Ugly girl only wants to farm

Today was a rare sunny day, so the whole family took out their bedding to wash. Meng Jiuxia helped wring out the water, and she glanced up at her older brother's room, tentatively asking, "Have you two made up?"

Xu Chaoyan drew some water from the well next to her and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "I guess we've made up."

Meng Jiuxiang pouted and looked towards her older brother's house: "Morning Glory, are you sure you've made up? Why hasn't my older brother come out today? The sun looks good today, it would be nice to let him come out and get some sun. He's getting moldy from staying indoors all day."

Xu Chaoyang put the bucket on the ground, picked up the gourd ladle and scooped some water into it. Then she vigorously shook the water off her hands. It was a cold day, and although the sun was out, it was still quite cold. Her hands were frozen red.

She could no longer feel the chill. She rubbed her hands together vigorously and then glanced at Meng Jiuxia: "Go and rest for a while. There's not much left. I can handle it myself. Look how frozen your hands are. I can't bear to look at them."

Meng Jiuxia felt slighted by her disdain and pouted, complaining, "I was just worried you were working too hard, so I came to help you for a while, and you're still complaining about me, hmph, hmph."

Meng Jiuhe was sitting in the room, leaning against the recliner, reading a book absentmindedly. Half a day passed without him turning a single page.

His feelings were complicated at the moment. He watched Xu Chaoyan busy herself, her little face red from the cold, and the pustules on it looked like they were about to burst. She didn't seem to care at all. She would lift her sleeve and wipe her face when she got sweaty. She was very careless.

She also enjoys washing all the bedding for the whole family, which takes her several hours. He just saw her rubbing her back several times.

When he got up in the morning, he threw the book that he had stuffed under his pillow the night before under the bed. He didn't know what the shopkeeper was thinking, recommending such a book to her and wasting her money.

By the time Xu Chaoyan had finished washing and cleaning all the bedding, it was already past noon.

Li San Niang had already cleaned and sliced ​​all the pig offal she bought yesterday, waiting for Xu Chaoyan to come and cook it later.

Li San was worried that she would get tired and said that it was fine for her to do it, but Xu Chaoyan insisted on waiting until she finished washing the bedding before coming over.

While in town, she bought some spices, which would help remove the fishy smell of the pig offal. Li San Niang also rendered out the lard.

Scoop a spoonful of lard into the pot, add garlic and ginger and sauté until fragrant. Then add the pork intestines and lung slices and stir-fry vigorously. Finally, add some chili peppers.

Once the stir-fry has released its aroma, pour in the bone broth, bring it to a boil, and then you can use it to cook the vegetables.

The family sat around the stove, watching the fragrant soup bubbling away. Meng Jiuxia and Meng Jiudong couldn't help but swallow hard. Li Sanniang gently patted his head: "You're so greedy. Just wait a little longer."

Meng Jiudong raised a smiling face and smacked his lips a few times: "I have never eaten anything so delicious before. My sister-in-law is really good at cooking. Our family has never eaten anything like this before."

When Xu Chaoyan heard Meng Jiudong call her "sister-in-law," she couldn't help but smile: "Jiudong, call me that again, it sounds really nice."

Meng Jiudong lowered his head, looking embarrassed, and hid in his mother's arms after being teased by Xu Chaoyan.

Just then, the neighbor auntie made some tofu and brought a few pieces over. She also picked a handful of pea shoots from the garden. Looking at this simple hot pot, Xu Chaoyan felt very satisfied. Her only regret was that if there were some wide rice noodles, it would be even better.

On a cold winter's day, a pot of spicy and fragrant hot pot warms you right up.

Taking advantage of the midday sun when it was at its strongest, Xu Chaoyan helped Meng Jiudong wash his hair. When she was about to help Meng Jiuxia, she dodged away with obvious disgust: "You should go wash my older brother first. I'm a grown man, you don't need to worry about me. You're tired enough."

She filled all the hot water, then carried a stool over and placed it there before speaking: "I'll help you over there in a bit. You can sit on that chair and have your hair washed properly before sunbathing."

Meng Jiu sat there silently, letting her do whatever she wanted. Xu Chaoyan thought he was still angry with her, and thought to herself, "This man is really something. It's been a whole night, hasn't he gotten over his anger yet? He hasn't paid any attention to me since we started eating."

She couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. This person was just too hard to coax!

Seeing that Xu Chaoyan hadn't moved for a while, Meng Jiuhe looked up at her, his voice a little impatient: "Weren't you planning to wash my hair? What are you doing standing so far away? Who are you planning to wash?"

Upon hearing his words, Xu Chaoyan quickly smiled and said, "What are you saying? If I don't wash you, who else would I wash? I'll come over right now, you can test the water temperature first to see if it's suitable."

Meng Jiuhe put his hand into the basin, tested the water temperature, and responded casually, "Hmm, it's alright."

Xu Chaoyan looked at his thick, shiny black hair and was incredibly jealous. She muttered to herself, "You're a grown man, and your hair is so black and smooth, without even a split end. It's so enviable. What do you use to wash it?"

Meng Jiuhe was speechless. What good was it for a grown man to have nice hair?

He looked up at Xu Chaoyan's hair and praised her without reservation: "Your hair is nice too."

Then he added, "Don't we use the same things every day? The soap pods we use for washing our hair are all picked from the tree by my mother and boiled down. Go ask my mother, she knows."

Meng Jiuhe lowered his head and let Xu Chaoyan wash his hair.

Xu Chaoyan massaged his scalp for a while and casually asked, "How do you feel about my massage? Is it comfortable? This can relieve fatigue. You stay indoors all day and don't go out much. Don't you feel dizzy and lightheaded from reading so much? If you feel comfortable, I'll massage you for a little longer."

Meng Jiu nodded slightly: "It's alright."

Xu Chaoyan waved her hand at the air for a long time: Couldn't you say a few more words? Would saying a few more words cost you a piece of flesh? What do you mean by "okay"? If it's okay, it's okay; if it's not okay, it's not okay.

Seeing her actions, Meng Jiuxia covered her mouth and chuckled.

The group sat in the courtyard, drying their hair in the afternoon sun, looking languid. Xu Chaoyan noticed that Meng Jiuhe was holding a book with his eyes closed, and the sunlight on his face made Xu Chaoyan stare in amazement.

Meng Jiuhe had a handsome face and long eyelashes. He was less aloof than usual and looked much more pleasing to the eye. She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his eyelashes, but when she saw him turn over gently, she was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her hand.

He slapped his forehead hard and thought to himself: "Is male beauty a bad thing?"

Xu Chaoyan used the leftover cracklings from rendering lard to chop some cabbage, mixed them with some dough, and planned to steam some buns so that everyone could have a nice feast during the New Year.

Yesterday, he spent most of the money he earned in town on household expenses. With the cold weather, he needed to stock up on food. He planned to use the remaining half to find a doctor to prescribe some medicine for Meng Jiuhe, hoping it would help him recover gradually.

He dragged his tired body back to the house at night and worked until about 9 PM before finishing both steamers of buns.

Meng Jiu sat there somewhat awkwardly. When she saw him return, she glanced at him and then lowered her head again, saying softly, "The hot water is ready for you. Go and wash up first."

Xu Chaoyan smelled strongly of cooking oil on her, and she had been wanting to wash it off for a while. She picked up a pair of scissors and trimmed the wick: "This light is too dim, it will hurt your eyes. You shouldn't read that book anymore, wait until tomorrow."

After saying that, she took her change of clothes and went to the shower stall. She and Meng Jiuhe had moved a small space in their room to use it simply. The shower stall was actually just a partitioned area separated by a curtain.