Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

I'll make it for you every day after Chapter 152.

Li Xiaotao pulled out a long bench and sat down with an air of authority.

"Tao'er...you...tell your uncle the truth, are you even capable of anything?"

Li Fugui couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned closer, his old face contorted in a grimace. "This is tens of thousands of pounds of melons for the whole village! I'm not kidding! If we get stuck with this, where will we put our faces? The villagers will probably gossip about us!"

Li Jianshe also took out his pipe, his hands trembling so badly that he couldn't light it even after striking several matches. His brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Yes, Peach, this is no joke. We old guys are risking our lives for you."

Li Youtian slumped into a chair, picked up the large, chipped teacup on the table, and without caring whether it was hot or cold, gulped down a large mouthful. Only then did he feel half of his soul, which had been floating in the sky, return.

He raised his eyelids. "Tell the truth! What's your backup plan? You were bragging so loudly outside just now, are you just going to use your father's old face as a doormat for some random person to step on?"

Then his term as secretary is coming to an end.

Li Xiaotao didn't rush to answer; instead, she smiled.

She turned her head and looked at Li Youtian first.

"Dad, do you still remember my brother-in-law's younger brother?"

Li Youtian was taken aback and went through the thought process in his mind.

His eldest daughter's husband is Xu Yuejin, his younger brother...

"You mean... Xu Yuecheng?"

That kid drove a Jeep around all day, he has a deep impression of him!

"Yes, that's him!"

Li Xiaotao nodded. "He's no small fry; he's making a name for himself in the county transport team! What kind of place is that? It's full of trucks! Full of connections for hauling goods and running long-distance routes!"

She stood up and took two steps in the middle of the room, exuding confidence from the bottom of her being.

"Father, Uncle Fugui, and my father!"

"What are we worried about? Not having a car? He has one! Not having a market? We don't need to worry about that either! Wherever a car can go, that's our battlefield!"

Upon hearing this, all three men in the room were stunned.

Li Fugui opened his mouth, then hesitated for a moment before finding his voice: "But...but they're big shots in the county, why would they help us?"

"With these tens of thousands of kilograms of melons! He needs the channels, we'll handle the distribution. It's a profitable business; he has no reason not to do it!"

She stopped talking and turned to leave.

"I'm going to find him right now!"

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The jeep traveled on the dirt road for a full four hours before finally turning into Huai City's territory as dusk fell.

Along the way, Xu Yuecheng was like a peacock with its tail feathers spread, his driving skills were dazzling, reversing with one hand and overtaking on curves, his series of actions were smooth and effortless.

Xiao Lan was very accommodating, offering him water and wiping his sweat from time to time. Her adoring eyes were practically overflowing with admiration, completely captivating Xu Yuecheng, who was so charmed that he wished he could drive the car to the heavens.

Upon arriving at the back gate of the Huai City Textile Factory, the receiving clerk, a middle-aged man wearing glasses, who had been waiting there, quickly came to greet him upon seeing the license plate number.

"Oh, Captain Xu! We've been waiting for you!"

Xu Yuecheng jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, instantly regaining his domineering aura.

He pulled out the order form from his pocket and slapped it into the man's hand: "Check it out, it's all at the back."

While the workers were unloading the goods, Xiao Lan didn't rest either.

Instead of getting out of the car to cause trouble, she quietly observed the scale of the textile factory through the glass window.

The factory buildings are connected in a row, and the roar of the machines can be heard even through the walls. No wonder it is a big factory in the neighboring province. If we could make connections here and get some scraps of Dacron fabric to make hair ties and detachable collars, it would definitely be a very profitable business.

After unloading the goods and settling the freight, Xu Yuecheng shook the stack of ten-yuan bills in his hand, pulled out two bills and stuffed them into his pocket, then locked the rest in the metal box under the car seat.

"Come on, let's go eat." Xu Yuecheng started the car again, glanced at Xiao Lan, and said, "Are you starving?"

Xiao Lan rubbed her stomach. She had been eating scallion pancakes all the way, so she wasn't that hungry, but it certainly wouldn't fill a man up. She nodded and said, "I am a little hungry. I'll listen to you."

At this time, state-run restaurants had already closed down, so Xu Yuecheng found a small restaurant on the street and ordered a few dishes at random.

When the dishes were served, he took a couple of bites, chewing absentmindedly.

"improvise."

He put down his chopsticks, raised his eyelids, and looked straight at Xiao Lan. "But compared to what you make, sister-in-law, it's far inferior."

Xiao Lan chuckled inwardly.

He'd never been this attentive when he ate her cooking before.

Isn't what they're saying all about just those roundabout ways?

Instead of pointing it out, she went along with his words and said, "If you like it, I'll make it for you every day from now on."

Xu Yuecheng raised an eyebrow, leaned back, and looked nonchalant.

"Do it every day?"

He drew out his voice, tinged with a malicious ambiguity, "That's not a privilege just anyone can enjoy. Someone who cooks for me every day... well, that's a different story."

Xiao Lan's heart tightened.

The meaning of this statement couldn't be clearer.

She showed no emotion on her face, but with a flicker of her eye, she chuckled lightly, "What? Captain Xu is looking down on me and doesn't want me to stay in the convoy to manage logistics anymore?"

Xu Yuecheng could easily see through her blatant excuse.

He suppressed his smile slightly, and his tone became a bit more serious.

"Who dares to kick you out?"

He leaned forward, getting close to Xiao Lan, his voice low yet domineering, "As long as you, Xiao Lan, want to stay, no one will take you away from this convoy!"

Xiao Lan looked directly at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "That settles it then. In that case, I'll cook for everyone every day."

Her gaze fell on his face, and she emphasized the word "everyone" in her words, as if it were a declaration of war or a provocation.

By the time we left the restaurant, it was completely dark.

The night in Huai City is not as bustling as in Shanghai. The streetlights are dim, and only a few shops are still lit.

"It's getting late, we need to find a place to stay."

Xu Yuecheng glanced at his watch; the hands pointed to nine o'clock. "I'm taking you to see that workshop director tomorrow, so you need to get a good rest tonight."

He started the jeep, drove around the city twice, and finally stopped in front of a "People's Guesthouse" that looked fairly clean.

"Wait in the car, I'll go ask." Xu Yuecheng jumped out of the car and strode into the guesthouse.

Less than two minutes later, Xu Yuecheng came out with a sullen face.

"What's wrong? No rooms available?" Xiao Lan asked, rolling down the car window.

"This place is full."

Xu Yuecheng spat, "They say there's some kind of trade fair going on here recently, and all the middlemen from all over have come, so the guesthouses are in high demand."

He drove to two more hotels, but they were either full or small, dirty, and chaotic places where you could only stay in dormitories. Xu Yuecheng took one look and then pulled Xiao Lan away.

"I refuse to believe there's nowhere to live in Huai City!"

Xu Yuecheng was stubborn and drove to another guesthouse.

This place isn't as convenient as the city center; it's almost in the suburbs.

Xu Yuecheng got out of the car and went inside. He said to the middle-aged woman who was knitting, "Auntie, please get two rooms."

The older woman pushed up her reading glasses, sized up the two travel-worn individuals, and slowly opened the registration book.

"Two rooms? No more."