After marrying the rough man Orion, the little peasant girl was spoiled

Chapter 341 Wife plays hooligan during the day

When no one noticed, the woman leaned over and kissed the man's face, saying softly: "Thank you, sir."

"Silly wife." Cheng Huai raised the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed her hand and rubbed it to warm it.

After finishing his meal in the evening, Cheng Huai went to feed the chickens and ducks and picked out the eggs.

The ducks at home are also laying eggs now, and I can pick up a few every day.

Occasionally, his wife would be greedy, so he would bake it for her to eat.

The rain didn't stop at night and it sounded even louder.

Jiang Miao turned over several times on the bed, feeling a little restless in her sleep.

Cheng Huai reached out to cover her ears, leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Daughter-in-law, sleep well."

"Ms. sir, our family won't be flooded." Jiang Miao leaned into his arms.

"No, sleep peacefully." Patting her back gently, the man hugged her tighter.

In the middle of the night, when he heard the sound of water flowing, Cheng Huai put on his clothes and went out. A layer of water seeped in beside the door.

He closed the door tightly, opened it, and went out with a hoe and iron catalpa.

There was a cold patch of ice beside her. Jiang Miao opened her eyes, and a ray of light opened on the horizon. In addition to the sound of rain, there were also slight sounds coming from outside.

She sat up, put on her clothes, and slowly got out of bed.

The sound of shoveling iron catalpas to the ground sounded outside the door, which was closed.

It was still dark in the main room. Jiang Miao found a candle and lit it. She wrapped herself tightly in clothes and opened the door. A cold breeze passed through the hall.

The candle went out and a dim light came in.

"Master?"

"young married woman!"

The rough man immediately dropped the catalpa, shook the rain off his arms, and strode over.

After leading the woman further into the house, he turned around and closed the door, breathing heavily: "Why are you up? Did I wake you up?"

"You've had enough sleep. How long have you been busy with my husband?" Jiang Miao touched his cold arm, which had obviously been exposed to the rain for a long time.

Cheng Huai withdrew his hand, helped her sit down, and said in a rough voice: "It's not cold to work, is my wife hungry?"

"You're not hungry, just put on a raincoat. You'll freeze in the rain." Looking at his rolled-up trouser legs and muddy shoes, Jiang Miao frowned slightly, "My husband doesn't feel sorry for me at all."

It's almost winter now, and no matter how strong he is, he can't stand the rain.

"I was in a hurry just now, I didn't think so much." The man raised his hand and stroked her brow, and said warmly, "It's almost done. Wife, go put the fire under the fire."

"Ah."

After finding some clean clothes for him to put on, Jiang Miao stared at him as he tied up his raincoat and walked to the kitchen to light the fire.

The woman stretched her hands by the stove to warm herself up, and the flames reflected on her fair face, making the room feel a little warm.

Cheng Huai was relieved and continued digging ditches, surrounding the corridor with mud.

Jiang Miao washed and chopped the ginger and green onion, boiled the ginger soup, picked up the last two sweet potatoes and roasted them in the stove.

Seeing that the man had filled in the last part, she walked to the door holding her belly and called him softly: "Mr., come and have something to eat."

"Okay." The rough man shook the mud off his trouser legs, washed his hands in the rain, and strode in.

"Drink some hot water to warm yourself up first." Jiang Miao pulled him to sit down by the stove and reached out to touch his face.

Cheng Huai drank the hot water in the bowl and held her hand, "Don't touch it, it's cold."

"You know how cold it is. Mr. Yu has almost turned into ice pimples after being exposed to the rain for so long." Jiang Miao glared at him and handed over the ginger soup. "I feel stuffy."

The rough man pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, then took it and drank it.

Instantly, a hot taste exploded from the tip of my tongue and throat, and I drank two more mouthfuls of water to feel better.Jiang Miao took his hand to the stove and roasted it, and said with a smile: "Let's see if you dare to drizzle it like this in the future. If you do this again, I will put some chili peppers for you to cook together."

Cheng Huai was silent and didn't speak. Warmth gradually filled his chest and his eyes turned red.

Jiang Miao took the tongs and dug at the edge of the stove. The sweet potatoes were exposed, and the man immediately reached out and picked them up.

"Be careful, you may burn your hand, why are you in such a hurry?" The woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly handed him something to cushion him.

Cheng Huai lowered his head and peeled the sweet potato, leaving a small piece at the bottom for her to hold.

Jiang Miao reached out to take it, took a small bite, pointed at it and said, "There is another one. My husband peeled it off and ate it himself."

"Ah."

Her rough hands peeled the sweet potatoes flexibly, and the man finished them in two or three bites. Jiang Miao handed the one in her hand to him, "I'll eat this too."

"My daughter-in-law can eat it herself." Cheng Huai frowned, knowing that she had reserved it on purpose.

Jiang Miao reached out and stuffed the sweet potato into his mouth, arching her beautiful eyebrows, "I originally baked it for you, but I don't want to eat at the moment."

In the past, she was still sleeping at this time, but she wasn't very hungry.

"Would you like my wife to sleep a little longer? The ditches have been dug outside and there will be no more water in the house." He ate the sweet potato and his mouth was full of sweetness.

Jiang Miao shook her head and stuffed two sticks of firewood into the stove, "Let's talk after breakfast."

"I'll burn it." Taking the tongs in her hand, Cheng Huai went to the stove to light the fire.

Jiang Miao felt relieved when she reached into his neck and found that the clothes inside were not wet.

"Daughter-in-law acts like a hooligan during the day." Cheng Huai laughed harshly.

Jiang Miao stood up, approached his face and kissed him, "I am your husband, so touching him twice is a serious matter."

The rough man was speechless, but his wife now learned to tease him.

"Take off your shoes. I'll get you a dry pair. I'll brush these later and put them on the stove to bake."

A pair of wet shoes in one day would make it too busy to even cook a stove.

Seeing that she was about to go out, Cheng Huai immediately pulled her back and said, "I'll go by myself. There's water on the porch and it's easy for your feet to slip."

"It's under our cabinet, get the thick pair."

"it is good."

He hurried out and Jiang Miao scooped up some rice. He would drink some rice porridge in the morning and stir-fry two vegetables for lunch.

On rainy days, the family only has to work hard to get food, and the life is quite leisurely.

After changing his shoes, Cheng Huai took his mud shoes and went outside to clean them. Occasionally there was the crackle of a fire in the kitchen, and he looked back from time to time.

"Ms. sir, I'll go out and buy myself a pair of oil shoes later. They'll be useful for work in the future."

Not hearing the man's response, Jiang Miao continued: "If you don't go and buy it, I'll go out and buy it myself later."

"Daughter-in-law, I'll buy it later." The rough man's low and helpless voice immediately came from outside. After a while, he asked again, "Daughter-in-law, do you want to buy anything else?"

Jiang Miao smiled and poked at the burned charcoal, "Buy some more Chinese cabbage, a fish, and two pieces of tofu along the way."

"Okay, I'll make tofu and fish stew for my wife at noon."

"Yes." The woman responded to him gently, with joy hidden in her eyes that reflected the flames.

After cleaning the shoes, the rough man put them by the stove, washed his hands and stirred the rice porridge.

"It's almost done, let's fish it out." Jiang Miao handed him the fishing basket and took another bowl over.

The mist filled the air, and the rising fragrance of rice lingered on the tip of her nose. Jiang Miao turned around to get the eggs and beat them each into a large bowl.

After scooping out the rice, Cheng Huai scooped two tablespoons of rice soup into a bowl. Jiang Miao put some sugar in it, stirred it with chopsticks, and drank it later.

(End of this chapter)