After having a satisfying meal at Sister Sheng's house, the couple went home.
Ruan Yunxi felt a strong smell of stewed rooster in an iron pot on her body. She sniffed her hair and frowned.
Gu Weizhou said, "I'll boil more hot water for you to wash your hair. You have a hairdryer, so you won't catch a cold if you wash your hair at night."
Ruan Yunxi nodded.
When Gu Weizhou boiled water, Ruan Yunxi sat with him at the stove. She would never have appeared in the kitchen before.
Besides, there's no need to burn firewood in Shanghai, and there's no smoke.
Ruan Yunxi asked, "Do you still need to burn firewood in winter?"
Gu Weizhou nodded: "In winter, we need to heat the kang (heated brick bed), and firewood is warmer. When we pay for it, we'll have the villagers prepare the firewood for us, and we'll say it's an exchange. As long as we don't say anything and they don't say anything either, there won't be a problem."
Ruan Yunxi raised an eyebrow: "You can do that?"
Looking at Ruan Yunxi, whose beautiful eyes were wide open and whose little expression was lively and cute, Gu Weizhou nodded with a smile. He moved his fingertips and couldn't help but stroke her face. Her delicate skin made him unable to resist withdrawing his hand and reaching his large hand along her face to behind her ear.
His gaze darkened, revealing an undisguised deep affection. He cradled Ruan Yunxi's round, beautiful head and couldn't help but lower his head to place a kiss on her full, red lips. He had only intended to give her a quick kiss.
Who knew her lips were so sweet and soft that once Gu Weizhou kissed them, he couldn't bear to part from them.
They didn't separate until their lips were swollen and red. Ruan Yunxi was breathing heavily, her red lips slightly parted, and her eyes were shimmering. Gu Weizhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and with a gasp from Ruan Yunxi, he easily lifted her off the low stool and strode towards the bedroom.
Ruan Yunxi instinctively hugged Gu Weizhou's neck, a smile playing on her lips: "I haven't washed my hair yet!"
Gu Weizhou's voice deepened a bit: "No rush, I'll wash and blow-dry your hair later."
With his guarantee, Ruan Yunxi's worries disappeared, and she could enjoy herself in peace.
At this moment, the night was dark and the starlight was faintly visible.
The flames in the earthen stove burned brighter and brighter, the dry wood blazing fiercely, burning intensely amidst the tranquil colors.
After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom door opened, and Gu Weizhou came out shirtless. His chest and back were scratched with nail marks, and his chest was bitten a few times, leaving it slightly red and swollen, but it didn't hurt or itch to him.
Gu Weizhou touched the water temperature; it wasn't very hot. They had taken too long. He could only add more firewood to heat the water, fill a bucket, and prepare a basin. He placed it on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) so his weak and powerless wife could sleep there.
Her little head rested in his palm, held up by his hand. He gently and meticulously washed her long, black, shiny hair with the hot water in the basin, using the shampoo she had brought from Shanghai. It had a pleasant, long-lasting fragrance, a scent he liked.
Ruan Yunxi lazily let Gu Weizhou wash her hair and wipe her body, and soon she felt much more refreshed.
He skillfully used the hairdryer, humming it for five or six minutes until her hair was about 70-80% dry. Then he turned it off and let her rest her head on the pillow to air dry her hair. He told her not to dry it too much, as it would be bad for her hair.
Seeing that Gu Weizhou was about to leave, Ruan Yunxi turned over and lay face down on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking charming and lovely: "I'm thirsty."
Gu Weizhou smiled: "Wait a moment, I'll get you some water."
Soon, Gu Weizhou diligently poured a glass of warm water and fed her a sip. Ruan Yunxi frowned and said, "It has no taste and doesn't taste good."
Gu Weizhou planned to add a little white sugar.
Ruan Yunxi said, "I want to eat some sour plum juice."
Gu Weizhou hesitated, "It seems we didn't buy any preserved plums at home."
Ruan Yunxi pouted unhappily: "My mouth tastes bland."
Gu Weizhou glanced outside. At 11 or 12 o'clock at night, even if there were supply and marketing cooperatives nearby, they wouldn't be open yet.
Besides, the base's logistics store probably doesn't have any preserved plums either.
Gu Weizhou hesitated, then said, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow."
Ruan Yunxi pointed to the third drawer of the low cabinet on the kang (a heated brick bed), and manipulated the space with her mind to put seven or eight jars of preserved plums inside.
When Gu Weizhou opened it, his eyes lit up: "When did my wife buy this?"
“It was sent by Granny Hua; she knows I love to eat them.” Ruan Yunxi raised her chin slightly. “I want to eat preserved plums.”
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