Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Are You Not Full?

When it was time for dinner, Huo San came back.

He was not drunk as usual, but his face was rosy, and even Huo Xiaobao, whom he hated the most, was willing to tease him.

Miao Ying's eyes darkened. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. The old man must be up to no good.

"Oh, is the Laba porridge already cooked?" Huo San looked around the kitchen again, then fumbled around in the room for a while. "When is dinner?"

Li Hongying didn't even glance at him, and just invited Huo Xing and the others to have dinner. Huo San didn't care and sat down at the table with a shameless face.

He had heard about the visitor from the Miao family a while ago. He looked at Miao Ying and said, "Is your mother's family a butcher? Go back to her in a couple of days and ask your brother for a few pounds of fat meat. I can use it."

Miao Ying sneered: "Why don't you go and ask for it yourself?"

"I'm trying to bring you closer to your family." Huo San slammed the table, "Don't be ungrateful."

Huo Xing put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Huo San coldly: "If you want to eat meat, go buy it yourself."

"You unfilial thing!" Huo San's good expression was completely gone. He raised his hand and wanted to pour the boiling hot Laba porridge on Huo Xing, but as soon as he picked up the bowl, Huo Xing grabbed his wrist tightly and the bowl fell on the table.

The grandmother stood next to Huo San, put down her chopsticks, and slapped Huo San in the face: "How long are you going to make trouble?"

Huo San looked at his grandmother in disbelief. He took two steps back and said, "Hey, you guys treat me like a dead man, don't you? I'm telling you, this is my home. If I tell you to get out, you have to get out!"

Li Hongying stood up and looked at him coldly: "Okay, write the divorce letter, and I will take this family away with me."

Huo San didn't expect that Li Hongying, who was always timid and dared not speak, would dare to speak to him like that. He raised his hand to hit her, but was kicked away by Huo Xing.

"Don't think I don't dare to divorce you." Huo San climbed up from the ground using his hands and feet. "Just wait!"

"No matter what, I'm going to take this whole family with me, including Mom!" Li Hongying said, "Mom will suffer if she follows you. It's better for me to take her away."

When the grandmother heard her words, she just wiped away her tears. Ever since Li Hongying married into the family, she had been devoted to this family, but this rebellious son of hers was not a good person and had been hurting his heart from beginning to end. She had beaten and scolded Huo San, but he just wouldn't change.

"Just wait for me!" Huo San walked out of the house cursing.

Li Hongying straightened her hair and smiled: "Sit down and eat. Today is a festival."

Miao Ying cleaned up the Laba porridge that had just been spilled and filled a new bowl. He looked at Li Hongying and said, "Mom, it's okay. Our family can live a better life without him."

Grandmother grabbed Li Hongying's hand and said, "Aying, I am sorry for you."

Li Hongying has been married into the Huo family for twenty-two years. During these twenty-two years, there is no one left in her natal family. Her parents died early, and her eldest brother who never married also died later. Her second brother moved away from their hometown with his family. Now she has no relatives at all.

It was precisely because she had no support from her natal family that Huo San dared to treat her like this. If she were divorced by Huo San now, she would have nowhere to go.

"It's okay, Mom." Li Hongying took a mouthful of porridge. "I've had enough of him. Our family would be better off without him. I'm just worried about how I can take you away."

"If we really want to divorce, we can just rent a house." Miao Ying was very open-minded. "Huo Xing and I can definitely support this family with our income. If we divorce this scumbag, our lives will get better and better."

Seeing that Huo Xing didn't speak, Miao Ying poked Huo Xing's arm and said, "Say something."

"I can live in the mountain. My master gave me the house on the mountain before he died." Huo Xing said, "I know the village chief. I can settle down there. I can make money, buy land, and live a good life."

"Okay." Li Hongying greeted them, "Eat, eat."

After dinner, Miao Ying asked Huo Xing to wash up. He stood aside and talked to Huo Xing: "Is the house on your mountain really habitable?"

Huo Xing nodded: "But it's a little small, not enough to live in."

"It's okay. Can't we just use wood to build a house on the mountain? If that doesn't work, we can rent a house at the foot of the mountain." Miao Ying has already begun to look forward to his future life. "You hunt, I'll do business, and mother and grandmother will help us with needlework. We can just enjoy our old age."

Huo Xing stopped what he was doing and asked, "You, aren't you going to leave?"

Miao Ying looked at him doubtfully: "Where should I go?"

Huo Xing didn't say the next words. He looked at Miao Ying and said, "After the New Year, when my hand is healed, I will go over there to build a house."

Miao Ying nodded heavily. "You still have to work with the village chief and the government in the neighboring town. We'll have to talk to them. After we move there, we'll have to buy land, which is a lot of money. If it gets really difficult, I'll go back to my parents' house and borrow some money. They should be able to lend it to me."

"No need." Huo Xing's voice became a little higher.

Miao Ying was suspicious: "What don't you need?"

Huo Xing said in a deep voice: "No need to go back to my parents' house to borrow money."

"Oh, okay then." Miao Ying nodded, "But why did he suddenly say he wanted to divorce me?"

"I'll check."

Li Hongying's mood didn't seem to be affected. She and her grandmother were still making clothes together. Miao Ying remembered that she had to take a bath today, so she went to fetch water with Huo Xing.

Huo Xing had an injury on one of his shoulders, so the two of them carried the water together, but when they lifted it, Huo Xing still tilted a lot of the weight towards himself.

I first used the water I brought back to clean the bathtub, then filled half a bucket with water, and then poured the water into the water tank.

Lifting water is slow and requires several trips. By the time the water tank is full, Miao Ying is so tired that he collapses on the bed. This is the downside of time travel. His body is too weak. He looks like a man, so why is he so weak?

At night, Huo Xing boiled water for him and poured the hot water into the bathtub to mix the hot and cold water. Gradually, the room was filled with heat.

When the water temperature was right, Miao Ying couldn't wait to take off his clothes, climbed into the bathtub, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Miao Ying lay on the edge of the tub, feeling as if his soul was about to float up to the sky. It was so comfortable. It turned out that taking a bath was so comfortable. No wonder rich people nowadays like to go to hot spring resorts.

After soaking for a while, he realized that he hadn't brought anything with him, so he shouted at the top of his voice: "Huo Xing!"

Huo Xing seemed to have been guarding outside the door the entire time. Hearing this, he stood up. The moonlight cast his shadow on the window, making him look very tall. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't take anything," Miao Ying said. "Just a handkerchief and some soap."

Huo Xing didn't know what soap was, so he found the things that Bai Tianmiao used.

He handed the things to Miao Ying with his eyes closed and was about to go out, but Miao Ying quickly stopped him: "Don't go yet, help me rub my back, I can't get my hands around it."

He felt that the mud on his body was about to pile up into a mountain. Huo Xing's hands were strong, so the effect of scrubbing him would definitely be better than his own.

Huo Xing's expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, became somewhat vivid: "Me? To rub your back?"

"Hurry up, hurry up." Miao Ying lay on the edge of the bathtub, ready to be scrubbed.

Huo Xing stood there for a long time, as if he had made a great decision, before he picked up Miao Ying's handkerchief and walked to the bathtub. The water was obviously of a suitable temperature, but he felt it was so hot that he couldn't even hold the handkerchief steadily.

Miao Ying was still urging: "Hurry, hurry, hurry."

Huo Xing took a deep breath, looked at his calloused palms, then looked at Miao Ying's back, and carefully used his hands to wipe his back. He didn't use much strength for fear of scratching Miao Ying's delicate back.

To Miao Ying, this little bit of force was like a kitten stepping on milk. He turned his head and looked at Huo Xing: "Are you not full? Try harder."

Huo Xing used a little more strength, and Miao Ying closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying the bathing service that he had never enjoyed in his previous life. He almost hummed with pleasure.

Hearing Miao Ying's fragmented voice coming out of his lips, Huo Xing paused and said with some difficulty: "Can you be quiet?"

Miao Ying looked at him in disbelief: "When have I ever been quiet? Oh, really, I asked you to do something but you kept refusing. I don't need you, I can wash it myself."

Huo Xing seemed to be finally relieved. He put down his handkerchief and fled in panic. Even his steps were more flustered than before. Miao Ying muttered a few words and started to take a bath.

After taking a refreshing shower and getting out of the bathtub, Miao Ying ran to the bed shivering and covered himself with his newly dried quilt, feeling that his whole life was satisfied.

I was just troubled by the huge bathtub in the room. Taking a bath feels good for a while, but carrying the tub will lead to the crematorium.

He put on his inner clothes in bed, and when he got out of bed, Huo Xing pushed the door open with a questioning look in his eyes.

"We have to put the bucket away." Miao Ying shuddered and tried to move the bucket.

"I'll do it." Huo Xing pushed his shoulders and pushed him back to the bed. "You rest."

During the movement, Miao Ying touched Huo Xing's arm and felt the biting coldness on his shirt. He must have been standing in the cold wind for a long time. Miao Ying asked, "Where have you been?"

Huo Xing didn't say anything and started moving the buckets.

Miao Ying quickly stopped him: "Your hand injury hasn't healed yet, don't use too much force." Then he saw a layer of mud rubbed off his body floating in the bucket, and he felt a rare sense of embarrassment.

Huo Xing also felt a little overwhelmed. In the past, it was no problem for him to carry a bucket full of water, but today it was really not possible. So under Miao Ying's watchful eye, he carried out water bucket by bucket, and sweated all night.

Seeing how much Miao Ying cherished the quilt, and remembering how sweaty he was, he took a shower with cold water in the yard under the moonlight, and then returned to the room feeling cold.

Miao Ying was wearing a new middle-aged coat and wrapped in a thick quilt, swaying left and right on the bed.

There were two quilts on the bed. Miao Ying covered himself with his new mattress, while Huo Xing consciously covered himself with the old quilt.

Miao Ying was puzzled: "Why do we have to separate the quilts? I want to use the old one as a windproof quilt."

Huo Xing raised his hand, and Miao Ying covered them with his own quilt, and then pressed the old quilt on top of the new one.

The feeling of the heavy quilt pressing on his body made Miao Ying feel very safe. As usual, he stretched his feet under Huo Xing's legs and had the best sleep he had since he came here.