Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Ai Fei smiled.

She walked over, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "That old man is not so easy to deal with. I may have to stay here for a few days. Mr. Ling, how about going back first?"

He is the chief assistant and has a lot of things to do. How can he have time to waste here with her?

Ling Ye's face darkened. "In Miss Ai's eyes, am I someone who can't stand hardship, who gives up halfway, and who retreats when faced with difficulties?"

Ai Fei: “…”

"That's not what I meant. I'm just worried about wasting Mr. Ling's time."

Ling Ye said coldly, "I have plenty of time to waste. Miss Ai, there's no need to worry!"

What's more, how could he let her stay alone in this small village where there is no one around and no shops nearby!

Ai Fei: “…”

"That's just me overthinking. It's great that Mr. Ling can stay and experience life!"

Ling Ye didn't want to talk to her. This woman was irritating whenever she spoke.

He was so unhappy that he swung his sickle so hard that it almost created an illusion.

Ai Fei saw that he was harvesting quickly and well. Not only were the rice grains behind him neatly stacked, but even the harvested fields were neatly laid out. A beautiful smile lit up her face.

Grandma Ling has done a good job in teaching her eldest grandson!

The two men swung their sickles at the fastest speed, and until it was completely dark, they had only harvested one-third of the rice field.

The old man's expression brightened a little when he saw that the two of them were not lazy at all and did not have the bad habits of spoiled young men and women.

He said coldly: "We can't finish the harvest today, stay here first and continue tomorrow!"

After saying that, he took his several big dogs home first.

Ai Fei quickly pulled Ling Ye out of the rice field and followed him home.

The old man's house was large and quaint, but very simple, with only a few wooden furniture and a lot of dried and semi-dried Chinese herbal medicines piled around it.

Ai Fei took a casual glance and found that they were all Chinese herbal medicines that were rare in the market.

I think the old man went into the mountains to collect them himself.

After entering the house, the old man told them to be self-reliant, then went into the kitchen to get a few corns, went straight back to his room, closed the door, and isolated them outside.

Several big dogs were squatting at the door, staring at Ai Fei and Ling Ye with their big eyes, as if they would pounce on them and bite off their heads if they dared to take a step forward!

Looks very ferocious!

Ai Fei looked at them for a few seconds, then turned and went into the kitchen.

She was hungry and wanted something to eat.

Ling Ye took a long step and followed in.

In the traditional kitchen of mountain people, there is a large pot for cooking, a large pot for boiling water, and a small pot for cooking, all placed side by side.

Sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and other foods were piled up around, and a few pieces of bacon, a few cured ducks and a row of sausages were hung in front of the window.

Ai Fei turned to look at Ling Ye and asked, "Can you light a fire?"

Ling Ye nodded.

Ai Fei said: "Then you light the fire and I will cook."

"Ah."

Ling Ye rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms, and began to make a fire skillfully.

He even picked up a hatchet and chopped the wood skillfully a few times.

Ai Fei picked some corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, washed them, and steamed them in a pot with rice.

Seeing Ling Ye's skilled movements, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "I didn't expect Mr. Ling to be so skilled."

Ling Ye glanced at her and said, "So, in your eyes, I'm just some useless nobleman who only has everything he wants?"

Ai Fei: “…”