Tong Xingda carried a bowl and ate more than half of the half-pot of rice that Qiao Xiaomai had steamed. Luckily, she had steamed a lot intending to make fried rice for the next day; otherwise, she and Tong Sanlang would definitely not have enough dinner.
With his belly full, Tong Xingda left contentedly.
Tong Sanlang told Qiao Xiaomai to rest while he washed the pot and dishes and boiled hot water.
Qiao Xiaomai stood at the kitchen door, watching him busy, chattering about how convenient showers were back in her old life.
It was such a bother and a waste of firewood to have to heat up water for baths every day!
Having indulged excessively the night before, tonight the couple rested early. Perfect love blended the soul and body - even without physical pleasure, there could be spiritual satisfaction.
Having slept early, they woke up early too. Tong Sanlang's face color had returned to normal.
But that was just his face color. Inside, his body was still a bit weak.