The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife

97 Moneybags Could Dig In Their Heels!
Billions of dollars’ worth of supplies were not something to be taken lightly!

Those who had money to burn could dig in their heels.

Zhao Chuchu was not worried about Xie Heng’s probing. A person of his intelligence knew the seeds of high-yield crops his “ex-wife” provided would bring nothing but benefits for his future if he became a government official.

Only a fool would think of killing the golden goose.

Furthermore, even ten more Xie Hengs were not enough to get the better of her.

She did not like resorting to trickery, but it did not mean she was a dimwit.

“What about the remaining areas?” Xie Heng asked. “What are you planning to do with them?”

“We’ll see. Let’s finish cultivating the land first. We’ve got all the time in the world. We’ll talk about it once we’ve done cultivating the southern area—burning the wood ashes and planting the potatoes,” Zhao Chuchu uttered and looked at Xie Heng. “Are you curious?”

“Yeah. But I know everyone has their secrets. I’m no exception.” Xie Heng smiled and promised he wouldn’t probe into her privacy. “There won’t be a third person who knows this apart from you and me.”

“That’s the way, bro.” Zhao Chuchu patted his shoulder.

Xie Heng turned to look at her slender and fair hands. “You still want a farm, right? Are you planning to grow some crops that the Wei Dynasty didn’t have as well?”

“No. It’s just your good ol’ rice,” Zhao Chuchu replied with a smile. “If I can grow the paddy successfully, we’ll be swimming in money.”

“Oh?”

“You’ll see.”

Zhao Chuchu winked at him and kept him in suspense.

As Xie Heng gazed at her, he felt as if his encounter with her was that of a fairy in the woods.

Still, Zhao Chuchu gave him a powerful impression that she was a living person.

A sudden and rare curiosity was aroused in Xie Heng—one directed toward a girl at that.

Previously, he and Zhao Chuchu were merely two strangers living under the same roof. He only protected her out of sympathy. There were no romantic feelings between them. He had things he wanted to do; she had a man she was in love with.

“Is there something on my face?” Zhao Chuchu touched her face after noticing Xie Heng staring at her.

Xie Heng immediately retracted his gaze and smiled slightly. “No. I was wondering what kind of surprise you will be bringing me.”

“The surprise will be a big one.” Zhao Chuchu stood up. “Okay, it’s getting late already. I’ll take a shower now. You can prepare some potato dishes if you want to eat them now.”

“Aren’t these the seeds?”

“You can eat them before the buds sprout. But, once the shoots begin to grow, you’ll get food poisoning.”

Xie Heng nodded.

Zhao Chuchu went to her room to get clean clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Xie Heng remained squatted in the same spot, grabbing and rotating the potatoes while scrutinizing them.

If potatoes were as good as she said, they could prevent many unfortunate events from happening.

After showering, Zhao Chuchu noticed Xie Heng was still staring at the potatoes. So, she couldn’t help but tease, “They’re not pretty women. Beautiful flowers won’t grow from them even if you stare at them all night, you know?”

As Xie Heng lifted his eyes, the dim light from the candle glinted on his delicate and misty countenance, making him appear more enigmatic.

Xie Heng stood to his feet. “Are you hungry?”

“Are you making supper?” Zhao Chuchu instantly brightened up at the mention of food, as she could never forget the taste of Xie Heng’s cooking.

Zhao Chuchu still missed the taste of the sesame mochi from the other night.

“Yeah. I want to try making the fried potato pancake you mentioned earlier.” Xie Heng picked a few potatoes and walked past the door before twisting his head back to ask, “Am I taking too many of them?”

“No, don’t sweat it. It’s just nice.” Zhao Chuchu went looking for a basket and filled up half of it. “Let’s go and make some pancakes.”

Xie Heng remarked, “Um… You seemed to love good food a lot?”

“Well, bread is the staff of life. It’s a shame I’m bad at cooking. I wonder if Da Lang could recreate the cuisine from my homeland.” Expectation and anticipation were written all over Zhao Chuchu’s face. She could still wait a little longer if it were for scrumptious dishes.

Xie Heng pursed his lips and smiled. “I’ll try.”