As the afterglow faded and dusk fell, Yan Xiao returned drenched in sweat and immediately went to the kitchen to cook.

A pang of heartache welled up in Wen Qinghe's heart as she thought about how the harvest would continue for more than half a month.

"Brother Yan, teach me how to cook! That way you can rest a bit when you get home at noon. I'm feeling much better now, and there are some things I can do myself."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiao put down the water ladle, his dark eyes fixed on her intently, his voice deep and soothing:

"My sweetheart, you don't need to do anything. I'm already so grateful that you're here with me. The only thing you need to do is rest and recover. Leave everything else to me, okay?"

Under his deep gaze, she nodded unconsciously.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Wen Qinghe always felt that there was something else in the man's words.

...

After dinner, Yan Xiao boiled a bucket of hot water for the little girl and told Wen Qinghe to take a bath first.

He has already adjusted the water temperature in the bathtub, which was made yesterday.

While the little girl went inside to take a bath, he used the water tank outside to scoop up cold water and rinse her off directly in the yard.

…

Wen Qinghe could have washed up in the space, but seeing the bathtub the man brought out, she felt a strong urge to try it; she had never experienced the feeling of taking a bath in a wooden tub before…

As the hot water slowly seeps into your skin, a warm feeling rises throughout your body.

Mmm, more comfortable than a bathtub.

Half an hour passed, and she still didn't want to get up. It was the man outside the door who spoke up, telling her not to soak for too long, before she reluctantly dried herself, applied body lotion, and changed her clothes.

Before the door was even opened, Yan Xiao could smell the faint scent of jasmine. The girl opened the bathroom door and came out.

The jasmine fragrance became even stronger.

The little girl smelled wonderful all over after her bath, like a walking, delicious jasmine-scented milk cake.

His throat tightened, and a feeling of irritation welled up inside him. He felt that his cold shower had been a waste of time.

Seeing her wet hair, he spontaneously took a clean towel and gently dried her hair.

The little girl's hair was very fine and soft, so tender that the floral scent seemed to emanate from it.

He had collected all of Wen Qinghe's belongings from the educated youth settlement, but he didn't see any soap or hair washing products inside.

His deep eyes flickered, and his voice carried a barely perceptible probing tone:

"Qingqing, your hair smells so good, what shampoo did you use?"

Wen Qinghe was initially feeling drowsy from his gentle hair-drying and scalp-massaging techniques, but upon hearing this, she instantly woke up.

He said awkwardly, "Hehe~ This is the shampoo I bought in Beijing when I went to the countryside. I specially asked Lingling to find it for me at the educated youth settlement."

Yan Xiao lowered his eyelids, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. This little liar.

His earlier remarks about marriage to the brigade leader were not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

His eyes held an unfathomable tenderness, yet his voice carried a barely perceptible tension.

"Qingqing, shall we get married after this busy farming season? I want to have a legitimate reason to treat you well."

Wen Qinghe was surprised. She knew that in this era, the malicious voices against women regarding premarital cohabitation were more terrifying than modern-day pornographic rumors.

But she couldn't fully take responsibility for this body; she also had a father who had been sent to the countryside.

In any case, we need to get the father's permission first.

“My family situation is a bit special. Before I went to the countryside, my father was sent down to a farm in Longnan. If we were to get married, we would need my father’s consent first.”

She then realized that she wasn't actually opposed to marriage, especially if the person she was marrying was him.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiao's eyes flashed with joy, and his heart began to pound wildly.

"Qingqing agreed?"

Wen Qinghe nodded, her face slightly flushed.

The next second, she was enveloped by a refreshing aura.

The man's deep, pleasant voice carried a tenderness that could melt bones: "Thank you, Qingqing, for being willing to come to my side..."

"After the harvest, let's go see Uncle, okay? I'll get his permission."

Wen Qinghe was surprised, and her clear eyes suddenly brightened.

"good…"

She also wanted to meet the original owner's father, not only for the original owner's sake, but also because of her intuition that there were some things that needed to be resolved by meeting her father.

...

For the next period of time, Yan Xiao worked even harder in the fields during the day, managing to cover two acres of land in a single morning.

This is the amount of work that other young and middle-aged laborers in the village can do in a day; most of them can only cultivate one mu (approximately 0.16 acres) of land per day.

Everyone toils in the fields, their backs aching and legs sore, making it difficult to break the soil.

Yan Xiao's incredible energy and speed always amaze everyone, yet he still manages to cook for his sweetheart when he gets home.

Some villagers, not wanting to see this, would share their experience with him while they were working.

"Xiao Yan, you can't spoil your partner like this! When my wife was giving birth, it happened to be during the busy farming season. I left her a few vegetable pancakes and cornbreads in the pot in the morning, and that was enough for her to eat all day. She was so grateful to me when she came back."

Even so, it didn't stop her from fighting with me later, and she was so arrogant and ungrateful.

I've been there, let me tell you, you can't spoil a woman! Who knows, my wife's shrewish behavior might be a result of being spoiled back then! You still have a long life ahead of you!

Yan Xiao ignored him, focusing only on the corn stalks in front of him, one corn cob in each hand, and pretended not to hear him.

His girlfriend is different from others!

Vegetable pancakes and cornbread are coarse grains that I can't give to my precious little girl. I remember how she choked on her medicine and couldn't recover for a long time.

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