Ye Qingshui did not fall asleep quickly. She leaned her head on the pillow. A few rays of moonlight leaked through the window. She listened to the faint breathing sounds beside her ears and had a trance-like illusion.
As if you can reach out and touch it. This kind of quietness in the middle of the night gives people a sense of solidity and warmth.
At around four in the morning, when Ye Qingshui woke up, she found Xie Tingyu had fallen asleep with his arms around her feet.
Ye Qingshui silently stretched out his feet, tiptoed to put on his clothes, got up and went to the woodshed.
Early in the morning, Xie Tingyu was awakened by a series of banging sounds.
He saw Ye Qingshui burying her head in planing a wooden board. There were a few strands of curly sawdust on her casually tied hair. Her movements were clumsy but methodical.
The Ye family is building a new house, and it is very convenient to pick up some unwanted wood.
Xie Tingyu was stunned when he saw this scene. He asked, "Shui'er, what are you doing?"
Ye Qingshui replied without even looking up: "I'll make a bed for you."
Xie Tingyu felt depressed for a moment.
He squatted down beside Ye Qingshui, got close to her, and saw that she was not wearing a cotton coat. Her neck, as white as jade, was exposed from the sweetheart neckline. When the wind blew, a thin layer of sweat dripped slowly from her forehead.
Xie Tingyu said, "Shui'er, put the wood aside, I will do it myself."
After hearing this, Ye Qingshui put down the half-sawed wood and handed them all to Xie Tingyu.
…
In early winter, after a snowfall, the Du family finally agreed to let Du Xiaohe marry into the Ye family.
It turned out that the eldest son of the Du family thought about it and decided that since the girl had decided to marry into the Ye family, staying at home for one more day would waste one more day's food, so it would be better to marry her off earlier to save trouble.
However, the Ye family's new house has not been completed yet, and it is really not decent to marry their daughter to the Ye family at such an awkward time.
So Ye Qingshui gave up his house.
The two largest rooms in the house are where Ye Qingshui's parents live, and one belongs to Uncle Ye. However, when Uncle Ye joined the army, he exchanged rooms with his niece.
Ye's mother wanted to give up her room, but her husband died young, and it would not sound good to give up this room as a new home.
Ye's mother was still worried that her son-in-law might have some complaints, and was about to persuade her daughter to forget about it. How could she let her son-in-law, a sophisticated city dweller, live in such a shabby house?
Unexpectedly, after hearing Shui Ya's decision, Xie Tingyu not only had no objection, but also responded very actively.
His heart leaped with joy when he heard the news. A small room, didn’t it mean that he wouldn’t have to sleep on a wooden bed?
He said to Uncle Ye sincerely, "Originally, this room was given to Shui'er by Uncle Ye. It has been enough for us to live here for a long time. Now it is important for Uncle Ye to get married."
The tone was so sincere that it deeply moved Uncle Ye, a grown man.
Uncle Ye has now completely changed his impression of Xie Tingyu. Although this niece's husband is a bit of a loser and knows nothing about housework, he has a good temper, is reasonable, and is an intellectual. Shui Ya was not wrong about him.
After Xie Tingyu finished speaking, he returned to the house with a smile on his face. He enthusiastically dismantled his newly made simple bed and threw it into the woodshed to burn as firewood.
When moving house, Xie Tingyu took on the heavy work of moving, while Ye Qingshui tidied the room. The couple worked together and soon made the new room tidy.
While Xie Tingyu was moving things, he was humming a little tune, and people passing by him could feel his joy.
Ye Qingshui was a little puzzled at first, and thought he was really enthusiastic. Later, when he was packing up, he figured it out.
Could it be what she thought?
Xie Tingyu had a lot of trivial things, and when he put all the items in the new house, the space suddenly became cramped.
There was little point in putting up a wooden bed in a room that was only a few feet wide and could only accommodate two people. With a roll, Xie Tingyu, who had long legs, could roll onto Ye Qingshui's bed.
Xie Tingyu wiped the sweat off his forehead, with a faint smile on his face.
Ye Qingshui also thought of this question, and an incredible feeling arose in his heart.
This feeling manifested itself in that her face suddenly turned red.
Ye Qingshui didn't consider this issue when he gave up the room to his uncle. Now that he thinks about it, it's not easy to go back and ask for the room back.
At night, the cold wind howled outside the window, whistling the thin window paper.
Ye Qingshui filled a basin with water for washing feet, took off his socks and put his feet in the water.
This was originally a very normal action, but it became awkward because of the additional gaze.
Xie Tingyu stared at his feet soaked in the water with burning eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.
The temperature was extremely low in winter, and a thin mist lingered in the basin. The girl's white feet were submerged in the water, and the mist was hazy, like a piece of white bamboo shoot, delicate and white. The difference between women's feet and men's feet is too big.
This reminded Xie Tingyu of a poem: "Six inches of skin, round and smooth, white silk embroidered with red lining."
Her feet, which stepped through the paddy fields, were unexpectedly small and round. In the quiet night, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of her stirring the hot water.
Ye Qingshui didn't think the size of the house made any difference before, but this house suddenly shrank to one-third of its original size, and she and Xie Tingyu were no longer able to see each other. She raised her head and saw that his eyelids were lowered, and his eyes were fixed on her feet.
Ye Qingshui's face turned red, and she lost all interest in washing her feet. She hurriedly lifted her feet to wipe the water off, then quickly took the foot washing water and poured it out the door.
Xie Tingyu's mind was filled with Ye Qingshui lifting her feet. Her fair toes were covered with water droplets and turned pink by the hot water. She looked unexpectedly cute.
His feet looked like this because he covered them all night.
Xie Tingyu suddenly felt hot all over, and his nose was a little itchy. He couldn't help but lower his head to wipe his nose, and then covered it. His face was slightly dark, and he hurried out the door, just in time to bump into Ye Qingshui who had just returned from pouring water for washing feet.
Xie Tingyu casually said to Ye Qingshui:
"I'm going to take a shower."
Ye Qingshui was almost bumped into by Xie Tingyu who was rushing out of the door.
She couldn't help but curse Xie Tingyu in her heart.
Xie Tingyu came back after a long time.
He opened the door, and a gust of cold wind blew in. He took off his heavy cotton coat, revealing a light grey cotton warm coat. He wiped his freshly washed hair with a towel and dried it by the stove before going to bed.
It was still early, and both of them were very clear-headed, completely different from the dazed and unprepared state they were in last night. Xie Tingyu's handsome face flushed slightly.
He lowered his head and rubbed his hair intermittently, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to pull his hair out.
Ye Qingshui didn't have any special emotions at first, but was inevitably infected by Xie Tingyu.
She suddenly felt very embarrassed.
Under the dim light, the regular breathing sound became clearer and clearer, and even the moment when it was hurried or slow could be heard clearly.
There is an inexplicable feeling surging between mature men and women.
As usual, Ye Qingshui took off his cotton coat and sweater and got into bed, and even tossing and turning uncomfortably less frequently.
Her palms began to sweat unconsciously and her whole body was tense. In less than half an hour, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She said vaguely: "How long do you want to read?"
"How about...how about we blow out the lights?"
Ye Qingshui saw his shadow under the lamp. After taking a bath, he exuded a fresh scent of bath beans, mixed with a bit of masculine breath. The faint light shone on his face, making his eyebrows and eyes look like stars, especially bright. The slightly damp hair on his forehead was short, refreshing and neat.
Ye Qingshui suddenly felt irritated.
There seems to be a hidden force in my heart waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. It is like a seed that has grown in a dark and damp place for too long, faintly longing for sunlight and to break out of the soil.
Xie Tingyu responded casually, saying, "I'll blow out the lamp when my hair is dry."
Then--
Ye Qingshui heard the sound of him casually undressing, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. He had already taken off the extra clothes when he entered the room, why did he take them off again!
When he took off his pants, she, who had been pretending to be dead, finally couldn't help but squeak:
"Um, Brother Yu..."
"Don't take off your pants when you sleep."
When Xie Tingyu heard her nervous and soft voice, his heart softened and he smiled involuntarily.
"Who sleeps without taking off their pants?"
Ye Qingshui in the bed wanted to hit him in the face with a pillow.
He saw her face, which was flushed with shame and looked extremely cute.
"Xie Tingyu, don't act like a hooligan." She said unbearably.
He finally stopped teasing her.
"Okay, listen to Shui'er."
He blew out the light and lay down. He heard the breathing in his ears sounded shy and nervous.
He lay there for an hour, his heart pounding rapidly for an hour.
This is a kind of green and sweet torment.
Xie Tingyu didn't dare to move, sweat seeping out of his fingertips, "Shui'er, why don't you even turn over? Are you so nervous?"
He laughed softly, "Don't you think it's weird for us to do this—"
His dark eyes stared at her quietly, and the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became dry and ambiguous.
In the darkness, his breathing gradually came closer and closer, and the sweet fragrance he smelled in his nostrils was so beautiful that it seemed like a dream.
Ye Qingshui turned his face to the other side and closed his eyes tighter.
Her toes shrank unconsciously, a little nervous. Although it was winter, she could still feel the warm heat source beside her and the pressure he brought. Until she felt her whole body was sore and her heart was in turmoil.
When Xie Tingyu thought he could have a kiss with her——
The person next to her suddenly got out of bed, and she struck a match and lit the lamp.
Eyes that were used to darkness were burned by the bright dim light and their eyelids twitched. Sweat flowed down Xie Tingyu's forehead, and his short hair stuck to his forehead, making him look indescribably sexy.
She saw that Xie Tingyu's eyes were like the night sky, with starry eyes and sword-like brows, and a mass of black tangled in his pupils, as thick as ink.
Xie Tingyu stared at her for a long time, and then she reached out with her long arms and unexpectedly picked out a few empty bowls from under the bed. She carefully separated the two tangled quilts and placed the empty bowls in the middle.
Xie Tingyu heard a heartbreaking voice.
The little girl tried to remain calm and said in a hoarse but still sweet voice:
"This is a river that separates Chu and Han. You can't cross it. If I find it missing—"
"You will continue to sleep on the floor tomorrow."
Xie Tingyu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down on him just as he was in high spirits. He pursed his lips and stared at her in silence for a long time.
The more I look at it, the more incredible it seems.
The wet girl who would rush up and pull down his pants half a year ago is gone, and now she has become this cruel woman who can use a bowl to mark the boundary in a serious manner when she is in a good mood.
Ye Qingshui clasped his arms together, his dark eyes revealing an unyielding light.
After a while...
She heard Xie Tingyu say in a rough voice: "Okay, okay, don't be afraid of me."
"Go to sleep. I promise to be a good boy and not cross the line."
"You sleep well."
Xie Tingyu leaned over, loosened her quilt, and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief, his movements were gentle, as if he was treating a treasure.
He leaned down, his dark eyes in the quiet eyes, undercurrents surged, extremely hot. The moment their eyes met, Ye Qingshui couldn't help but turn his head away.
Xie Tingyu smiled faintly and resisted the urge to kiss her.
After wiping her sweat, he went to bed properly.
The next day, Ye Qingshui woke up and found that the quilt on his other side was flat, without even a mark, and the bowl in the middle was not overturned. Xie Tingyu, who was sleeping outside, had a standard posture and slept peacefully.
The cool moonlight fell on his fair face, and his delicate features lost the calmness of the day. His quiet and relaxed look added a touch of youth. His eyebrows and eyes were so delicate and handsome that they looked like they were painted on.
He kept his promise.
Ye Qingshui tiptoed to put on his clothes and climbed out of bed.
…
In the dead of winter, when it was time to hand in the year-end task, Ye Qingshui took the pigs he raised to be weighed.
She has been raising pigs scientifically according to the pig-raising secrets given by Liu Yiliang.
As a result, each pig raised by Ye Qingshui weighed more than 200 kilograms, becoming a popular pig farmer in the brigade, and even won the second place by 30 kilograms. The part of each pig that exceeded 200 kilograms was given as an additional reward to the pig farmer.
The three heads together weigh almost twenty pounds, plus the ten pounds of pork that each household can share, a total of thirty pounds of pork.
This made Grandma Ye so happy that she almost went crazy. Even if she could only spare ten kilograms from the thirty kilograms of pork, it would be enough for a decent banquet.
Ye Qingshui exchanged five pounds of pork for pig offal that no one wanted. One pack of pig offal weighed about ten pounds, and she exchanged three packs for fatty pork belly.
She kept ten pounds of pork to make bacon and sausage, and the remaining ten pounds were used for her uncle's banquet.
Grandma Ye complained about her granddaughter wasting pork. She poked her granddaughter's forehead and lamented:
"Shui Ya, you are really wasting food."
Pork offal costs less than ten cents per pound, but pork costs eighty cents.
Xie Tingyu, who was standing nearby, subconsciously stretched out the back of his hand to block Grandma Ye's rough nails.
Grandma Ye poked her grandson-in-law hard, and her face darkened.
Are these two going to rebel? Can’t she even teach her granddaughter a lesson?
Ye Qingshui opened his eyes wide, feeling a little uncomfortable with Xie Tingyu's care.
Xie Tingyu responded, opened his mouth, and explained: "It's good to exchange five catties for thirty catties..."
Ye Qingshui said to the old lady with a smile: "We take advantage of everything, and others feel uncomfortable, right? Grandma, we fools have our own luck."
"Pig offal is delicious, grandma, don't underestimate it. I'll cook a meal for you later, I guarantee you'll drool over it. Uncle, go and ask the new aunt to come for lunch. Brother Yu, ask Yiliang to come for dinner."
She quickly processed the three sets of pig offal she had taken, washing them repeatedly with salt, vinegar, and ginger, pickling two sets for later use, and cutting one set into small pieces according to the categories.
The big pot in the woodroom was simmering the old broth made from large pork ribs that had been hanging all night. The broth was milky white and rich.
Ye Qingshui threw the seasoning packet wrapped in gauze into the soup. The seasoning packet was carefully prepared with more than 30 kinds of seasonings including pepper, fennel, white pepper, orange peel, angelica, etc.
On the other side, she was cutting dried peppers, mixing them with sesame seeds, dried ginger and five-spice powder and soybean oil. The fried red oil was bright red and shiny, with a strong aroma.
Add the red oil into the soup and scoop it with a spoon. The soup will be bright in color and mellow in flavor.
At noon, Ye Qingshui built a small stove with bricks, moved the pot to the yard, and invited everyone to eat.
When Ye Ma saw the shiny red pot, her tongue couldn't help but drool. She quickly set the table and scooped up the rice.
After everyone had finished eating, Ye Qingshui gently held the soup spoon and skimmed off the foam on the soup. The bright red and delicious soup was filled with rich and tempting food.
In addition to the five members of the Ye family, Du Xiaohe, Liu Yilian and Zhou Tingting were also invited to eat the "pig-killing dinner".
People outside were laughing at Ye Qingshui's stupidity and wasting so much time raising pigs, but when they smelled the piercing fragrance, their mouths watered.
"Hurry up and get started. What are you looking at? Are you stunned?" Ye Qingshui shouted.
Uncle Ye then patted his head and picked up a piece of pig's blood to eat. The pig's blood had absorbed the rich soup and had a soft and smooth texture. It broke into pieces with a light touch between the teeth, and a stream of hot and spicy soup gushed out of it. Uncle Ye felt refreshed after eating it.
Du Xiaohe smiled shyly and carefully picked up a piece of rice noodle sausage to eat. In her opinion, this was a meal at her fiancé's house, so she didn't dare to eat the good food, so she picked up the intestines that others didn't want. But as soon as the rice noodle sausage entered her mouth and she chewed it, a fragrant taste flowed between her teeth, and the more she chewed, the more fragrant it became. It was crispy, tender and smooth, and the taste was surprisingly delicious. Before she could swallow a piece, she quickly picked up another piece with her chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth.
Zhou Tingting and Liu Yiliang were almost dumbfounded. Is this the smelly pig offal they knew? It smelled so good that they wanted to swallow their tongues. It was hot and spicy, and the meat was tender and smooth. If it was a little more, it would be overcooked, and if it was a little less, it would be raw. It was cooked to the perfect freshness.
It was delicious. Zhou Tingting almost cried because of the spiciness. She enjoyed the meal very much. It seemed that all the grievances from the hard work for a whole year were smoothed out by this delicious meal.
Liu Yiliang ate and drank heartily. He felt that he must follow his sister-in-law closely in the future. Only by doing so could he enjoy the best food.
At this time, Grandma Ye and Mom Ye had completely forgotten the waste of exchanging pork for offal. They wiped the oil off their mouths and ate happily!
Xie Tingyu was drinking. He looked at Ye Qingshui's curved eyes and felt very satisfied.
The author has something to say:
Brother Yu: This woman is a devil
Pingshengjun: “…”
The readers who were very interested: "..."
Brother Yu, the flags that were planted at the beginning must be returned one by one/crying and laughing
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