The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 16: Being attentive

Summer afternoon.

The wind that blew by carried a wave of heat.

The water that went into my mouth turned into sweat and flowed out again in a short while.

The wounds on the buttocks of the men who had been flogged had not yet scabbed over.

Sweat trickled down my groin, burning, itchy, and painful.

The woman with bound feet also developed blisters on her feet.

Every step I take is excruciatingly painful.

The teenagers bit their lips tightly, not daring to complain.

The young women were also having a hard time, carrying children on their backs or burdens on their shoulders.

Of the entire team, the most comfortable one has to be Little Fatty.

Gan Minglan released her wood-type supernatural abilities throughout the entire process.

The little guy's nose didn't smell of sweat at all.

It felt cool and refreshing, with a pleasant woody scent.

My mother's back is as comfortable and pleasant as the bamboo mat at home.

He fell asleep within fifteen minutes of setting off.

This time, they walked from 1:00 PM to 19:00 PM.

We have just arrived at the inn where we will stay for the day.

The post stations within the jurisdiction of Daming Prefecture were quite large in scale.

As long as enough silver is given to the escorting officials and post station managers.

They can also arrange for families to stay in a single room.

Gan Minglan, who lives in the present moment, is naturally not the type to compromise herself.

She needs to wash up and change her clothes, she needs to eat hot soup and rice, and she needs to get a good night's sleep.

Having exhausted her supernatural abilities along the way, she fell into a deep sleep while taking a bath.

Zuo Wenkang paced anxiously at the bathroom door.

Pregnant women should not soak in the water for too long.

What if I faint inside?
He called Gan Minglan's name softly several times, but she did not respond.

In his haste, Zuo Wenkang didn't care about anything else and rushed into the bathroom.

Once inside, I couldn't move an inch.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, the woman's body, soaking in the bathtub, was faintly visible.

Her long hair was wet and clung to her shoulders.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and water droplets still clung to her eyelashes.

Zuo Wenkang was completely mesmerized.
His gaze was unbearably intense.

Gan Minglan, who remained completely focused in the unfamiliar environment, sensed something was amiss.

As soon as I open my eyes.

She saw her cheap husband looking infatuated, with some kind of liquid dripping from the tip of his nose.

He caught his wife with a nosebleed while she was taking a shower.

Zuo Wenkang's embarrassment was unparalleled!

A blush rose to her cheeks, and she covered her nose, stammering:
"Mother, wife, pregnant women shouldn't soak in the water for too long. Be careful not to fall."

Gan Minglan raised an eyebrow.

This man had shown remarkable composure in front of the original owner of this body.

The two have been completely honest with each other for over five years.

How could you possibly see her blushing and having a nosebleed after taking a shower?

But his kindness and concern were genuine, so she wasn't afraid.

He gave the other party the instructions very naturally:
"I'm exhausted, my legs are still weak, husband, come and help me."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Wenkang's nosebleed became even more profuse.

He only said one sentence: "Wait for me a moment."

He dashed out of the bathroom in a flash.

Gan Minglan: That's it? Could it be that the other person was a minor before they transmigrated here?

I wasn't sure before, but now I'm certain.

This cheap man has undoubtedly had his "heart replaced"!

Zuo Wenkang was unaware that he had been exposed.

He splashed cold water on his face several times in the courtyard and finally managed to stop the nosebleed.

He returned to the bathhouse. His wife had already dressed and returned to the guest room.

Each room in the inn is a large communal sleeping area.

The wife and mother each occupied a corner and had already fallen asleep.

Only the chubby son sat at the kang table, slurping down his noodles.

While eating, he whispered:
"Daddy, Mommy and Grandma are too tired! They said they want to sleep before eating, so they asked you to help me take a bath later."

The soft, childlike voice of a baby.

The single word "Father" made Zuo Wenkang's bones go weak.

He walked unsteadily to Fatty's side, his voice slightly choked with emotion:
"Hey! My good son! Daddy will help you take a bath later. Do you have enough noodles?"

Fatty suddenly looked up at his father.

My biological father wasn't so easy to get close to before!
They keep saying they want to hold their grandchildren, not their children.

Today I not only want to hug him, but I'm also trying to comfort him.

Don't assume that children are too young to understand the complexities of adult thinking.

He knew exactly how elders would coax a baby.

Fatty blinked his lychee-shaped eyes.

Taking an inch and wanting a mile:
"Daddy, plain noodles aren't good enough, I want meat noodles!"

Zuo Wenkang: "."

Even your own son shouldn't be spoiled!

Who knows how much hardship they'll have to endure on their way to the border town?

I can't eat clear soup noodles now, what am I going to do later?
He looked into those eyes he had inherited from him and said earnestly:

"There's no meat noodles at the inn. If you don't eat the clear soup noodles, you'll go hungry!"

Fatty pouted: "Hmph, is this how you coax a kid? You have no sincerity at all!"

With a wiggle of his fat butt, he no longer wanted to talk to his father.

Zuo Wenkang touched his nose.

Turning his head, he saw his wife's long, wet hair sticking out from under the pillow.

He couldn't help but frown.

Sleeping with wet hair can cause migraines when you get old.

He quickly found the new cotton cloth in his bundle.

Just by touching the softness of the cotton fabric, you can tell it's something the father-in-law bought for his unborn grandson.

My grandson will be born in a little over seven months.

But his mother can use it first.

Cotton cloth is highly absorbent, making it a good choice for drying hair.

His movements were gentle, and he wiped carefully.

Gan Minglan, who was pretending to be asleep, enjoyed his service for a while, then ignored him and fell asleep peacefully.

She was asleep and didn't see it.

Zuo Wenkang, a first-time father, was surprisingly efficient at his work.

He washed away all the tangled mess of Fatty's hair, as well as the sweat and grime hidden between his chubby arms and legs.

Fatty was very satisfied with being served so gently by his own father.

After sleeping on the road all afternoon, he was refreshed and felt incredibly energetic.

When she can't sleep, she's willing to chat with her dad, with whom she didn't have a particularly close relationship in the past.

"Father, how much longer do we have to walk before we reach the border town?"

"Well, it might not be until my sister is born."

"When will my little sister crawl out of my belly button? My feet are so naughty, they hurt after walking for a while."

"Oh my, my chubby boy is already quite amazing. He's only four years old and he walked around all morning without crying."

"Hehe, I'm going to be a big brother, how can I cry like this?"

"Then you can't cry tomorrow, okay? If you get tired, come to Daddy and I'll carry you!"

"But I like it when Mom carries me on her back. Dad, you're all bones and you smell bad! Mom is fragrant and soft, and not hot at all!"

"You little rascal, we can't let your mother get tired, otherwise the little sister in my belly will cause trouble for her. Do you still want to be a big brother?"

"Okay, okay then! Daddy, what's that wooden board you wore around your neck for during the day? I want to wear it too!"

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"Father, Father, why aren't you saying anything? Are you reluctant to give it to me?"

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(End of this chapter)