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Empress of Fortune: A Farm Girl's Rise

Introduction 1: The villagers, when mentioning Zhuang Qingning who had no parents, then fell ill and chose to live on her own rather than being fostered by her uncle's family, they sighed and shook their heads, thinking she was paving her own way to death. But who would have thought, she started a workshop, bought a shop, built a house, lived comfortably raising dogs and cats, and everyone who got close to her flourished financially? The villagers: Is it too late to get in good graces with the God of Wealth now? Awaiting your response, it's quite urgent...... ---- Introduction 2: Everyone in the capital city sighed over the good fortune of the Prince Qi, who was unparalleled in his beauty, for he followed the wishes of the late queen and married an ordinary rural girl, thereby giving up an ideal marriage. But who would have thought, the prince was so considerate of his wife, spent fortune to bring a smile to her face, defied orders just to protect her, totally behaving like a man deeply in love...... All the people: Excuse me, is it too late to start shipping this couple now? ---- This story is about a rural woman growing step by step, expressing warmth, lightness, encountering thorny paths and joyful achievements alike, where lovers eventually marry, and there is retribution for good and evil.

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Chapter 139: Speak Directly

"Big Sister Ning, if there are dishes to wash, just leave them there. I'll wash them all together after I've finished eating." Zhang Qiuying, upon entering the backyard and catching sight of this, hurriedly called out.

"I haven't had a chance to drink any water this entire morning, and this cornmeal noodle soup smells so delicious, let me get a bowl of it," Zhuang Qingning laughed.

That's how it was.

Zhang Qiuying let out a sigh of relief, grinned, and said: "Then, Big Sister Ning, go ahead and drink your noodle soup. Leave your bowl, and I will wash it."

"Okay." Zhuang Qingning used a ladle to scoop out the noodle soup, also ladling a bowl for Zhuang Qingsui.

The two of them didn't leave the kitchen but stood inside holding their bowls, drinking straight from them.

The noodle soup, fresh from the pot, was slightly hot; they had to blow on it a few times before they could take a sip.