People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Lin Dongzhe was inside. He had just run back from outside in the rain and was soaked to the bone. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and was about to find some clothes to change into.

Suddenly hearing Xiaoting calling him from outside the door, he panicked and frantically grabbed his pants to put them on, anxiously calling out, "Xiaoting, don't come in yet!"

Xiaoting urged from outside the door, carefully holding the bowl of steaming brown sugar ginger water in both hands. "Lin Dongzhe, hurry up, it's hot."

Lin Dongzhe hurriedly tidied his clothes and pushed open the door.

Xiaoting went inside and placed the brown sugar ginger water on his table: "My dad made this. He said you should drink it while it's hot to ward off the cold. Also, I'll wash the handkerchief and return it to you." After saying that, she turned and quickly left.

Lin Dongzhe walked to the table, picked up the bowl of brown sugar ginger water, blew on it gently, and then sipped it.

A warm current flowed down his throat into his stomach, instantly warming his body, which had been damp and chilly from the rain, and filling him with a unique warmth.

At this moment, it was still raining outside. Huang Ling and Song Ying walked slowly over, side by side, holding an umbrella.

Huang Ling's body was still partially wet from the rain.

Song Ying laughed: "Sister Ling, it's a good thing you brought an umbrella today, otherwise we would both be soaked to the bone."

"You're still so happy even though you're getting soaked in the rain. Okay, hurry home and dry yourself off."

"Sister Ling, this is what you call finding joy in hardship! Haha!"

Huang Ling quickened her pace and, after returning home, placed her umbrella under the eaves and shook off the rain.

Upon entering a room, one sees a basin on a table.

Zhuang Chaoying heard the noise in the kitchen and knew that Huang Ling and the others had returned.

I've been keeping the brown sugar ginger water warm, and I brought it in now: "Have a small bowl of ginger water first. I've already prepared the meal; we'll have noodles today."

Huang Ling took it, sat down in the chair, held the bowl with both hands, and began to drink it in small sips.

Xiaoting came over with bowls and chopsticks and served everyone a large bowl of noodles.

The family sat together and ate their dinner in a flurry of noise.

After the meal, Zhuang Chaoying returned to his desk and continued writing his book, "The Great Northern Wilderness".

Under the lamplight, he was immersed in the world of words he had created.

Zhuang Chaoying sat under the dim light, intently writing furiously on the manuscript paper.

Ah Ling carried a basin of hot water: "Chao Ying, soak your feet and relax. I came back and saw that the little house over there is finished. It went by pretty fast."

Zhuang Chaoying put down her pen, rubbed her sore eyes, and looked back at the alarm clock. It was already past nine o'clock. "It was finished in one day. Many hands make light work, and the workload wasn't large, so it was quick."

He stretched and realized that his novel had already reached over 400,000 words. At the current pace, it would be finished in less than a month.

I'll check it carefully before mailing it out.

Zhuang Chaoying took a small stool and sat opposite Huang Ling.

The two of them put their feet into the basin together, and the hot water enveloped their feet.

Zhuang Chaoying was relieved that he didn't have athlete's foot, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to soak his feet in the same basin as Ah Ling.

He bent down and vigorously rubbed the mud off his heels with both hands.

Looking at Ah Ling's fair feet, he subconsciously rubbed them for Huang Ling as well.

"Chao Ying, you don't need to scrub my feet!"

Zhuang Chaoying looked at Ah Ling, who was laughing happily, and applied some force with her hands: "Ah Ling, don't move. Look how dirty your feet are. Let me rub them for you."

Huang Ling pursed her lips, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Hahaha! Zhuang Chaoying!" he said, giving a light kick with his foot.

Zhuang Chaoying was sitting on a small stool, and her center of gravity was already unstable. This time, she leaned backward and waved her hands frantically in the air.

Tu Nan was lying in the hut when he heard the noise. He rushed out and helped his father up. "Dad! How could you fall down while sitting!"

Xiaoting was also awakened by the noise. Still half asleep, she lifted the curtain and asked, "Dad, are you alright?"

Zhuang Tunan used both hands to pull Zhuang Chaoying up.

Huang Ling's feet were still in mid-air as she slapped her thighs, laughing so hard she almost fell over: "Chao Ying, I didn't even use any force! How did you fall down like that! Hahahaha!"

Zhuang Chaoying laughed heartily, "The little stool has a small contact area, so it's a bit unstable. Mom and Dad are just playing around. Xiaoting and Tunan, go to sleep now!"

Zhuang Tunan brushed the dust off his father's bottom and turned to go back into the house. "Dad, be careful."

"Okay, son, go to sleep now."

Seeing that Ah Ling was still laughing, he reached out and took a towel to wipe her feet. "Still laughing, making me look bad in front of the children."

Zhuang Chaoying sat down again, washed her feet, then carried the basin out of the room, poured the water into the sink, gently placed the basin under the bed, lifted the mosquito net, and was about to crawl inside.

Huang Ling looked at Tu Nan and Xiao Ting, who were already asleep, and lowered her voice: "Change your pants. You were sitting on the floor just now."

Zhuang Chaoying took out a pair of loose-fitting shorts from the closet, took them off deftly, and got directly onto the bed.

Huang Ling stared wide-eyed at Chao Ying lying next to her: "Why aren't you wearing pants?"

Zhuang Chaoying reached out and hugged Huang Ling, whispering in her ear, "Anyway, we'll have to take it off later, so this saves us a step!"

Huang Ling nudged Zhuang Chaoying's chest. "Ouch! Chaoying!!!"

Hearing the creaking and turning sounds from the bed in the small room, Tu Nan must still be awake. He stopped moving, took half a towel from Ah Ling's side and covered himself with it, lying quietly, not daring to breathe.

He felt like a very long time had passed, and finally, there was no more noise outside.

Zhuang Chaoying had just gently moved closer when she heard Ah Ling snoring softly.

I looked up at the top of the mosquito net.

Hey!

Zhuang Chaoying paused for a moment, then put her pajama pants back on.

It's definitely a man's body; testosterone is slowly eroding his subconscious thoughts.

Looking back, he used to be very polite to Ah Ling, and even somewhat resistant to physical contact with her. But now he seems to have become a different person. He always longs to spend more time with Ah Ling, and sometimes he even wishes he could pester her every day.

His hand involuntarily reached to his chest, touching his pectoral and abdominal muscles. They were firm and elastic, with distinct lines and angles, making him look like a young man in his twenties.

Turning to look at Ah Ling, she appeared even younger and more beautiful.

Zhuang Chaoying knew that all of this was thanks to the optimized sugar pills rewarded by the magical system.

As for her mindset, Zhuang Chaoying is fortunate that she has not completely lost herself.

They still retain their previous meticulousness and broad perspective.

It also allows him to consider things from both sides' perspectives.

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