Zhuang Mingcheng stepped forward, touched the kang (a heated brick bed) from one end to the other, and then lay down to try it out.

Mmm, it feels so good. A heated pit would definitely feel even better in winter.

After a while, he turned around and quickly walked out.

"Hey? Zhuang Mingcheng, what are you doing?"

Zhuang Mingcheng didn't say anything and quickly walked out of the house.

He was so focused on looking at the little flower that he hadn't noticed that a small shed had been erected on the east side of the yard.

He went in and took a look. Under the shed, he saw a long bamboo cage with twenty or thirty quails inside, and he also saw several quail eggs.

Outside the shed, there were a few chicks and ducks.

He turned his head and looked again, and saw that in the southernmost corner of the yard, there was a latrine that was more than a meter high.

Needless to say, the mud bricks used to build this outhouse were all made by my lover, one by one, by hand.

He reached out and touched it, and he could picture his lover working hard to make adobe bricks.

What's wrong with you?

Lu Fangfang walked up to Zhuang Mingcheng and waved her hand in front of him.

This man is probably obsessed; he's not even replying to her anymore.

Zhuang Mingcheng looked straight at his lover and hugged her tightly.

"Comrade Lu Fangfang, the greatest blessing of my life is being able to marry you."

Lu Fangfang: "..."

Her face flushed slightly, and she reached out to hug the man back.

"Don't say that. It's my good fortune to have met you. Let's support each other and work hard to live our lives well together."

Zhuang Mingcheng nodded vigorously.

He held his lover in his arms and thought of his mother at home. If only his mother were so understanding and wouldn't cause trouble.

Zhuang Mingcheng sighed softly, cherishing his lover even more.

It's not easy to meet the right person in this lifetime, so you have to cherish them.