Dinner was ready quickly.
Twice-cooked pork stir-fried with bamboo shoots, cabbage and tofu soup, and white flour cornbread.
The pancakes were soft and slightly sweet. Feng Mingshu asked in surprise, "Did you put a lot of flour and sugar in them?"
Zhou Jinshan replied, "The ratio of cornmeal to wheat flour is three to one. The softness of the pancake depends mainly on fermentation. Sugar also has a fermentation effect, but only a little was added."
Feng Mingshu, who always manages to make unleavened flatbread: "..."
“If there are any closed training sessions in the future, I will steam some pancakes and steamed buns in advance and keep them at home,” Zhou Jinshan said.
"No need, I can do it myself." Feng Mingshu refused to admit defeat and planned to learn from others later.
The little girl's thoughts were written all over her face. Zhou Jinshan's eyes gleamed with a smile as he picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and put it in her bowl: "Eat first. If you want to learn, I'll teach you later."
Feng Mingshu: "..."
After finishing her meal, Zhou Qingshan wouldn't let her touch the dishes, so she went to the sewing machine room and picked up the shirt that was only half-finished.
The half of the garment had been sitting there for a few days. Now, I picked it up again, recalled a certain man's size, placed it on the sewing machine table, threaded the needle, and stepped on the pedal.
The tapping sound, with a certain rhythm, was like leaping musical notes. Feng Mingshu was so engrossed in it that he didn't notice that there was someone behind him.
As she finished sewing the last edge, she stopped the machine, cut the thread, and suddenly felt a pair of hands land on her shoulders. Startled, she turned around and asked, "When did you get here?"
Zhou Jinshan looked down at his wife, whose face looked tired: "You just arrived, are you tired? Let me massage your shoulders."
As he spoke, he applied force with his hand, and Feng Mingshu immediately cried out.
"Was I too rough? Then I'll be gentler." The man's voice was magnetic, and his warm breath brushed against her delicate ear.
Feng Mingshu quickly grabbed the man's hand: "Stop pressing, it has nothing to do with the pressure, it's just that I'm not used to it."
"Ming Shu, you have to get used to me." Zhou Jinshan said with a double meaning, and then held her hand and gently massaged it.
Her neck, which had just been touched by the man, was now bright red, and the redness spread to her cheeks. Feng Mingshu pulled her hand away and said, "This dress isn't finished yet. I need to sew on the buttons."
"Mingshu, are these clothes made for me? I'm not in a hurry to wear them. It's getting late, let's go back to our room and go to sleep." Zhou Jinshan's eyes seemed to hold a spark.
"I...I'm not clean yet." Feng Mingshu almost bit her tongue.
The man laughed: "I'm not in such a hurry, I just want to hold you while I sleep."
After saying that, he picked her up in one swift motion.
With her feet off the ground, Feng Mingshu instinctively hugged the man's neck.
Beneath my palm, the man's tanned neck was hot and slightly damp.
The sewing machine room was right next to the bedroom, and somehow, she ended up being pinned down on the bed and kissed by a man.
From the center of her brow to the tip of her nose, and then to her lips, the initial gentle, spring-like warmth instantly transformed into a raging storm.
A sound escaped Feng Mingshu's lips, but the man did not let go. His burning hands gripped her waist, slowly slipping inside her clothes, touching her soft, white skin, and reaching the undulating peaks, igniting a flame.
Feng Mingshu trembled all over from the burning flames. She bit the man's tongue and hugged him with all her might, trying to stop his unruly hand with this intimate gesture.
Or perhaps it's for something else.
In short, she held the man tightly.
Her soft body pressed tightly against him, and Zhou Jinshan suddenly understood the meaning of the phrase "vibrant and fragrant." His body tensed, and his breathing became heavy, but he also knew that his little girl could not withstand his further probing.
"Ming Shu, don't be afraid, relax, I'll take my hand out." Zhou Jinshan said breathlessly, trying to comfort her in a low voice.
The young girl raised her flushed face and looked at him with moist almond-shaped eyes, unaware that the allure in her eyes and brows was driving the man to the brink of losing all reason.
Out of fear of frightening her, Zhou Jinshan tried his best to suppress his breathing. The girl finally felt relieved and released her hands from his waist.
Zhou Jinshan agreed and withdrew his hand, then got up and went to the bathroom.
Through the door, Feng Mingshu heard the sound of water. For some reason, she felt hot all over, but she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
After Zhou Jinshan finished tidying up, he looked at the carefree little girl sleeping soundly and felt both angry and loving. He lowered his head and kissed her until she was almost awake before letting go.
Feng Mingshu had another dream.
In my dream, there was a tiger and a man, yet the two seemed to be one.
She was caught, kissed, and her clothes were torn off. She was panicked, yet vaguely expectant, but she didn't know what she was expecting or what would happen next.
I felt a burning heat and confusion, unable to see clearly or understand it.
Before dawn, she woke up from the heat and found herself being held in a man's arms, with her head resting on his arm.
No wonder I had such an absurd dream.
Feng Mingshu's face turned completely red. She removed the man's arm from her waist and was about to leave his embrace when a voice sounded above her head.
"woke up?"
Startled, she looked up, and the man seized the opportunity to kiss her lips, then rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
This time, the man's hands did not act recklessly, but the strength and heat of his body in the early morning caused the girl to struggle and whimper.
Zhou Jinshan rolled over and placed the little girl on top of him again, panting and laughing, "Ming Shu, you're gentle, you're on top of me."
Tears welled up in Feng Mingshu's eyes as she angrily clenched her fist and pounded on the man's chest: "Who's trying to pin you down? Let go of me, I want to sleep!"
"You can lie on me to sleep... Don't cry, I'll put you down."
Zhou Jinshan quickly let go of her and turned to wipe her tears, but as he wiped them, he couldn't help but kiss her.
As they fooled around like this, it was already five o'clock. The morning light shone through the gap in the curtains, and Zhou Jinshan regretfully let go of the little girl who had been kissed until her face was red.
He got out of bed, dressed, fastened his belt, and kissed her forehead again before leaving the bedroom, coaxing her, "Ming Shu, sleep a little longer. I'll keep your breakfast warm on the stove."
He was pressed for time in the morning, so he prepared the ingredients the night before. While washing up, he heated up the pot, covered the coal stove before leaving, and opened the window a crack just in case.
Feng Mingshu went to the window, hid behind the curtains, and watched Zhou Jinshan ride his bicycle out of the yard. Only then did she cover her burning face, go downstairs, go to the kitchen, and open the steamer.
The steam rose and hit her face. She saw white steamed buns, steamed eggs, and a plate of sliced ham sausages inside.
The aroma kept wafting into her nose, and Feng Mingshu's stomach started growling.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that getting married might not be so bad.
That man was just too clingy in bed.
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