This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

When Ye Xiaoxiao saw He Wuyang running towards her, a smile spread across her face.

The man hoeing the field paused when he heard the noise, and looked up to see a woman not far away with a smile on her face, as radiant as the warm sunshine of early spring.

He's mother saw her son's little trick through the window and smiled wryly.

"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law! You're back!"

The little girl ran over excitedly, took the packets of medicine from Ye Xiaoxiao's hand, and started chattering away again.

"Sister-in-law, my brother worked really hard hoeing the ground this morning. You'll be satisfied when you get back."

She tilted her head back, looking like she was asking for credit, as if she were the one who did the work.

Ye Xiaoxiao smiled brightly upon hearing this and affectionately tapped her forehead. She couldn't help but sigh; this little girl had been terrified of her before, but now she was so clingy.

Looking up, I saw He Jing's tall figure standing in the yard, wielding a hoe.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that he was only wearing a thin garment with the sleeves rolled up high, revealing smooth and beautiful muscle lines on his arms. Every time he raised the hoe, his biceps bulged out.

Ye Xiaoxiao narrowed her fox-like eyes; the scene was indeed quite pleasing to the eye.

She didn't know how well the vegetable patch had been hoeed, but she was quite satisfied with the scene before her.

When she stepped into the yard and saw the four neat rows of land, she immediately gave a thumbs up and praised without reservation, "He Jing, you're amazing! These rows are so square and neat, the vegetables will definitely grow very well!"

He Jing's expression became a little awkward from her praise, and he almost stabbed his own foot when he swung his hoe.

He Wuyang covered her mouth and chuckled as she watched this scene.

Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but chuckle; this person was too easily flattered.

[Host, the villain's corruption level has dropped to 70%]

Ye Xiaoxiao was internally screaming: How can it still be so high? She thought it would have dropped to at least fifty.

She wondered if praising someone would lower her "darkening value" (i.e., her perceived malice).

How about giving it a try?

She cleared her throat, ready to launch into her praise mode.

How to praise?

—He Jing, you've turned over such a big chunk of soil with that one swing of your hoe, that's amazing!

—He Jing, your biceps are so well-developed, I really want to touch them!

—He Jing, you look really dashing today!

No no no!

Ye Xiaoxiao felt utterly disgusted. How could she possibly utter such an embarrassing compliment? Just thinking about it made her so angry she could dig a villa out of her toes.

"He Jing, the way you wield the hoe is so handsome and dashing!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a snap was heard—the hoe broke!

Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned. This...this...this has nothing to do with her, right? But she really did express her feelings from the heart.

He Jing held the broken hoe handle in one hand and the hoe blade in the other, looking at the woman who was standing there dumbfounded, and thought to himself: Too noisy!

Upon hearing what he was thinking, Ye Xiaoxiao felt inexplicably guilty. When she met He Jing's gaze, she felt even more ashamed.

She touched her nose, made an excuse to leave, and pointed to the kitchen, saying, "I...I'll go prepare the fish. We'll have fish head tofu soup for lunch today."

After saying that, he dashed off to the kitchen.

Ye Xiaoxiao planned to cook the fish herself. She felt a little awkward whenever she saw He Jing, let alone ask him to cook, especially since he had been hoeing the ground all morning and was very tired.

She held the cleaned fish head, waiting for the oil in the pot to heat up. As the oil in the iron pot got hotter and hotter, she stood carefully to the side, just about to put the fish head in, when a drop of water from the fish head fell into the hot oil.

With a sizzling sound, hot oil splattered everywhere. Ye Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she immediately pulled up He Wuyang, who was tending the fire, and ran to the door, bumping right into He Jing.

Seeing the hot oil splattering around the stove, Ye Xiaoxiao was glad she had run away quickly.

Looking at the disheveled man, He Jing felt a pang of helplessness. He reached out and took the fish head from his hand, calmly walked to the stove, and slid the fish head into the iron pot along the edge.

Then another series of "sizzling" sounds came from it.

Before long, the aroma of fish filled the air. Once the fish was almost cooked, pour in a large ladle of boiling water, add the tender white tofu, cover the pot, and simmer for about two incense sticks' time. The delicious and fragrant fish head tofu soup is ready.

When the fish head soup was served, He Wuyou ran back from outside, his chest bulging, and went into the room with a mysterious look on his face.

While serving soup to everyone, Ye Xiaoxiao asked, "Wuyou, what good stuff have you hidden?"

He Wuyou's face stiffened, and her eyes flickered as she vehemently denied it: "No... nothing at all."

After saying that, he touched the back of his neck.