Liu Xiaolan snorted coldly, "What are you talking about? The girl doesn't like you at all. Even if you want to marry her, she won't marry an old man like you.

Just stay single for the rest of your life, I don’t care about you.”

The topic of blind dates ended here and no one mentioned it again.

There is no affinity between the two people, which can only mean that they are not destined to be together.

When they returned to the village, everyone went back to their homes.

Xu Mo took Shen Jiaojiao into the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with a rich aroma.

There was a glow of fire from the stove over there, and the clay pot on top was emitting steam.

The fragrance in the air comes from the clay pot.

"Is it stewed chicken? It smells so good!"

Shen Jiaojiao twitched her small nose and asked.

"I stewed the chicken when I went out this afternoon, and now we can have chicken soup.

Please sit down and I will serve you a bowl of chicken soup."

Xu Mo opened the lid of the pottery jar, and a stronger aroma of meat wafted out.

The chicken soup is orange yellow with wolfberries and dates floating on top, the contrast of colors looks very beautiful.

Xu Mo filled half a bowl, blew on it until it cooled down a little, and then gave it to Shen Jiaojiao to drink.

“Is it delicious?”

Shen Jiaojiao savored the delicious chicken soup in her mouth and gave a satisfied smile.

"It's delicious. Your cooking skills are getting better and better. Even if I don't have space, I won't starve to death."

A smile appeared on Xu Mo's cold and handsome face. He gently touched Shen Jiaojiao's hand and said with a smile, "With your husband here, you won't be hungry."

Shen Jiaojiao raised her eyelids and met the man's deep gaze.

The man raised his hand and wiped the corner of her mouth, saying, "Stupid, there's oil stain on the corner of your mouth."

Caught off guard, Shen Jiaojiao suddenly became shy.

This feeling is quite novel.

They are an old married couple, yet they still feel excited and embarrassed by such a gentle gesture.

Shen Jiaojiao retracted her gaze, smiled and took a sip of the warm chicken soup, and felt that the chicken soup tasted even better.

She suddenly put down the bowl, stood up and walked to the stove, took a bowl and filled it with half a bowl of chicken soup, which also contained a chicken drumstick.

She placed the bowl of chicken soup in front of Xu Mo, "I've served it to you, drink it too."

Shen Jiaojiao smiled and said, "I can't just ask you to take care of everything and do nothing.

We agreed that I would come back to repay you in this life, and I will also take care of you!"

They had just returned from having dinner at his uncle's house, so Xu Mo originally had no intention of eating again.

But he still had to drink the chicken soup that his wife personally served him.

Xu Mo thought for a moment and said meaningfully, "If you want to do it, I have something else to trouble you with later."

The man said, smiling and taking a sip of chicken soup.

Shen Jiaojiao blinked her eyes and suddenly said embarrassedly, "If we do this now, will it affect the baby?"

Xu Mo suddenly chuckled, and the look in Shen Jiaojiao's eyes became even more meaningful.

Shen Jiaojiao didn't understand what this guy was doing.

Suddenly, a chicken leg blocked his mouth.

Xu Mo held the chicken leg and said, "Take a bite, and then we can go to sleep."

All right.

Shen Jiaojiao took a small bite of the chicken.

After they finished eating, they washed up and went to bed.

Shen Jiaojiao was sleeping on her side in bed. As soon as she lay down, Xu Mo leaned over.

The man's aura completely enveloped the petite person.

The warm lips kissed skillfully.

After a long while, the girl pushed the man away with disordered breathing.

"What do you want?"

"Wife, help me."

Shen Jiaojiao felt numb all over.

Blushed face.

She cursed in a low voice, "Not serious."

But she still reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Xu Mo hurried to stop it.

Laughed softly.

The laughter went from being suppressed at first to being uncontrollable.

"Haha...wife, what are you thinking about?"

As the man spoke, he rested his head on the girl's legs.

He said, "Wife, please help me clean my ears."

Shen Jiaojiao: "..." So it was to pick the ears! Depressed.

He just took it out, kissed it and flirted with it, and she thought she was having an orgasm.

She hit the man's shoulder angrily.

"Dog man."

Xu Mo was even more brazen. He touched the girl's flat belly and coaxed her, "Wife, let's be patient. The baby is still small and very dangerous. I will compensate you when it grows up, okay?"

Shen Jiaojiao was so angry that she laughed.

"Am I such a scoundrel that I can't wait even a day?"

Xu Mo nodded innocently, "Yes."

Shen Jiaojiao: “…” She was speechless.

"Don't talk, or I won't clean your ears."

Xu Mo knew that his young wife was upset by what she said, so he quickly tried to help her, "Me too."

Shen Jiaojiao rolled her eyes speechlessly.

But I was still amused by what he said.

It's a good thing I said this in my daughter's room, otherwise it would have become a joke if someone heard it.

"How can I help you clean your ears if you don't give me an ear spoon?"

Xu Mo lifted a strand of the girl's hair and gestured to her.

"Just use your hair. It's very comfortable."

Picking ears with hair? This was the first time Shen Jiaojiao heard of it.

But I tried it anyway.

Xu Mo's ears are very clean. He should be enjoying the comfort of cleaning his ears with his hair, and he doesn't really want to clean his ears!

Sure enough, after Shen Jiaojiao had been doing it for a while, the man fell into a deep sleep.

It's late at night.

The air seemed to still be filled with the aroma of chicken.

The fragrance gradually spread in the air with the wind and drifted to the cowshed.

It started snowing again in the middle of the night.

The temperature suddenly became colder.

Fang Xuedong huddled in the corner, shivering.

She was covered with straw to keep herself warm.

But she didn't feel warmer with straw. On the contrary, it made her colder.

Hungry and cold, she even doubted whether she could survive the winter.

Originally, there would be food distribution in the village in November, but all the work points she had earned before had been exchanged for money by Fang's mother, so when the food was distributed, she did not get a single grain of rice.

It was freezing cold and she was really starving to death.

The air seemed to be filled with the aroma of chicken.

Fang Xue took deep breaths, hoping to satisfy her sexual cravings.

Fang Qinghe, who was sleeping on the ground, also smelled the scent of chicken.

He was so weak that he suddenly burst into sad tears.

The cry was very soft, as if the person was about to die.

He probably won't survive this winter.

The next day.

The snow stopped.

Xu Ping'an's full-month banquet was very lively.

Most of the people in the village came.

There were ten tables in the yard, all of which were full.

Liu Xiaolan, Li Ermei and some aunties from the village were helping with cooking in the kitchen.

The men of the Xu family were busy toasting and entertaining the guests.

Shen Jiaojiao was watching Ping An in the room.

It's bustling outside.

The men were drinking and playing rock-paper-scissors, having a great time.

Shen Jiaojiao lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside.

I saw several familiar figures in the crowd.

There are Chen Guangkun, Zhao Haitang, and Ergou’s grandmother.

I just don’t see Ergouzi.