If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

As soon as he took out the polished machete, Xu Muyu thought that Wan Chuncao was going to go outside to chop down all the trees for firewood, otherwise what would he use to make a fire.

Guan Chuncao picked up a piece of board from the ground and split it into three pieces with a knife: "Here it is."

"Besides, the bamboo and bamboo leaves that were cut in front of the window can also be burned. At worst, your tattered wardrobe can also be burned."

Xu Muyu took a closer look and saw that what she was holding was the board that he usually used on his wheelchair to eat.

He never used it again after Liu Ma left, and he didn't know when she took it out.

This board had been used for many years and was already worn out. Wan Chuncao didn't need to use much strength to chop it into pieces. She threw the pieces on the ground and stepped on them a few times.

This board was given to Xu Muyu by Liu Ma two years ago. At that time, Liu Ma felt that Xu Muyu's wheelchair was too low and the dining chair was too high, and it was too troublesome to move them back and forth, so she found this board.

It took a long time, and Xu Muyu couldn't describe what he felt. Instead, he felt that Wan Chuncao was even angrier than him, and his feet seemed to want to crush the board into pieces.

Wan Chuncao chopped the board into pieces with a knife and was about to move the bamboos and bamboo leaves that were drying in the corner. She asked Xu Muyu to pick the vegetables first: "You pick the vegetables here, I'll be back soon."

Xu Muyu was naturally not very experienced in picking vegetables, so she took out a bunch of celery from the bag and demonstrated how to remove the celery leaves: "This way, this way, and this way again. In short, just remove the leaves. Do you understand?"

Her teaching was pretty good, and it wasn't a very difficult job. Xu Muyu thought he could do it: "Yeah."

After getting the answer, Wan Chuncao went to move the bamboo and leaves to use for firewood later.

As soon as Guan Chuncao left, Xu Muyu took out a new celery and started picking leaves.

Like this, like this, and like this again.

It's not difficult.

It's just... "Honey, the celery leaves can be plucked off easily, it doesn't take so long,"

Guan Chuncao had gone back and forth three times, but Xu Muyu was still picking the celery in his hand. She threw down the bamboo and said to him, "There's no need to lift your orchid finger."

Xu Muyu lowered his head and saw that his little finger was indeed subconsciously raised. He quickly put his hand down: "I'm just not skilled..."

"I know."

Guan Chuncao might not know that this is a common problem for people who don’t cook often, because they are not skilled and are afraid of getting their hands dirty.

She found a pair of transparent gloves from a bag piled on the ground and put them on him, saying, "You did a good job. I suggest wearing gloves to remove it, so it will be faster."

Xu Muyu looked at the pair of gloves on his hands and nodded: "Yeah."

After putting gloves on Xu Muyu, Wan Chuncao went back and forth between the house to move things. It was not easy to cook outside as many tools were missing.

When she turned back, Xu Muyu continued to pick leaves with gloves on. Once he started picking, he found that it was indeed much faster.

Thanks to these gloves.

He quickly raised his head to look at her back. She was really smart.

When Wan Chuncao came out, he moved out a table with a few pots on it.

Xu Muyu also saw it and wanted to help, but suddenly remembered these legs, so he lowered his head and continued picking vegetables.

But I was still paying attention to whether Wan Chuncao would fall down because he couldn't move it.

Wan Chuncao was not bad at moving a table, she came here without taking a breath. What's more, this is just a small table.

The table was set and she went on washing the big iron pot; she always had her work to do.

Even when she was busy, she didn't say anything to Xu Muyu, she just said that she would call her when she finished picking vegetables.

Xu Muyu rarely saw her like this, she didn't talk much and just worked.

She is so serious and capable when she works, not at all pretentious or squeamish.

But to put it nicely, he is capable.

To put it bluntly, it is the result of hard work.

Maybe it's because he has suffered a lot that he is so skilled.

Xu Muyu was picking vegetables with his hands, but his eyes were always following the Wanchun grass.

Seeing her doing these rough work with full energy, even though her face was covered with sweat, she never complained of being tired.

Is she always like this? Has she always been so capable?

Xu Muyu looked at her and realized that his understanding of her was not even one thousandth of what she knew about him.

He only knew her name and that she was from the country, nothing else.

but……

Xu Muyu suddenly lowered his eyes again.

But is it necessary to know?

He didn't have much feeling towards this marriage or her in the first place.

They are like two very strangers.

They have only been together for a period of time. If they continue to get along, perhaps their relationship will be better and they will get along more harmoniously in the future.

That's it.

There is no need to talk about the rest.

Yes, no need to talk much...

Xu Muyu put the picked vegetables away and happened to look up to see Wan Chuncao throwing away her sun hat and untying her hair band in the sunlight.

She tilted her head back, her long flowing hair swaying in the wind, the sweaty hair stuck to her slender neck, the sweat on her face condensed into transparent water droplets in the sunlight, dripping down her nose bridge.

The wind died down in a second, and more beads of sweat appeared on her face. Her long hair tangled around her slender wrists for a few times before being tied up again.

Her long hair was tied up, revealing her three-dimensional facial features.

Her delicate eyebrows, her slender nose, and her rosy lips all sparkled in the sweat, as if they were coated with a layer of warm light.

She exuded a kind of...hazy softness.

Like... a painting.

Xu Muyu stared at "this painting" unconsciously.

"Honey, do you think I look like a sweaty hunk who just finished a workout? I even posed and shook my hair to imitate them."

Wan Chuncao came over and pretended to pull up the hem of her clothes. She said regretfully, "I wish I were a man, so I could show my belly. It's so hot in this weather!"

Xu Muyu was stunned for half a minute, until he saw her hands grabbing the hem of her clothes, he hastily retracted his gaze, and he tore the celery leaves in his hand and told her to be more careful: "There are other people at home, be careful."

"I just didn't take it off because I knew there were other people at home. Now it's just the two of us, so I have to walk sideways."

Seeing that Xu Muyu hadn't picked half of the leaves yet, Wan Chuncao told him to stop picking and just wash the vegetables: "You can't fry that much anyway."

Xu Muyu then realized that he had not even picked half of the fruits, and the ones in his hand were only half picked: "I..."

Wan Chuncao told him not to worry about it. She took off his gloves and said, "I was just kidding you to speed up. I can't pick so many vegetables if it's me. Let's go wash the vegetables. I'll put the water in the basin and you can wash it in the basin."

Not knowing whether what she said was true or not, Xu Muyu finally stopped thinking too much about it, put down his gloves and followed her to wash the vegetables.

"But husband,"

When Wan Chuncao turned around to get the basin, she asked Xu Muyu: "Why did you look at me like that just now?"

Xu Muyu's eyes flickered for a second, then quickly returned to normal: "What, eyes?"

What is she saying?

Wan Chuncao turned on the faucet, and the water from the faucet accidentally splashed onto her body, soaking her white T-shirt and the collar, revealing her skin under the collar.

"Like now,"

Wan Chuncao said,

"Look at the beauty on the beach."