Xiao Cheng pursed his thin lips, held Bai Lu's foot tightly, preventing her from pulling it back, and increased the pressure of his massage.

Bai Lu was in so much pain that she kept scratching at the table, her brows furrowing involuntarily, but she immediately relaxed them after a moment, enduring the pain.

The pressure on my feet gradually lessened.

Bai Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly it became heavy again.

She gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Cough...cough cough..."

A cough suddenly came from the inner room. The sound was like an old bellows weathered by the cold winds of time, weathered and feeble, the cough was intermittent, but you could tell it belonged to an old man.

"The old man is being disobedient again, he's been stealing food. I'm going to check on him. Dazhuang, remember to rub him hard."

The old woman quickly gave a few instructions and ran into the inner room.

The force on my ankle suddenly increased.

A burning pain, like flames, shot up from the nerves in her ankle, reaching all the way to the top of her head. The pain was so intense that Bai Lu instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but couldn't, and instinctively kicked out.

He landed squarely on the big boss's chest.

And...and...and they even kicked the big boss down!!!

Xiao Wei covered his face, "Oh no, oh no!"

If a fight breaks out later, should he help his older brother or Bai Lu? He'll definitely help his older brother.

But Bai Lu is pregnant, so we should help her too.

How can we help? What should we do?

Bai Lu was stunned for a second, then immediately pounced on the ground to help the big guy up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, my foot was a little sore just now, it was an instinctive reaction, I couldn't control myself from kicking..."

"It wasn't my subjective feeling. I didn't feel any pain from your rubbing at all! No, no! I didn't mean you rubbed my feet, it was my feet that hurt! No, no! It doesn't hurt at all, it's just that my feet are acting up on their own!"

Xiao Cheng slightly raised his eyelids, his deep eyes filled with darkness and desolation, his thin lips pressed together, his face gloomy, and the aura of impending storm quickly spread, oppressing every corner of the space.

He slowly raised his hand.

The air pressure suddenly dropped.

Bai Lu's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

He then dusted off his clothes.

The old lady's house was a mud-brick house with a black tile roof and wooden planks on the ground. Even though she cleaned it every day, a layer of light dust would still fall when it was windy or rainy.

When the ball hit his chest, Xiao Cheng smiled faintly and raised his hand to pinch Bai Lu's smooth and fair chin.

"You've got some nerve?"

The sound was colder than autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Bai Lu, whose chin was being pinched, felt as if her lifeline had been seized, and she couldn't move at all.

In his past life, Xiao Cheng had suffered knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and vigilante torture... but he had never been kicked in the chest.

She really...

Oh no, my legs are weak.

Xiao Cheng was suddenly embraced by the girl, who wrapped her arms around his neck and hung her entire weight on him.

She was incredibly audacious, breaking free of his grasp, giving him a pitiful look, gazing at him with clear, pure eyes, and crying out in a soft, fragile voice that she was in pain.

"Acheng...my foot hurts..."

Xiao Cheng held her slender, soft waist, his palms burning as he listened to her delicate, weak voice that pierced his eardrums.

When she came to her senses, she had already helped Bailu onto a chair, and her other hand was reaching for the medicinal wine bottle.

He retracted his words nonchalantly, his tone as calm as ever: "Who told you to go up the mountain?"

Bai Lu grabbed his arm, smiling sweetly, "You agreed."

Xiao Cheng: "..."

Xiao Wei peeked out from between his fingers covering his face and realized the situation had changed, so he quietly lowered his hand.

He continued to stare silently at his straw hat, as if nothing had happened. Yes, nothing had happened.

Bai Lu kicked her older brother and nothing happened to her.

The older brother sat down on a chair next to him, reached out and grabbed Bai Lu's foot, placed it on his lap, poured medicinal wine into his hand from a medicine bottle, and continued to massage Bai Lu's ankle.

After kneading the dough, she even helped Bailu put on her shoes.

"Cough cough..." The coughing sound from the inner room, along with the approaching footsteps, carried to the main room.

The old woman helped the old man out: "Old man, let me tell you, this Dazhuang is very filial and a good boy. He not only gave me some super sweet tangerines to eat, but he is also very good to his wife. He doesn't even rub her feet too hard."

Xiao Cheng had become immune to the word "Da Zhuang" thanks to Bai Lu's forceful hugs and frantic blinking.

Grandpa had a rosy complexion and was still full of energy. Although he was thin, he was still quite healthy. However, he couldn't stand the heat and would cough if he ate anything that had been stir-fried for a long time.

His grandmother usually doesn't allow him to eat this, but today he has rheumatism and foot pain, so he can't go up the mountain to worship his ancestors and has to stay at home. He couldn't resist eating this food that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Then I started coughing.

I coughed until I vomited everything up.

Grandma caught her: "I told you not to eat them! The roasted chestnuts that Afu brought back from town were all black and burnt. They were obviously burnt. They were burnt, hard, mushy, and dry. I couldn't even swallow one. I told you not to eat them, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on eating them. Now look what happened, you coughed up everything. Let's see if you'll still eat them in the future."

Grandpa knew he was wrong. His face was red from coughing, but he smiled helplessly and didn't say anything to refute him.

After being helped to sit down, she looked up at Xiao Cheng and Bai Lu, and saw the little darling sitting quietly in the chair.

He asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Bai Lu shook her head honestly: "Not yet, Grandpa."

The old man smiled broadly at the call of "Grandpa," feeling deeply gratified. His tone became even more affectionate: "There's food in the square. Today is Qingming Festival, so there's good food and meat. The money comes from the incense and candle money. Go and eat more. It's all your hard-earned money, so don't waste it."

The old woman waved her hand and said, "No need to rush. Afu will come to call us when the food is ready. Right now, everyone is chopping firewood, washing vegetables, moving tables and chairs, and new pots and pans from the ancestral hall storeroom. Dazhuang's wife has injured her foot, so if she goes there too early, she won't be able to do anything and the gossipy women will talk about her."

“Grandma is right,” Bai Lu nodded obediently.

"So good, you and Dazhuang are a match made in heaven." The old woman smiled kindly.

Bai Lu: "..."

Xiao Cheng: "..."

Grandpa and Grandma said many words of praise and blessings, and when they got thirsty, they invited everyone to have some tea.

Bai Lu took a sip of tea before speaking softly, "Grandma, do you grow chestnuts on your mountain?"

The old woman nodded: "It was planted during the production team era. Our family was allocated a large hill, with chestnuts, star anise, and some other miscellaneous fruit trees."

“When Afu came back from town this time, he brought some roasted chestnuts for us to try. He said they were given to him by the Xiao family in town. He also said he would go back to his hometown to buy chestnuts during the Qingming Festival. Afu told us to keep an eye out for them. Is that you?”

Bailu wanted to buy chestnuts, but she didn't want to be blamed for the coke. If her grandparents thought she was wasting food and refused to sell her chestnuts, then she would lose more than she gained.

Let's briefly explain the situation right now.

After listening, the old woman understood perfectly, and a person came to mind. She immediately shook her head.

"What a waste of food..." Grandpa sighed.

Young people these days don't know how precious food is. Chestnuts could save lives during famines.

The old woman immediately decided: "We should sell the chestnuts we've stored to Dazhuang and his wife. We can't waste food."

The words had barely left his mouth.

A figure rushed in from outside, bringing good news: "Grandpa and Grandma, someone has come to buy chestnuts at a high price!"