The life of Lao Liu since 1944

Hou Jie's behavior was out of place in the Republic of China. Hou Jie was used to the style of later generations and felt that it was not shameful to make his wife happy. It was normal to smile at his wife and bow his head to apologize.

In the eyes of people in the Republic of China, it was a bit embarrassing for men, not manly at all, and was looked down upon.

This is also related to the current social situation. Hou Jie doesn't care about these and still does his own thing. As long as his wife is happy, it doesn't matter. He lives freely.

Mu Chunhua thought so too. Today was indeed an auspicious day. Her mood also brightened. The previous misunderstandings and conflicts disappeared. She was no longer angry. Seeing the change in Mu Chunhua's attitude, Hou Jie also felt relaxed and happy. The atmosphere between the two of them instantly eased a lot.

Hand in hand, Mu Chunhua and Hou Jie went to the market to buy vegetables and wine with smiles on their faces. The market was bustling with people busy choosing the ingredients they needed. Mu Chunhua and Hou Jie shuttled through the crowd, picking fresh vegetables and fruits while chatting, without any tension, as if the previous conflict had never existed.

Back at the Mu family, Mu Chunhua busily walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner. She skillfully washed vegetables, cut meat, and cooked, and every move seemed so elegant and confident. Hou Jie saw Mu Chunhua busy in the kitchen and felt a little distressed. He wanted to help but was politely declined by Mu Chunhua.

Mu Chunhua smiled and said to Hou Jie: "The kitchen is a woman's territory, how can you let a man interfere? You just wait by the side, and you will have a delicious dinner in a while." Hou Jie felt warm in his heart when he heard Mu Chunhua's words. He still helped her and took the time to appreciate Mu Chunhua's beautiful figure, his heart full of gratitude and love.

Mu Chunhua couldn't refuse and could only smile helplessly.

Hou Jie sighed, "Women in this era are really good. They really live a good life. I finally stopped envying my father and I am living the life of a master."

Hou Jie, looked at Mu Chunhua who was busy in the kitchen with gentle eyes. Even in simple home clothes, her slim figure was so attractive.

Hou Jie couldn't help but praise her. "Wife, you are so pretty."

Mu Chunhua turned back from the steaming stove and saw Hou Jie's loving eyes. She couldn't help but blush shyly. She scolded, "Don't yell nonsense, I'm not your wife yet!"

Although Mu Chunhua had expressed her dissatisfaction, Hou Jie seemed not to have listened at all. He continued to do his own thing, staring at the beauty in front of him obsessively, as if she was the only figure left in the whole world.

As for the one who didn't have any shame, he seemed to be unaware of the impact his words had on Mu Chunhua, and praised her even more excitedly: "Hey! Wife, I like you so much!"

He always expressed his love for Mu Chunhua in an undisguised tone, with explicit love words one after another, and he was really good at talking.

Facing Hou Jie's funny and affectionate attitude, Mu Chunhua felt sweet in her heart, but also a little helpless. After all, she was busy preparing meals, and Hou Jie's sweet words always easily upset her mood, making her face unconsciously flushed, and she blamed him for causing trouble.

At the same time, she was very happy deep down in her heart and wanted to listen. Because she knew that Hou Jie really liked her. Although he was naughty sometimes, she could feel his love. This feeling of being valued and loved made Mu Chunhua feel extremely happy and warm.

Da da da, someone's mouth seems to be blessed, and he keeps saying sweet words.

"I once had a true love, but I didn't cherish it. If God gives me another chance, I want to tell that girl, 'I love you for ten thousand years.'"

Mu Chunhua gradually went from being shy to being angry and humiliated, and she was so furious that she could no longer bear it.

Mu Chunhua grabbed a stick of firewood and ran out of the kitchen, starting to swing it at Hou Jie.

He roared, "I finally understand. You are here to cause trouble and don't want me to cook properly, right?"

"I let the girl you once were..."

"I'll let you go to heaven and give you a chance..."

"I'll let you love her for ten thousand years..."

Hou Jie ran away, and was chased by his wife, jumping up and down for a while, and his image was completely ruined. Sometimes he danced ghost steps, sometimes he performed impromptu yangko, and sometimes he danced slowly like an old lady in the square. It was really chaotic, and he was covered in dust and had a bruised face.

Hou Jie had a lot of question marks on his head, "That's not right! When other people say sweet words to each other, they are all very affectionate, but why do I get beaten when I say sweet words to myself? What's wrong with me?"

Mu Chunhua finally vented her anger. She pointed at Hou Jie with a stick and said angrily, "You big bad guy, keep quiet while I'm cooking and stop making trouble here. If you dare to do this again next time, I'll beat you up!" Her words were like a string of pearls, full of endless anger and helplessness.

After saying that, Mu Chunhua threw the stick in her hand to the ground fiercely, turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking. Hou Jie was left alone, with a pair of resentful eyes that had nowhere to go, so pitiful.

Hou Jie whispered, "Wife, the real murderer."

At the dinner table, the two of them ate quietly. Mu Chunhua felt uncomfortable with Hou Jie's resentful eyes. She frowned and asked in confusion, "Just tell me what you want to say. Don't look at me like that. Your eyes are almost tearing."

Hou Jie's eyes were a little dull, filled with deep sorrow. He looked at Mu Chunhua, his lips trembling slightly: "Chunhua, you have changed, don't you love me anymore?"

Mu Chunhua couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of water when she heard his words. She quickly pointed at Hou Jie, then covered her stomach and laughed. "You are always making trouble." Mu Chunhua said while laughing, "You are annoying!"

Mu Chunhua had no choice but to change her strategy and try to treat him in a gentler and more considerate way. She began to talk to him in a coaxing tone, praising his strengths and encouraging his efforts. Unexpectedly, this method was very effective. The guy seemed to be moved by her gentleness, gradually became obedient, and began to actively cooperate with her work.

In the process of getting along, Mu Chunhua gradually discovered his personality traits. He was not a person with a bad temper and difficult to get along with, but a typical "smooth-fashioned donkey" character. As long as you can go along with his fur, he will become very docile and easy to get along with.

When night fell, Mu Chunhua struggled with his deep affection and persistence. Finally, she failed to stick to her bottom line and obeyed his wishes. So, on that special night, the two spent a lingering time together, their emotions intertwined, and a romantic affair quietly unfolded.

As for the feeling, whether it was joy or frustration, there was no need to describe it in words. And the person who successfully stole the chicken undoubtedly experienced unprecedented satisfaction and happiness at this moment.