After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

When Xia Mo returned home with a dustpan, he saw the wooden door of the house was wide open. It seemed that Ling Chuan had returned.

So he quickened his pace and walked towards home. Before he even entered the yard, he shouted happily: "Brother Ling, I'm back. Look what I brought back!"

It was not until Xia Mo stepped into the yard and looked up that he discovered two people standing under the osmanthus tree in the yard.

In addition to Ling Chuan, there was also a middle-aged man with dark skin, probably in his fifties. The other person's face was turned to the side, so he could not see the other person's appearance.

However, the other party also heard the sound and turned his head together with Ling Chuan, so Xia Mo could see the other party's true face.

Although this middle-aged uncle is a head shorter than Lingchuan, his serious expression is almost exactly the same as Lingchuan's. Although the years have left a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, it makes his sharp eyes look even sharper.

When Xia Mo was looked at by the other party with such eyes, she immediately felt like an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law... Fortunately, this uncle didn't look like Ling Chuan at all, and he also knew that Ling Chuan's parents had passed away long ago, so...

"Who is this?" Xia Mo walked up to the two of them and asked Ling Chuan.

"His name is Lao Yang. He is the one who sells the prey I hunt on my behalf. You can just call him Lao Yang." Ling Chuan introduced.

"Oh……"

Xia Mo nodded, but when he met Lao Yang's eyes, the words "Hello, Lao Yang" seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it. He simply changed the words, "Hello, Uncle Yang, I'm Ze Ge'er, the husband of Brother Ling..."

Old Yang nodded to him slightly, "Hello, I know, Ling Chuan said so."

Xia Mo nodded, not wanting to stand here and disturb others' conversation, so he smiled and said, "Then you guys chat first, I'll go in."

Old Yang glanced at him, shook his head, and said to Ling Chuan: "Since there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"Yeah." Ling Chuan responded indifferently.

Seeing that Old Yang was about to leave, Xia Mo couldn't help but wonder if he had come back at the wrong time. However, when he thought that he and Ling Chuan were in a cooperative relationship, he spoke to persuade him to stay: "Uncle Yang, why don't you stay for lunch before leaving? There are some snacks to go with the wine."

As Xia Mo spoke, he shook the winnowing basket in his hand and stretched it forward to let them see the results of his labor.

"No, I have some things to do at home." Old Yang waved his hand and glanced at Ling Chuan quickly, but Ling Chuan didn't even bother to look at him, and just stared at the river fish in the young man's hand.

Xia Mo nodded suspiciously: "Okay then..." He always felt that they were up to something.

Old Yang left as soon as he said he would. After he left, Xia Mo and Ling Chuan were the only ones left in the yard.

Xia Mo watched Lao Yang leave, and only slowly withdrew his gaze after his back disappeared through the door. However, when he turned around, he saw Ling Chuan staring at him with a slightly frown.

"?" Xia Mo was confused. Did he say something wrong?

"Old Yang is like this, don't mind him." Ling Chuan said in a low voice.

"Oh... I don't mind. By the way, Brother Ling, what seeds did you buy?" Xia Mo asked him, looking up.

"Water spinach, cowpea, radish..." Ling Chuan listed all the seeds he bought one by one.

Xia Mo nodded, "Everything is fine, when do we start work?"

"Draw the bow?" Ling Chuan raised his eyebrows. Does that mean drawing the bow?

Seeing the other party's confused expression, Xia Mo smiled and explained: "When do we start working in the fields? This afternoon? Or tomorrow?"

"I see. Don't worry. Let's start work after you get better." Ling Chuan put his knowledge into practice.

But Xia Mo refused to do it when he heard it. His eyes widened and he said unconvincedly: "Do you think I look weak?"

Hearing this, Ling Chuan carefully observed the young man for a long time before speaking: "Looks like him."

Xia Mo was speechless and rolled his eyes silently. He was really lying with his eyes open. Forget it, forget it, I won't talk nonsense with him anymore. He still has to return the dustpan to Sister Yingying as soon as possible.

"I'll go pour out these river fish. This dustpan belongs to Sister Yingying. I'll go to her house later."

Xia Mo walked towards the kitchen while talking, Ling Chuan followed him and helped to get a wooden basin, filled it with some water, and then placed it on the wooden table.

It’s good to have someone to help. Xia Mo directly poured the river fish in the dustpan into the wooden basin, then scooped a spoonful of water to rinse the dustpan clean.

Suddenly, Xia Mo thought of a key question.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Ling, where is Sister Yingying's home?"

Ling Chuan stared at the little brother and said, "I'll go with you."

Xia Mo turned his head and asked, "Are you free this afternoon?"

"Well, I have something else to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Xia Mo was curious.

"Have lunch first, and then we can talk while we walk."

"I'll eat when I come back..." Xia Mo felt that he was not hungry yet. He said he wanted to make lunch just now because he saw Lao Yang there. Unfortunately, Ling Chuan interrupted him with a stern face before he could finish his words.

"No, it's already noon, eat first." Ling Chuan said firmly. He couldn't bear to let the boy go hungry. Besides, the boy was too thin. Otherwise, how could he withstand him...

Thinking of this, Ling Chuan instantly turned his gaze away from the young man and coughed lightly.

"But I'm not hungry." Xia Mo blinked.

"But I've warmed it up, just eat some." Ling Chuan had already thrown away those inappropriate images and turned to the young man again. His voice was deep and his eyes were fixed.

Xia Mo felt that if he rejected the other person again, it would be like he had done something extremely unscrupulous.

"Okay, alright... then let's do it together?" Xia Mo put the dustpan on the pile of firewood beside him.

"Yeah." Ling Chuan turned around and brought out the hot food.

The two sat down to eat. Lunch was simple, and Xia Mo was not hungry to begin with, so he finished quickly.

Ling Chuan was also very quick. As soon as Xia Mo put down his chopsticks, he was full.

So after washing the dishes, they took the dustpan and walked out of the house together, heading towards Liu Yingying's house.

"Brother Ling, you just said you had something to tell me. What is it?" Xia Mo turned his head to look at Ling Chuan's tough outline and asked.

Ling Chuan lowered his head and looked at the boy for a moment, then said with his thin lips: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to do a market survey? About restaurants."

"Brother Ling, you still remember this?!" Xia Mo's eyes flashed with surprise.

He really didn't expect that what the other party wanted to tell him was actually related to him. Oh no, it should be said that it was what he wanted to do.

Ling Chuan did not miss the boy's slightly stunned shock, and nodded in a good mood: "Remember, I asked Lao Yang, he has some knowledge and some understanding of the restaurants in the county."

Xia Mo felt a little touched when he heard this. Is this the feeling of being cared for by someone?

"Then what did he say?"

"There are quite a few restaurants in the county, but they vary in size. The small ones basically serve home-cooked dishes, while the large ones have a variety of dishes and their own specialties. The more famous ones would be Guangjuxuan, Fuxing Restaurant and Tianranju." Lingchuan said slowly.

Xia Mo nodded as he listened, until he heard the word Guangjuxuan, his brows slightly frowned. After all, the service attitude of this restaurant really impressed him.