She opened her sleepy eyes and took out the watch that Lin Shan gave her as a dowry. It was already past nine o'clock.

Xie Qingxiao was no longer in the room, and the sound of him talking to Xie's mother could be heard outside.

Lin Xiangyi subconsciously looked at his hands, which still felt a little sore.

She shook her hands and secretly vowed to do it to him no more than three times a week and no more than once a day, and not to think about him any more.

She opened the door and walked out.

"...Don't go out today. Stay at home with your wife. There's some meat left from the banquet yesterday. Go pick some vegetables to cook. Your father and I will go to Tengpoling to turn over the land. We won't be back at noon. Eh, Xiangyi?"

Mother Xie was talking to Xie Qingxiao. When she saw Lin Xiangyi coming out, she immediately smiled and asked, "Are you up?"

Xie Qingxiao, who was squatting under the eaves and feeding the chickens with rotten vegetable leaves, stood up immediately after hearing this, looking back with a burning gaze.

Lin Xiangyi was not happy with him.

Xie Qingxiao smiled.

"Mom," Lin Xiangyi felt a little embarrassed for sleeping so late, especially since it was the day after her wedding night. She always felt that there seemed to be something else in the smile that Xie's mother gave her.

Lin Xiangyi's feeling was not wrong.

Mother Xie was an experienced person, and when she saw the dark circles under Lin Xiangyi's eyes, her face became even kinder, as if she had seen her grandson greeting her.

"I've left breakfast for you in the pot, but it should have gotten cold. Qingxiao, go heat up some breakfast for your wife," said Xie's mother.

"Okay," Xie Qingxiao nodded, threw the rotten vegetable leaves in his hand to the ground, and went to the kitchen.