Li Wuyu road, "The Prince and Princess asked Wuyu to come early this morning to assist with making ridges."
"Hehe..." An Jing laughed heartily, not concealing her appreciation for Li Wuyu in the slightest and, hugging Xiao Changyi’s arm, she said to him with a smile in front of Li Wuyu, "Husband, this Miss Li is really quite interesting."
Xiao Changyi remained silent, his face still void of any expression.
Li Wuyu, however, road, "The Princess flatters me."
"Alright, we don’t need your help with this land, you can go and have fun." An Jing had initially just wanted to take care of Linghe, and now that Linghe had left, she naturally would not allow Li Wuyu to do any more farming for her. "Oh, and don’t reveal my husband’s and my identity to anyone, or we’ll have to settle accounts with you."
"Yes," replied Li Wuyu.
Just as Li Wuyu turned to leave, an excited male voice rang out—
Upon jumping down from the coach, Wang Youbao immediately ran towards An Jing and Xiao Changyi.
Wang Youbao had been slimming down for nearly a year, and now, with his daily vegetarian diet and martial arts training, he had become completely slim. He looked incredibly lively and, moreover, had become exceedingly handsome.
Last time Wang Youbao came, An Jing noticed that fat Wang Youbao and slim Wang Youbao were entirely different people. Then, An Jing said that Wang Youbao now could be considered a "fresh young man."
However, Wang Youbao didn’t know what "fresh young man" meant. He pressed An Jing for the meaning, but An Jing didn’t tell him, only mentioning that Wang Youbao’s appearance would certainly win the secret admiration of many young ladies.
On seeing Wang Youbao run up to them without panting or blushing, An Jing asked with a smile, "What brings you here today?"
Wang Youbao road, "I overheard people saying that now is the season for planting sweet potatoes, so I came looking for you. I was thinking that you could plant more sweet potatoes so that later we could make vermicelli to sell."
An Jing couldn’t help but chuckle, "You’re really fixated on our homemade vermicelli, aren’t you?"
Wang Youbao felt no embarrassment, "I remember very clearly everything that can make money."
An Jing pointed to the ground under their feet, "We don’t have that much land to cultivate; we’re only planting sweet potatoes on one and a half acres of these two acres. If you want to make vermicelli later, just purchase sweet potatoes directly from others. Our sweet potatoes aren’t for sale, but don’t worry, I’ll give you the recipe for making vermicelli."
Wang Youbao was earnest, "All I want is for you to be willing to share the recipe for making vermicelli."
An Jing laughed again, "Anyway, we’re splitting the profits fifty-fifty, so why wouldn’t I share it?"
Wang Youbao rarely complained, "That’s not always the case. With yours and Changyi’s temperament, if you don’t want to share the recipe, even if all the money went to you, neither you nor Changyi would give it away."
He had a deep understanding of these two friends, who did everything based on their whims. He remembered it well from before.
"Very true, very true," An Jing immediately praised, "You really understand me and my husband so well."
"After all, we’ve known each other for such a long time." It was then that Wang Youbao finally noticed that beyond An Jing and Xiao Changyi, there was also a young lady standing beside them.
Wang Youbao saw Li Wuyu as a beautiful woman, but thought nothing of it, as he had seen his fair share of pretty young women. But she was staring at him so directly that he found it a bit much to take in.
It was the first time he had been stared at so intently, and after a moment of surprise, Wang Youbao quickly averted his eyes and, with an awkward cough, politely inquired, "An Jing, who might this young lady be...?"