Ugly girl only wants to farm

Meng Jiu handed her the bowl and chopsticks: "You don't trust me at all? It's just one dish, can't you even learn how to make it? Hurry up and eat, then wash up and get some rest."

Xu Chaoyan looked at the bowl of stewed tofu in front of her. At this moment, she had a big appetite. She had only drunk a few mouthfuls of thin soup at noon and was already starving.

It has to be said that this person does have some talent for cooking; in just a few days, the dishes have become quite presentable.

As the weather grew hotter, Xu Chaoyan felt the room was stuffy and there was no coolness at all. She had just taken a bath and was holding a palm-leaf fan, which she was waving back and forth.

She was a little puzzled. Why hadn't Meng Jiuhe come back to sleep yet tonight? What was he doing, dawdling like that? He had just brought in the bathwater for her and then disappeared without a trace. She wondered what he had gone off to do.

She held the palm-leaf fan and waved it back and forth, her eyes starting to droop and slowly blink. She had originally thought that he would scold her when the two of them came back, but he didn't ask her anything when he returned, which made her feel much more at ease.

Once you relax, sleepiness will wash over you.

After putting down the wooden basin, Meng Jiuhe gently pushed the door open, but the sound still woke Xu Chaoyan up, and the palm-leaf fan fell to the ground with a "thud".

She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at him, asking in a muffled voice, "Where did you go? Go to sleep."

Meng Jiu looked at her apologetically: "Did I wake you up?"

Xu Chaoyan straightened the pillow a little and said that she had just felt a little uncomfortable and her neck was a little sore. She reached out and rubbed her aching neck, and patted his pillow a few times to put it back in place.

She had previously filled her pillow with soybeans because of neck discomfort. Meng Jiuxia had even mocked her once, saying it was a waste of food, since she was already lacking in food and clothing and was now using beans as a pillow to sleep.

Xu Chaoyan answered confidently that she was storing the grain to prevent any unforeseen problems, and that she would feel more at ease keeping it under her watchful eye. Besides, she could just take the pillow out when she ran out of food; it was a gift she had specially given to her to help her aunt.

Meng Jiuhe once laughed at her, calling her a miser.

"Go to sleep already? My sister-in-law and I have to get up early tomorrow." A yawn escaped her lips as Xu Chaoyan covered her mouth with one hand and waved to him with the other.

This person is very tidy. She accidentally messed up the bed a bit, and she thought the other person didn't want to come over because they thought it was messy.

Meng Jiuhe was wearing a thin undergarment, and there was a scent of someone who had just taken a bath. Xu Chaoyan couldn't help but sniff hard; the scent was strangely pleasant, a refreshing minty aroma.

She felt half-awake from her drowsiness: "What did you use to bathe? It smells really nice."

Meng Jiuhe put down the clothes in his hand and folded them neatly by himself. Xu Chaoyan suddenly wanted to laugh when she saw his meticulous manner, just like an old cadre who was very rigid.

"It's nothing, there were just a lot of mosquitoes at night, so I burned some mosquito-repellent plants. I guess I got some on myself?"

Xu Chaoyan then noticed that his hair was still dripping wet. She picked up a handkerchief from the side and came over to wipe it for him. "You too, your hair is still dripping wet. You didn't even bother to dry it before coming back. It's so late at night, why are you washing your hair? The sun will be shining brightly tomorrow."

As Xu Chaoyan dried the hair for the man, she looked at the shiny black hair in her hands with envy: "How do you take care of your hair? My hair is dry and split. Look at you, a man, you take good care of it. It makes people envious and jealous."

As Meng Jiuhe listened to her rambling on and on, a strange feeling arose in his heart. It was as if every time his parents were together, one of them was complaining and the other was laughing. At this moment, he suddenly felt that life was peaceful and quiet, and perhaps this kind of life was not bad.

He himself didn't even realize that a smile had crept onto his face.

Xu Chaoyan yawned while drying her hair: "It's getting late, hurry up and rest. Remember to wash your hair during the day next time, otherwise you'll get a headache if your hair isn't dry at night."

The minty scent emanating from him kept wafting into her nose, and she noticed his fair skin beneath his thin undershirt. He sat there silently, letting her rub his hair. She was afraid that if this continued, she wouldn't be able to resist pouncing on him.

Xu Chaoyan pinched her thigh hard, cursing inwardly that she was worse than an animal. What was she thinking, a person who had just recovered from a serious illness? She was acting like a demon.

The pain in her thigh instantly brought her to her senses and back to her senses.

She draped the handkerchief over the shelf beside her and walked toward the bed, cursing the lecher inwardly. She figured he was just too tired these days, which was why he was having such wild thoughts.

They've been sleeping in the same bed these past few days, and she hasn't had any dirty thoughts about them. How come she can't help but start having all sorts of wild ideas just from seeing a glimpse of someone's back?

She lay on the bed, quickly closed her eyes, and silently repeated "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Move over a bit, I want to sleep on the outside tonight."

Meng Jiuhe spoke calmly, a thin blush on his face. He seemed a little awkward, adjusting his clothes with one hand and reaching for his pillow with the other.

Xu Chaoyan opened her eyes and looked at him. The two stared at each other without saying a word. He was halfway through extending his hand, unsure whether to put it down or continue.

Xu Chaoyan stared at the handsome man in front of her. His skin was fairer than hers. She sighed inwardly. And his lips were as moist as jelly petals. They looked so soft and she wanted to take a bite.

She slapped herself across the face, leaving a red mark instantly. Meng Jiu was so startled by her sudden outburst that he froze on the spot.

Xu Chaoyan mentally berated herself countless times, calling herself a beast who actually tried to harm a patient. She quickly moved her body, chasing after the patient like a rabbit, and even tidied up the pillow for him while doing so, and flattened it a bit before leaving.

"Go to sleep now, I've made your pillow, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

She noticed that Meng Jiuhe was looking at her with a strange expression, and she couldn't help but wonder why he was acting so strangely tonight. He was taking his time taking a shower, something she had never seen him do before. She couldn't help but yawn.

Although male beauty is tempting, sleep is more important. It's good enough to just glance at her before bed to refresh her eyes. She even smacked her lips a few times.

Meng Jiu lay there silently, his heart pounding, his palms sweating, and his body tense. One hand gripped the bamboo mat beneath him, making a soft rustling sound.

"Um, are you asleep?"

Xu Chaoyan thought to herself, "So I can't escape this after all? Is it because she blames me for taking the little girl out to do hard labor and being bullied? That's why I let them off so easily at dinner. So this is what was waiting for me here?"

She had been trying so hard to please her, drying her hair and making the bed, but the sycophant still couldn't escape her charms.

She seemed somewhat resigned, and sighed softly, "I'm not asleep. What's wrong?"

Meng Jiuhe spoke in a barely audible voice, as if he had made a great decision: "Treat the illness."

Xu Chaoyan was completely bewildered and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "You're not feeling well again. It's already late. Can you stay up one more night? I'll take you to see a doctor first thing tomorrow morning."

After Meng Jiuhe finished speaking, he didn't say another word. His handsome face was now as red as a boiled shrimp, and his lips moved a few times, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Xu Chaoyan panicked when she saw him like this, and quickly got up to touch his forehead. He had finally recovered, how could he get sick again? Was this person made of tofu?

She probably couldn't support this gigolo even if she worked a lifetime of hard labor.

Meng Jiuhe tugged at her sleeve and said softly, "I'm fine. I meant you were getting treatment."

After saying that, Xu Chaoyan finally saw clearly that Meng Jiuhe had untied the ties of his inner garment at some point, and was wearing it loosely on his body, revealing glimpses of his fair skin. She couldn't help but swallow.

Xu Chaoyan touched her cheeks and felt them burning hot, even hotter than when she used ibuprofen to suppress the heat years ago.

She turned her face away, her voice trembling slightly, and asked, "I'm not sick, am I?" She was afraid that if she continued watching, she wouldn't be able to resist throwing herself into the water.

Meng Jiuhe was somewhat annoyed, and his brows furrowed.