The words she was about to say were cut off by the man, and the room was filled with passion.

In this weather, when there's no work to do, especially for young couples, they can easily spend the whole day in their room without getting bored.

Moreover, the house where the two lived was located at the foot of the mountain, so no matter how much noise they made inside, they didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.

...........

Compared to the prosperity, harmony, and boundless happiness of Yan Xiao's side, it was a different story.

In the small dormitory of the educated youth settlement, Tang Lingling was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when she heard a series of knocks on the door.

Who is it?

"Hehe~ Lingling, it's me."

Recognizing Feng Tiezhu's voice, Tang Lingling glanced at the warm bed she had just tidied up, then reluctantly got up, put on a cotton-padded jacket, and then put on a pair of cotton-padded trousers.

After glancing down at his clothes and making sure everything was in order, he went to open the door.

What brings you here?

"I've brought you clam oil and gloves. It's cold now and your hands are prone to cracking. I'll feel bad if your hands get cracked."

(Chen Guiru: Aren't my hands hands too...)

Tang Lingling looked at the bright red gloves and clam oil in Feng Tiezhu's hands and felt a surge of emotion. She hadn't expected that this seemingly simple-minded man would actually be so considerate.

…

Feng Tiezhu's thoughtfulness is met with both praise and criticism.

Chen Guiru waited all day but her son's clam oil and gloves never arrived.

"That little rascal, I knew he wasn't that considerate!"

-

Let's go back to the morning.

Chen Guiru was hanging out the clothes of her two husbands in the yard when Feng Tiezhu came in from outside.

"Come quick, you've come at the right time. Help me hang these clothes out to dry. I'm going inside to put some medicine on my hands; they're so cracked that even a little water hurts them."

Feng Tiezhu looked at his mother's hand and quickly took the laundry basin.

When he finished hanging up the clothes and went inside, he saw that the jar Chen Guiru used to apply hand cream was almost empty.

He then asked, "Mother, what happened to your hand?"

Chen Guiru glanced at him sideways, "Oh, so you're concerned about your old mother now? It's just because it's cold now, and I have a lot of work to do, so my hands are prone to cracking. Unlike when I was younger, when I would apply clam oil and wear gloves, my hands were always smooth and soft..."

After saying that, she realized that talking to Feng Tiezhu was like casting pearls before swine; the little brat wasn't the type to take it seriously.

Feng Tiezhu glanced at Chen Guiru's hand, nodded, and said, "Okay, Mother, I understand."

Then I went out.

Chen Guiru, left inside the house, was completely bewildered, not understanding what he had found out.

She carefully recalled what she had just said; she had mentioned clam oil and gloves, and the kid had just replied, "I know." Could it be...?

Thinking of this, the fine lines at the corners of Chen Guiru's eyes widened, and a sense of anticipation rose in her heart.

…

Around noon, Chen Guiru was about to go out to pick vegetables in the garden when she ran into Yang Guihua, who was on her way to town to mail a letter to her son.

"Young lady, you are so lucky. Your son Tiezhu knows how to love his mother."

Chen Guiru: "?"

“I went to town today and saw that your Tiezhu went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy you gloves and clam oil. Unlike my big, simple-minded guy, who only sends money on time every month and never asks about the family situation.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Guiru was surprised that her son had actually been so filial, and she couldn't help but smile.

“I envy you, sister-in-law. Your Tiedan sends you money every month on time, while my good-for-nothing does nothing but eat as soon as he comes home.”

The two chatted back and forth for almost half an hour before Chen Guiru remembered that she was supposed to go pick vegetables.

...

Chen Guiru hummed a little tune as she entered the room. Thinking that her little rascal had been unusually thoughtful for once, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

Even his wife, whom he usually disliked, didn't say much when she was squatting at the door smoking her pipe.

Feng Dabing was full of surprise. He felt uncomfortable if this woman didn't scold him for a day, but today she was unusually silent.

Suddenly, the tobacco in my hand no longer smelled good.

He took a deep drag on his pipe, walked into the kitchen, and watched his wife humming a song and swaying her hips as she washed vegetables.

"Wife, is there any good news today?"

Chen Guiru was thinking of making a few more cornbreads for Feng Tiezhu later when she suddenly heard her troublesome old man talking.

"What good news could there be?"

"Then why are you humming a tune and swaying your waist like that? What's making you so happy?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Guiru couldn't help but smile again. "Hey, why ask so many questions! Your son is much more considerate than you!"

Feng Dabing: ...

...

Chen Guiru's good mood only lasted until the afternoon. As the sun set, she waited all day but her son's clam oil and gloves never arrived.

When it was time for dinner, Chen Guiru heard a noise at the door, but before she saw anyone, she heard...

"Mom, I'm hungry. Is there any food?"

"Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eating! Are you hungry—" Chen Guiru suddenly thought of something and changed her words, "Hehe, son is back? Come and eat if you're hungry, Mom has made it."

Feng Tiezhu abruptly pulled back the foot he had just stepped through the door. Had his mother possessed him again?

Not only was Feng Tiezhu startled, but even Feng Dabing, who was already eating at the table, suddenly dared not breathe...

For a fierce tigress to suddenly become gentle, it's either because she's caught them red-handed and is waiting for them to admit their mistakes.

Or he must be out of his mind.

Chen Guiru ignored her husband's ulterior motives and focused on taking care of her son.

"Tiezhu, come on, have a piece of pork rib."

"These are your favorite radish greens."

…

Feng Tiezhu was flattered and quickly finished his meal before leaving the battlefield to deliver gloves to his wife.

"Mother, I'm going out!"

When Chen Guiru turned around, he had disappeared.

Chen Guiru: ...

..............

Educated youth settlement.

Feng Tiezhu finally got to kiss his future daughter-in-law again, just as he had hoped.

"Lingling, you're so soft... I love kissing you..."

A blush crept onto the girl's face. Tang Lingling thought to herself, "If you're going to kiss me, just say so. It makes me feel really shy."

Just as Feng Tiezhu's large hand involuntarily covered the girl's waist, Tang Lingling pushed him away reflexively.

"What are you doing! Are you trying to be a pervert again?"

Feng Tiezhu: In all honesty, he only kissed me on the lips and touched my waist.