Chapter 305: Don’t Let Girls Kiss You Randomly

"Chapter 305: You Shouldn't Just Let Any Girl Kiss You"

"Those annoying people are finally gone," Zai Zai suddenly piped up.

Su He almost said that Zai Zai was reading her mind.

But remembering that it might not be the right way to educate a child, she held back.

"Zai Zai, you did great today. You shouldn't let just any girl kiss you," Su He knelt down, pinched Zai Zai's cheek, and said with a smile.

"Mom, what about me?" Niu Niu chimed in, leaning closer.

"Especially not you," Su He immediately turned serious.

"But you and Dad, and Grandpa and Grandma, and..." Niu Niu began listing everyone who had kissed her before.

"Alright, from now on, don’t let just anyone kiss you," Su He interrupted, afraid her blood pressure would spike if she heard the full list.

"Can Mom and Dad still kiss me?" Niu Niu started her endless 'why's again.

"Besides Mom and Dad... and your brother," Su He tacked on Zai Zai at the last moment.

"I don’t do kisses," Zai Zai immediately frowned and said.

"Yeah, Brother never kissed me," Niu Niu added.

Fu Tinghua rolled his eyes helplessly. Why are we all standing here discussing who could or couldn’t kiss whom right at the Fu family’s doorstep?

"Go run along now. It’s almost dinner time. Call your brothers and sisters to get ready," Fu Tinghua quickly changed the subject.

After sending the two kids away, Su He started teasing Fu Tinghua about the little girl who had wanted to kiss Zai Zai earlier.

She finished with, "Will Zai Zai end up being as popular with girls as you are?"

Fu Tinghua: "..."

He looked utterly wronged—talk about unfair.

"I’m not that popular with girls," Fu Tinghua replied calmly.

"Not popular? Those nurses at your hospital can't keep their eyes off you," Su He said, her voice taking on a slightly jealous edge.

"They just like the packaging," Fu Tinghua responded with a smile.

"Me too," Su He let slip.

She wasn’t lying—she had indeed been captivated by Fu Tinghua’s looks.

"Oh? I’m honored," Fu Tinghua quirked a smile, his handsome face making Su He seriously suspect he was working his charms on her.

Hold up - is Dr. Fu being a hypocrite here?

"Su He, Ting Hua," other Fu family members called as they returned from the mountains.

"Ah, everyone’s back! Time to eat!" Wu Yanhua happened to come out to call them, just in time.

The house buzzed like it was a holiday, and the table was soon piled high with meat dishes again.

The kids used to live for holidays. Now, their favorite days were when Uncle and Aunt came to visit.

Because every time Fu Tinghua's family comes back, they eat really well at home.

All of this is thanks to Aunt Su.

Aunt Su buys most of the meat, and her cooking tastes better than those made by other family members.

So if you ask the children who their favorite person is, it's definitely Su He.

"Su He, these sugar oranges will be ready in about two more days," Fu Dajun couldn't help but talk shop with Su He during the meal.

Now the whole family's working together, it's basically our job now, so isn't this business?

"Dad, you're making quick progress," Su He said with a smile.

"Well, for the durians, we probably have about six more weeks of selling before the season is over," Fu Dajun said regretfully.

"That's how fruits are—the good season doesn't last long. There's no way around it," Su He comforted him.

"Yeah, that's true. Out with the old, in with the new. We'll wait for the sugar oranges to have a good harvest," Fu Dajun said with a smile.

"It definitely will," Su He was very confident about the sugar oranges.

In this era, there really aren't many fruits available in winter.

Su He grew these sugar oranges, and she knew they'd sell.

Although Su He planned to sell the sugar oranges on the cheaper side, they were still going for fifty cents per pound.

Sweet potatoes go for twenty cents per pound, so fifty cents for sugar oranges seems fair, right?

Besides, sweet potatoes are something every country household keeps—basically everyone has them.

But sugar oranges? They've got the market cornered.

"I heard the road in our village is scheduled to break ground early next year. When the time comes, our family plans to put two of us on the job," Fu Dajun suddenly brought up this matter.

"Dad, let me and Second Brother go. Eldest Brother might earn more from doing hauling jobs for others than from working on the road," Fu Derong chimed in.

"Working on roads is tough. Have you two thought it through?" Fu Dajun asked seriously.

"We've thought it through. But Su He, do you have any other fruits you want to plant?" Fu Ziyao scratched his head and asked.

"Hmm—spring, let me think." As she thought, Su He suddenly got an idea and said, "We can plant watermelons. We'll have them ripe by summer."

"Watermelons? Some people in other villages are already growing them," Chen Sufen blurted out.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, she quickly clamped her mouth shut.

"Is that so? No worries, ours are sure to be bigger and sweeter than theirs," Su He said cheerfully.

"Then when we go to work on the road, we won't be able to help Su He with the fruit planting. And by then, we'll need to tend the family fields again," Fu Ziyao said worriedly.

"If it's about road construction, our family shouldn't go," Wu Yanhua, who had been quiet most of the time, suddenly spoke up.

"Huh? Why?" Fu Dajun instinctively asked his wife but got the stink eye from Wu Yanhua.

Fu Dajun scratched his head in confusion, not knowing what he had done to upset his wife.

After the meal, of course, it was time to split the profits.

This payment is smaller than last time's.

Although this period is the peak season for durian ripening, the selling season is still brief.

After Su He and her family left, Fu Dajun couldn't help but ask Wu Yanhua, "What was up with you earlier? Why didn't you want us to work on the road construction?"

"Don't get me started!" Wu Yanhua wanted to roll her eyes hard.

"What about the farmland at home? And the business with Su He?" Wu Yanhua countered.

"But... aren't there still others at home? If Ziyao and Derong go work on the road to earn money, wouldn't that add another income source for the family?"

Even though the business with Su He brings in a lot of money, Fu Dajun still believes his sons should go out and work—it just feels more solid that way.

That's just how it is—older folks just value a sense of steadiness.