Listening to the villagers' chatter and seeing Lu Shiyan's indifferent expression, as if he hadn't seen Jiang Tangtang bullying her at all, Fang Peiru felt both angry and annoyed.
She was so focused on winning back her cousin's heart and making him see her good qualities again that she forgot they were on a famine relief mission. Her actions were indeed too obvious.
But at the same time, boundless hope rose in her heart.
My cousin let Jiang make things difficult for her with a cold expression, probably because he was still angry with her.
He was angry that she hesitated between him and Ah Jun, not choosing him immediately. He believed that once his anger subsided, he would definitely divorce Jiang and marry her.
But what do we do now?
Just as Fang Peiru was on the verge of tears, Lu Cuihua walked over. "What nonsense are you all spouting? My daughter's clothes were torn, so she just changed them. It's just a change of clothes, why are you making such a filthy fuss about it? Aren't you going to change your own clothes?"
As she spoke, she looked at Jiang Tangtang and said, "Ms. Jiang, I have to criticize you for this. Your cousin came to help out of kindness, but you maliciously speculated about her intentions. Aren't you being too petty? You can't do that!"
"I don't accept your criticism. Whether it's malicious speculation or not, everyone knows the answer in their own hearts. As for whether you're here to help or just to freeload, you all know best."
It's ridiculous. She didn't grow up eating her family's rice, so what right does she have to criticize her? How dare she!
Lu Cuihua was furious. She hadn't expected Jiang Tangtang to become so difficult to deal with after not seeing her for a while.
"Of course we're here to help!" Fang Peiru said through gritted teeth. "Don't worry, we won't eat a bite of your sister's meat or drink a drop of your soup. We'll leave as soon as we finish our work."
Lu Cuihua smelled the fragrance in the air and wished she could devour Jiang Tangtang alive.
That bitch actually used words to coerce her daughter.
Her daughter is foolish; they're on the road fleeing famine. What's the point of making such a vow? At this time, trying to maintain pride and save face only leads to starvation.
Jiang Tangtang's face lit up with surprise. "Really? Could you go and cut some grass to feed the cows?"
Fang Peiru, of course, didn't want to. She wanted to impress her cousin Yan, hoping he would change his mind, divorce that wicked woman Jiang, and marry her again. Who wants to help cut the lawn?!
But it wouldn't be good to go back on your word so easily after making such a solemn promise.
My cousin will definitely not want her to go mow the lawn.
She looked at Lu Shiyan pitifully, her voice plaintive as she said, "Cousin..."
Lu Shiyan finally raised his head, glanced at Fang Peiru, and said indifferently, "Then I'll have to trouble you, cousin."
When she met his gaze, Fang Peiru was completely stunned.
Is this really my cousin Yan?
Why do I look at her like she's a stranger?
It must be that vixen Jiang who spoke ill of her to him. Fang Peiru glared at Jiang Tangtang hatefully.
Seeing that Jiang Tangtang hadn't noticed her at all and was watching Lu Shiyan with great interest, she suddenly felt as if a stone was pressing on her heart.
She fought back her tears, turned and ran away.
Jiang Tangtang was quite satisfied with this immortal lord who had transmigrated from the Ninth Heaven. Not only was he handsome, but his personality also suited her taste.
Why doesn't she try harder and win over this immortal lord?
Seeing Jiang Tangtang's drooling expression, Lu Shiyan took out a bowl, poured a bowl of water, and handed it to her.
Jiang Tangtang was a little surprised, "It's already stewed?"
"Not yet, but you can have a bowl of soup first," Lu Shiyan said.
Jiang Tangtang then realized that they were currently fleeing famine and could not cook slowly like usual.
She held the bowl to drink, but then remembered how hard this family had worked for most of the hour, using countless bamboos to fetch water and boil the soup. So she changed her hand and brought the soup to Lu Shiyan's lips, sweetly saying, "Husband, drink first."
"I'm not thirsty, you can drink it." Lu Shiyan's expression remained indifferent.
"Sister-in-law, I'm really thirsty. If you're not thirsty, why don't you give me some to drink first?" Luo Taohua, who had been watching them closely, seized the opportunity to say.
"Who said I wasn't thirsty? I was just feeling sorry for my husband working so hard, so I endured my thirst and gave him the soup first." Jiang Tangtang said these mushy words without batting an eye, and then downed half a bowl of soup.
Pigeon soup stewed with bamboo sap has a subtle bamboo aroma, and it tastes quite good even without salt or spices.
Seeing that Luo Taohua was still staring at the soup in her hand, Jiang Tangtang turned around and fed the remaining half bowl to Lu Chenyan.
Seeing that the bowl of meat soup was gone in the blink of an eye, Luo Taohua was furious. Her eyes practically burned holes into Jiang Tangtang.
Like Luo Taohua, many people were eyeing the soup that the Lu family was stewing.
But when they saw Lu Shiyan sitting to the side, and imagined how easily he could cut bamboo as if it were tofu, they gave up their ideas.
They're not people they can mess with.
Don't let the turtledove not get to eat, and end up having its head cut off like tofu.
One turtledove yields very little, and the amount of bamboo sap that can be obtained is also limited. Apart from the small bowl that Jiang Tangtang and Lu Chenyan initially shared, all the bamboo sap and turtledove stewed together in the end only amounted to a small half-pot.
After Lu Shiyan finished cooking the soup, he handed it to Jiang Tangtang, straightened his clothes, and stood up.
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Tangtang asked quickly when she saw him heading into the mountains.
"Go cut the grass!" Although Lu Shiyan hadn't been in the mortal realm for long, he had quickly adapted to life there.
“But…” Jiang Tangtang looked at the naked gazes around her and felt that as soon as Lu Shiyan left, these people would pounce on her.
“Husband, you haven’t had any soup yet, and you haven’t fully recovered. I’ll take care of this.”
Lu Shiyan sat back down with a hint of helplessness. "Then I'll wait for you to eat before I leave."
Jiang Tangtang, having been seen through by him, did not feel embarrassed and unceremoniously served him a bowl of pigeon soup.
A skinny turtledove, plucked, had hardly any meat left to eat.
In her past life, Jiang Tangtang probably wouldn't have given it a second glance. But here, this pot of pigeon soup is the object of countless people's envy.
It was as if she were eating the finest delicacies.
Jiang Tangtang felt immense pressure and handed the food to Lu Shiyan, saying, "Husband, you should eat too."
Lu Shiyan had been fasting for many years and had no appetite. But now that he had a different body, his body wouldn't allow him to go without food and water.
He took the bowl somewhat awkwardly, ate only a few bites, and after barely managing to maintain his bodily functions, he returned the bowl to Jiang Tangtang.
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