The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Seeing her mother's firm attitude, Li Yue couldn't help but widen her eyes, her eyes full of doubts.

"Mom, could it be that my third brother and his wife have sold all the dried tofu they made?"

This question was asked at the right time, and it immediately reminded Jiang Jinhe of the large amount of prepared dried tofu stored in his backyard. He couldn't help but feel itchy, so he immediately got up and walked in that direction.

As soon as Jiang Jinhe stepped into the backyard, he could smell waves of extremely tempting fragrance.

This time, the new type of dried tofu made by using the spiritual spring water taken from the space and special soybeans is really amazing, and the taste is much better than any other time.

This snack is soft but not dry, tender yet has a certain toughness. It melts in your mouth and has a slightly chewy feeling.

What’s more important is its unique and refreshing aroma. Even before putting it in your mouth, the smell wafting through your breath will make you swallow your saliva.

Jiang Jinhe was filled with anticipation when he thought that he could take this batch of delicious dried tofu to the county town to sell tomorrow, and maybe even exchange it for more wealth!

Shortly after dinner, everyone went back to their rooms and went to bed early to recover their strength to face new challenges.

Just as it was late at night, the young carpenter Song Wenqin seemed to be worried and found an opportunity to discuss the arrangements for the next day's trip with Jiang Jinhe.

"Why don't you let me go with you to the market in the city tomorrow?"

he suggested.

However, Jiang Jinhe was very determined and did not agree with his suggestion.

"Don't bother. Stay home and help your father and brother make the chairs. If you have some free time, you can study the blueprint for the rocking chair you drew earlier. Maybe you can find some room for improvement."

"Whether our bamboo products can make money depends entirely on it!"

Jiang Jinhe's mother said confidently that she was well aware of the prospects of this technology.

Facing the safety concerns raised by Song Wenqin, Jiang Jinhe sighed helplessly and immediately covered his mouth with her hand: "With my mother protecting us, nothing will happen. Do you know how much experience my mother has in this area? She's an expert."

"Besides, it's not appropriate for a grown man like you to sell dried tofu."

Jiang Jinhe continued, "It's not that I look down on your ability, but this kind of small matter doesn't require someone this strong to handle it personally, right?"

After hearing this, Song Wenqin was silent for a while. His original intention to argue was immediately defeated. After a long time, he said a word lightly: "Hmm."

Jiang Jinhe didn't notice anything wrong at the time, but when she recalled the scene later, she always felt that there was an indescribable feeling in it.

It stands to reason that from a modern perspective, men are not considered incapable of engaging in such small businesses, especially when a man is willing to make such a decision in order to support his partner. This even makes her feel warm and happy.

But her intuition told her that this was not suitable for a man like Song Wenqin who was so imposing and had his own aura.

Perhaps he is more suitable for the image of galloping on horseback in the wilderness at night, holding a sharp sword to fight against the wind and rain.

Just as I was imagining this heroic scene in my mind, I inadvertently turned my head and glanced to the side, only to find that I was meeting a pair of eyes as bright as the stars in the deep night sky.

Even in the dim light, those black eyes were still bright and dazzling, like two scorching little suns hidden deep in the forest, reflecting her appearance in them.

"Wen Qin..."

I shouted it out subconsciously but suddenly didn't know what to say next, so I just picked a random topic: "Look, the lights over there are still on..."

"Yeah, if it goes out, we really won't be able to see each other clearly."

The other party replied calmly, without looking away, as if waiting for him to look away first.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself lying alone on the cold bed, and Song Wenqin was no longer by my side.

The sound of a donkey cart can be faintly heard outside the window. It seems that he has gotten up early and prepared all the work?

Jiang Jinhe quickly packed her clothes and was about to go out to see what was going on when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Then a man holding a steaming basin appeared in front of her - it was Song Wenqin who had been missing for a long time.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

Before I could finish asking, I saw the other party turned around and walked out, gently closing the door again.

Although the movement was as fast and steady as a breeze passing over the water, the cool air outside the door still rushed into the house through the tiny gap.

Jiang Jinhe, who had just gotten out of bed, couldn't help but shiver.

It seems that the weather is really getting colder!

All this was seen by the careful Song Wenqin, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He gently placed the basin of water in his hand on the bamboo chair next to him, then walked behind Jiang Jinhe and hugged her tightly.

"Jinhe."

"Ah."

Jiang Jinhe was concentrating on tying the belt of her clothes, and was suddenly interrupted by this sudden action. She looked a little dissatisfied.

She gently patted the other person's arm and said with a hint of pouting, "Wen Qin, can you please loosen up a bit? You're holding me too tightly."

But Song Wenqin did not let go. Instead, he lowered his head and gently rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbing her warm and soft neck.

Feeling such intimate actions, Jiang Jinhe thought that Song Wenqin at this moment was just like a big dog in need of comfort.

So she unconsciously reached out and gently stroked the other person's hair, "What's wrong with you? I haven't even left yet, and you can't bear to let me go, right?"

"Ah."

The other person's muffled voice seemed to reveal a feeling of being wronged.

Jiang Jinhe felt that Song Wenqin was a little different today than usual, but he seemed even more adorable this way.

So she continued to gently rub the black hair on his head, trying to give him some comfort.

"Okay, okay, don't worry so much. I said I'll be back soon."

But despite saying this, he still had no intention of letting go.

His strong and powerful arms seemed to be trying to wrap himself completely in his solid embrace.

After staying in Jinhedi for quite a while, he finally spoke slowly, his voice still heavy and full of helplessness.

"Jinhe, do we really have to do this business?"

After a brief hesitation, he whispered in her ear, "You can also choose to stay home and not go anywhere, without doing anything. You know I'm fully capable of supporting you."

Jiang Jinhe quickly understood the reason - was it because he thought he was too capable?

Or are you afraid that this will make you useless?