Farm Tough Girl-Chapter 18 - 0 How embarrassing_1

Chapter 18: Chapter 018 How embarrassing_1

Chapter 18 -018 How embarrassing_1

The cupboard still had some dried fish left, so Muniang fried them directly. Then she scooped them out, diced some red chili peppers, and stir-fried them together, rounding out another dish. But considering they were all meat dishes, and Mrs. Lin’s body also needed a mix of meat and vegetables, she took out the basket of eggs, boiled four, and made a large bowl of egg soup with a handful of baby bok choy.

Because she had to take into account Erliang’s big appetite, she made sure the portions were generous. Muniang didn’t mind any longer; soon there would be plenty of Silver, no fear of spending a few coins.

Mrs. Lin looked at the full spread on the table, her smile so wide she couldn’t close her mouth, not even sure where to place her chopsticks, “Muniang, when did mother not realize your cooking was this good.”

“Before, mother also didn’t realize how capable I was,” Muniang laughed.

Erliang ate quickly, never stopping his mouth, yet he didn’t look the least bit crude. On the contrary, his every move was graceful, and in a rare break, he gulped down his food and said, “I have always known my wife is very capable!”

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Muniang smiled, picked up a cloth, and wiped a bit of soup that had dripped onto the corner of his mouth. Mrs. Lin saw this and didn’t quite know how to feel—was it the worry that her daughter had married a fool, or joy at seeing her daughter and son-in-law loving and respecting each other? But since she had already accepted the reality, and besides, the fool was genuinely devoted to her daughter, Mrs. Lin had no choice but to consider it a happy match.

At night, Muniang did her usual task of applying medicine to Erliang’s wounds, but now she was very careful with her touches, lest the man turn into a “beast” again. From Muniang’s perspective, as a man, Erliang’s physique was close to perfect, his wheat-colored skin, clearly defined muscles, even the fierce scar on his chest seemed to enhance his masculine charm. Muniang’s heart raced every time, her face flushed with heat.

“Wife, why is your face red?”

“Hot.”

“Then let me take off your clothes.”

With a glare from Muniang, Erliang sheepishly withdrew his hand, blinked his eyes, and continued to ask, “Wife, when will we have children?”

Muniang’s hand paused, “Who taught you that?”

“No, look, Mrs. Du and Mr. Du have children, Mr. Pan and Mrs. Xiangcao have children, even Shitou and his wife have children, but why don’t we have any?” Erliang asked with particular innocence.

Muniang rubbed her forehead, “We just got married. To have a baby, we’ll have to wait at least a year.” She confused him for the time being.

“But how is a baby made? Will it just happen naturally after a year?” The little buddy Erliang was very persistent.

“Yes,” Muniang answered offhandedly.

“But Shitou said you have to ‘turn the clouds and rain’ with your wife to have a baby. Wife, how do you turn? Roll around on the bed?”

“Ah!” Accompanied by Erliang’s cry of pain, Muniang calmly let go of her hand that had been pressing on his wound, “Oh, there’s bleeding; I told you not to move around. Now you know it hurts.”

Erliang wore a look of grievance; he clearly hadn’t moved.

Muniang met his gaze coolly, “Do you have something to say?”

Erliang shook his head like a rattle drum, “No!” When the wife isn’t angry, that’s when she’s the scariest!

Early in the morning, Erliang had been awake for quite some time. He started by lying on the bed watching Muniang sleep, but soon grew bored. As he tossed and turned, debating whether to wake Muniang to chat and relieve his boredom, he already felt a pair of cool, faintly glowing eyes on him.

Erliang gave an embarrassed smile, “Wife, you’re up so early?”

In response, he received a thump on the head: “Can’t you wake up later in the morning?!” Muniang really couldn’t understand how this man always woke up earlier than the chickens!

Erliang touched his sore forehead, feeling wronged. He didn’t want to wake up so early either, but every time at this hour, he’d naturally wake up. Could he help it?

As Muniang was preparing to wash the clothes by the river, Erliang wanted to tag along, to which she responded helplessly, “All the women go to wash clothes by the river; when do you ever see a man following along?”

If she really let him go with her to wash clothes at the river, who knows how the villagers might mock Erliang. After all, he was a man who was expected to lead, not follow his wife around. In this male-dominated society, that was simply intolerable.

Never mind her gossiping, but Erliang was always sensitive; the overt and covert comments would fall on his ears. With the mentality of a six- or seven-year-old child, he naturally did not possess Muniang’s robust attitude to ignore these petty words and whispers.

Erliang grumbled, “But didn’t my wife say last time that husband and wife should be inseparable during the day?”

With an exasperated look, Muniang remembered that last time she tricked him into believing that couples should stay together all day, but at night, they should not disturb each other’s sleep. She had no idea why this fool had such a good memory.

“But I had planned to have you do something else for me. Since you so wish to be lazy by my side, forget it then. All that talk about providing for me, seems like it was just lip service,” Muniang had to find another way.

Indeed, this approach was particularly effective on Erliang: “I’m a man of my word! Whatever my wife wants me to do, I absolutely won’t be lazy!”

Muniang chuckled internally, but maintained a doubtful expression, “Really?”

Erliang nodded earnestly.

“Then go up the mountain and bring me back a basketful of hawthorns.”

Muniang had already thought about making candied haws to give to every household in the village. Over the years, most of the villagers had helped her family; otherwise, she and Mrs. Lin would have starved to death. Gifted meat to every household would appear showy, and she was not that affluent anyway. Candied haws, though inexpensive, were novel and popular, especially with children in every household.

But there were no longer any hawthorns at home, and this was the perfect task to assign to Erliang.

“Alright, I’ll go right now!”

Muniang laughed, but still made sure to give serious instructions: “Good, obediently follow Dahei to the hawthorn trees near the foot of the mountain and pick some to bring back. Don’t get lost; it would be troublesome if you did.”

Dahei, as if aware of the importance of his task, howled twice.

Erliang glanced at Dahei, who was barking beside him, and his handsome face wrinkled with displeasure: “I don’t want to follow it; how embarrassing.”

As if she had anticipated his reaction, Muniang casually tossed a frisbee. Dahei leapt up and caught it in his mouth, proudly wagging his tail at Muniang.

Muniang said coolly, “When you can snatch the frisbee away from Dahei, then I’ll let Dahei follow you.”

With a dark face, Erliang followed the triumphant Dahei up the mountain.

Returning to the kitchen, Muniang packed some fine white rice and half a pound of pork into a small bamboo basket to take to Mr. Xue. She hadn’t forgotten about her promise to bring him something from yesterday. Mr. Xue lived by the riverbank, and Muniang took this opportunity to deliver it on her way there.