was Wei Yun. He glanced at the man who pressed the woman's shoulders and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Lin Qiao naturally couldn't let Song Tingfan press it, and stood up and called out, "Young Master Wei."

"If the cook is found, he will come here in the afternoon. Then you can see if it is suitable or not, and then look for it." Wei Yun looked at her.

As soon as Lin Qiao heard this, she knew that she must have said what Manager Li said. In fact, she didn't want Wei Yun to help. Kill, the two of them were a little embarrassed. Wei Yun wanted to marry her as a concubine.

She refused to be a concubine. As long as Wei Yun was not stupid, she would not marry her to be a real wife.

"I'm sorry to you for this."

"No trouble, a few words." Wei Yun ordered the same as usual.

As Lin Qiao was about to make noodles, Song Tingfan next to her threw a handful of noodles into the boiling water. His rough movements gradually made some water come out.

Lin Qiao quickly wiped his hands with a handkerchief, "I'll cook it if you're uncle."

"It's okay, I'll do it." Song Tingfan made soup with a normal look. After a while, he picked the noodles and gave it to Wei Yun.

Wei Yun didn't even lift the chopsticks and said to the servant behind him: "You eat it."

The servant couldn't touch his mind, but he still took the noodles to another table and started eating. He vomited as soon as he ate it. His face turned red.

Wang Tan quickly poured water for him, "Eat slowly, just get the pot and burn your mouth."

It’s not hot, it’s spicy, the servant dared not say it. After taking a sip, he continued to eat it in a torment.

Lin Qiao understood what Wei Yun meant, grabbed a handful of noodles and threw them into the boiling water. Song Tingfan next to her glanced at her, feeling blocked by something, and then went to the attic without saying a word.

Li Guifen naturally saw it. Seeing that her daughter hadn't noticed it, she hurriedly pulled her aside, "Tingfan felt a little uncomfortable again. I saw him covering his stomach earlier. You go up and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao nodded quickly, and no longer cared about whether she was faced or not, then quickly walked to the attic.

Seeing Song Tingfan sitting on a stool looking at her, she saw the shadow from three years ago for a moment. She was pitiful and said softly, "Uncle, why don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Seeing that she was catching up with her, Song Tingfan felt much better. He pursed his lips and said, "Hone."

"Why is it hurting in your chest?" Lin Qiao believed that he would not lie, so she believed without hesitation.

"It hurts." Song Tingfan raised his hand and rubbed his chest, as if it really hurt.

"Why is this happening? I've been injured here?" Lin Qiao walked closer. Seeing that he didn't have much strength to rub it, she subconsciously raised her hand to help him rub it.

When the soft hand touched, Song Tingfan's body stiffened for a moment, said softly, "Hmmed" and then said, "I've been hit by an arrow."

He did not tell lies, he was indeed defeated, but not deep.

Lin Qiao's face changed and she said anxiously: "I'll go and call the doctor to come and have a look."

"No need, just knead for a while."

Song Tingfan glanced at her hand and said, "I'll rub it myself." After saying that, his brows frowned, and his hands seemed to be unable to exert strength.

Lin Qiao thought he felt pain, "Don't move, I'll help you rub it, and if it hurts, I'll say it."

The woman in her eyes looked worried, and Song Tingfan's eyebrows flashed softly, "Okay."

After a while, his chest stopped hurting.

When he went down to the attic, Wei Yun had already left.

Lin Qiao didn't care either. She glanced at the sky outside. It was almost time to make an appointment with the shop owner. "Mom, I'm going out for a while. If I can't get busy later, I'll take fewer customers."

Li Guifen knew what she was going to do, "Let Tingfan go with you so you can talk more."

"My uncle feels uncomfortable, he's in the shop." As soon as Lin Qiao finished speaking, Song Tingfan spoke, "It's okay."

Li Guifen echoed: "It would be better to go out for a walk when you feel uncomfortable, otherwise you would be stuffy in the shop."

Finally, Lin Qiao agreed.

The shop was not far away, and it was a yard with two opens. Lin Qiao also looked like the yard at that time, so it would be easier to live in the future and not have to squeeze into the attic.

The owner was anxious to sell it and left, and he smiled and said, "This shop is suitable for young couples like you, who can do business and have a place to live."

He paused for a moment and said, "If you have it in the future, it will be the most suitable for taking care of your children."

It was obvious that the couple was misunderstood. Lin Qiao wanted to explain, "Misunderstood..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Tingfan next to him continued, "The roof tiles are a bit old, will it leak?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao's attention changed. She looked up at the roof. The tiles were indeed a bit old and darker in color.

This shop has been living in the yard for three generations, and it is naturally old. The owner originally wanted to fool him, but now the man pointed it out, so he couldn't hide it. "It's true. You can change it. I'm also honest about how many taels of silver. If you want to buy it, I'll be less. Originally, 85 taels of silver, you'll give it eighty taels."

Song Tingfan shook his head, swept the surroundings, and quickly said, "It's too expensive, and the beams of the house need to be replaced, seventy taels."

The owner was not happy after losing ten taels of silver. "No, this price is not good. Brother, this price cannot be cut like this. This house is a bit old, but it is a good fortune. Do you know, three generations of my family have given birth to boys?"

Lin Qiao's mouth twitched. It doesn't matter if she gave birth to a boy or a girl, it depends on whether the man can do it. "Owner, we are buying it sincerely. If you don't sell it sincerely, we will go and see the others."

"Why am I not sincerely buying it? You couple will add some more. Seventy taels are really not good."

The boss wanted to sell a few taels more, but he looked at Song Tingfan, who was in charge: "Little brother, I think you are happy, I am happy too. Will the seventy-five taels of silver be made?"

"You are willing to renovate it all, at least ten taels of silver." Song Tingfan shook his head.

The boss hesitated for a moment, "Let's do this, seventy-two taels, you really can't be less. If you have less, you can go and see the others."

Song Tingfan looked at Lin Qiao, "How is it?"

Judging from the boss's reaction, seventy-two taels can't be missing anymore. Lin Qiao nodded, "The boss is happy, we are happy too."

The boss smiled and said, "The relationship is still the young lady in charge, she is married well."
Chapter completed!