Farming

When it was almost time for dinner, the crowd gradually dispersed. The eldest granddaughter and youngest grandson of Madam Qian came to call her back for dinner.

"Soon," Madam Qian said to her two grandchildren. She picked up two radishes from the ground that Su Cheng had plucked, pinched the skin, and handed them to the siblings.

The two of them played in the field while eating radishes.

The two of them were attracted to Wei Ting, who was sitting on the field.

Firstly, they had never seen Wei Ting before. Secondly, they had never seen such a good-looking person.

The children's gaze was straightforward and honest. They would take a few more glances if they wanted to.

Wei Ting did not mind and openly let the two children size him up.

The little girl was called Qiu Ni. She was almost seven years old and was shy and obedient. The little boy was called Shuan Zi. He was three years old and was at the age where he could do anything.

Little Shuanzi hugged Wei Ting's walking stick and started playing. When the adults were not paying attention, he dragged his walking stick and ran!

"You little brat!" Madam Qian's expression changed drastically. She raised her fist and jogged toward her grandson.

Little Shuanzi dragged his walking stick and ran a few ridges before entering the Su family's vegetable field.

Madam Fang helped to grab the little bolt and deliberately said fiercely, "You're very naughty! If you run again, I'll catch you and sell you!"

Little Shuanzi struggled to jump down from her hand. He abandoned his walking stick and ran towards Madam Qian fearfully. "Grandma! Granny Fang is selling me!"

Madam Fang was both angry and amused. She shouted at the panting Madam Qian, "Stop running, I'll bring it over to you!"

Then, she said to her daughter, "Jinniang, send the walking stick over."

Su Jinniang picked up the walking stick on the ground and looked at the Li family's vegetable field not far away. Madam Fang wanted to send it to Madam Qian. After all, it was the Qian family's grandson who caused the trouble, so she was in charge of chasing him back.

But for some reason, Su Jinniang saw the young man on the field at first glance.

The young man was wearing the clothes of an ordinary villager. It was an inconspicuous material, but he sat there with a tall figure and long legs, emitting a quiet and special aura.

His facial features were exquisite and his side profile was perfect. Su Jinniang had never seen such a good-looking man.

She did not know why he used a walking stick.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" Madam Fang urged.

Su Jinniang silently took her walking stick to Old Li's vegetable field, but she did not hand it to Madam Qian. Instead, she returned it to Wei Ting.

"Thank you very much."

Wei Ting thanked her.

His magnetic voice was cold and distant.

A breeze stirred his aura.

There was no stench of sweat on him, only a faint medicinal fragrance.

Was he injured?

Su Jinniang glanced at his leg.

"Jinniang!" After Madam Qian finished lecturing her grandson, she smiled and said, "You're being matchmade, right? I think the people proposing are about to break through the threshold of your Su family!"

This was the truth. Su Jinniang was the most beautiful and famous girl in the village. There was no man who did not want to marry her.

Su Jinniang felt inexplicably uneasy. "Not yet."

Qian said, "Daya is the same age as you. She's already married!"

Fatty Su and Su Jinniang had the same surname and were the same age. It was inevitable that they would be compared.

However, Fatty Su had never won since she was young. Her friends in the village were only willing to play with Su Jinniang. Fat Lass Su had always been envious.

Later on, Fat Lass Su started to imitate Su Jinniang. Unfortunately, she was fat and ugly, and could not successfully emulate her.

Madam Qian pulled Su Jinniang's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, if even someone like Fatty Su can find a handsome husband. Yours will only be better!"

Su Jinniang glanced at the handsome man on the field without saying anything.

… .

As the sun set, Su Cheng ended his farming studies for the day.

Looking at the vegetable field that had been ruined by Su Cheng, Madam Qian was furious!

Su Cheng coughed lightly. "I'll come back tomorrow."

Madam Qian's hair stood on end!

Again?

—-

The father-in-law and son-in-law went home.

Su Xiaoxiao sat on a small stool at the door and ate a roasted corn cob while admiring the three children poking an ant nest.

Su Ergou went to fetch water.

"Daughter! I'm back!"

When Su Cheng saw his fat daughter, the haze of being tortured by the green leaves for the entire afternoon was instantly swept away.

"Dad," Su Xiaoxiao greeted.

"Grandpa!" The three little ones called out obediently.

"Hey!" Su Cheng walked over with a smile and squatted down in front of the three of them. "What are you playing with?"

"Ants," Dahu said.

"Daya!" Su Cheng turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao. "Help my son-in-law up!"

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him indifferently. "He has hands and feet. Why do I need to help him?"

"Daya!" Su Cheng had a serious expression.

Su Cheng was always exceptionally principled when it came to treating his son-in-law well.

Su Xiaoxiao reluctantly walked toward Wei Ting. She curled her lips and stretched out two fat fingers.

Wei Ting looked at her disdainful expression and smiled. He pressed his entire body against her arm.

Su Xiaoxiao was caught off guard and was almost crushed by him!

"Wei Ting!" she snapped.

Wei Ting took a deep breath and looked at Su Cheng with a melancholic expression. "Dad, Daya is fierce to me."

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.

Su Cheng's face darkened. "Girl, you can't bully my son-in-law!"

Su Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth. Learned how to complain, had he?

Su Xiaoxiao smiled. "Go ahead. Don't worry about breaking my bones. Just don't faint from suffocation like last time." With that, she did not forget to puff out her chest.

Come on, let's hurt each other!

Wei Ting successfully recalled his experience of fainting in somebody's arms and his expression froze.

"Ha!" Su Xiaoxiao raised her head in victory and helped the blushing Wei Ting into the house.

… .

Dinner was pepper-flavored meat, fried eggs with fat intestines, stir-fried cabbage with cold radish shreds, and a pot of dough soup.

It was a combination of meat and vegetables, nourishing iron and blood, and rich in nutrition.

No matter how hard Wei Ting and Su Xiaoxiao fought, he had to admit that Su Xiaoxiao's culinary skills were superb.

Once he started on the dishes that he had never touched in the past, he could not stop.

Su Ergou finished the last mouthful of rice. "Sister, what are we eating tomorrow?"

Su Xiaoxiao thought for a moment. "Pig brains?"

Wei Ting was shocked.

At night, Su Xiaoxiao came over to remove the stitches for Wei Ting.

The wound healed beautifully, with only a shallow line. Wei Ting had also sutured it before, but it was not as perfect as hers.

Of course, he was a man. He didn't care if there were scars on him. He was just puzzled. How could a countryside girl have such exquisite medical skills?

Su Xiaoxiao said, "Well…"

"There's someone on the roof!"

Wei Ting covered her mouth with one hand and used his other hand to extinguish the candle on the table.

The house fell into darkness.

Su Xiaoxiao squatted on the ground in an extremely strange position between his legs.