Chapter 95 Mung Bean Soup

After calculating the work points, Fu Wenwen went to the fields to work with them.

"Sister, why are you here? We have enough people, you don't need to help. Go on, go rest!" As soon as Zhang Cuihua saw Fu Wenwen, she immediately sent her away.

"Sister Wu, I'll help you."

"Sister, don't make trouble. You've calculated your work points, so go do something else! You don't need to worry about this." Fu Wenwen found it both funny and frustrating. She turned to Wu Fang, but was also sent away.

Helplessly, Fu Wenwen saw that none of them wanted her help. She simply went home, grabbed a handful of mung beans, and boiled some mung bean soup for them.

The sun was so strong today. Even though the work was simple, standing in the sun could easily lead to heatstroke.

While Fu Wenwen was at work, Lin An, holding the storybook she had drawn for him, went out to tell stories to his little playmates.

Fu Wenwen had asked Lin An. Lin An said that before, no one in the village wanted to play with him. They all said he was a child without a mother and refused to play with him.

Even after Fu Wenwen married Lin Feng, because Fu Wenwen didn't care, the village children still refused to play with him, and even said that Fu Wenwen would definitely abandon him and leave.

So Lin An had always been very insecure, afraid that Fu Wenwen would abandon him.

Since Fu Wenwen had improved, Lin An had felt the warmth of a mother from her during this time. He had become increasingly attached to Fu Wenwen, sticking to her and not letting go.

It wasn't until Fu Wenwen drew him a storybook that Lin An, who was originally isolated, became popular. He became different in the hearts of the village children. Now Lin An was clean every day, didn't fight with them, and could tell stories. Lin An instantly became the object of the children's favor.

Lin An now hugged his storybook every day. Whenever he went out, children would follow him wherever he went. His status was completely different from before.

Fu Wenwen was also happy to indulge him, drawing storybooks for him whenever she had time.

After boiling a large pot of mung bean soup, Fu Wenwen poured the soup with softened beans into a thermos and put three or four bowls in a basket. Then she carried it out.

Arriving at the field, Fu Wenwen waved to Zhang Cuihua, who was wiping sweat from her forehead. "Cuihua sister, come here!"

"Sister, what's wrong?" Zhang Cuihua was feeling very hot and uncomfortable. Hearing Fu Wenwen's words, she walked over.

Fu Wenwen took a bowl from the basket and poured a bowl of mung bean soup for Zhang Cuihua. "Cuihua sister, it's hot, right? Quickly cool down. It's not good to get heatstroke." Fu Wenwen handed the mung bean soup to Zhang Cuihua and smiled.

"Oh! My dear sister! You're just too thoughtful!" Zhang Cuihua didn't expect Fu Wenwen to bring mung bean soup. She didn't stand on ceremony, took it, took a sip, and couldn't stop. She drank it all in one go.

"It's delicious! I feel so comfortable all over!" Zhang Cuihua was extremely happy and looked at Fu Wenwen with immense gratitude.

"Cuihua sister, ask everyone to come and drink too! I boiled a lot." Fu Wenwen smiled at Zhang Cuihua. "I still have a pot at home, but I can't bring it all..."

"You're so thoughtful!" Zhang Cuihua smiled. "It's just that you don't have anything to carry it in, right? That's a small matter, look at me!"

"Everyone! Everyone, stop for a moment! Fu Zhiqing has boiled mung bean soup for everyone. You've worked for so long, take a break and come quickly to drink!" Zhang Cuihua shouted loudly to the crowd. Her voice was full of energy, and everyone heard her loud call. When they heard there was mung bean soup, they immediately put down their tools and ran over.