Deep-fried cornbread slices are very fragrant, but they can no longer be used as a staple food; they are just a snack.
Zhou Jinshan made two pancakes and cooked braised potatoes, eggplant, green peppers, and braised ribbonfish. Feng Mingshu, who was starving, ate until she was stuffed and could skip dinner.
After the meal, Zhou Jinshan habitually cleared the table, but Feng Mingshu stopped him: "You worked hard cooking, I'll do the dishes, and it'll also help you digest."
She cleaned up the dishes efficiently; although her cooking skills weren't great, she could still manage the washing and rinsing.
Zhou Jinshan leaned against the kitchen door and watched her busy herself. He watched as the strands of hair she had tucked behind her ears slipped down, and his fingers couldn't help but itch.
He didn't make things difficult for himself. He walked to her side, raised his hand and lifted a few strands of hair, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her fair and delicate earlobe.
Feng Mingshu's earlobes went numb, the numbness reaching her very heart. She turned her head and glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed: "Stop messing with me, go take your shower!"
"Together?"
Zhou Jinshan tried to probe with a smile, and sure enough, he was kicked. He had no choice but to carry the hot water bucket to the bathroom by himself.
To avoid being disliked, I lathered the soap again, and finally rinsed myself with a bucket, the water flowing over my waist and abdomen, creating a jet of water.
He glanced at it, then took a towel to wipe the water stream dry and quickly changed into clean clothes.
But when he came out of the bathroom, he found that Feng Mingshu was not there. There was a note in the living room saying that she had gone to work at the tailor shop.
Zhou Jinshan: "..."
Feng Mingshu fled her home and caught a bus to the tailor shop.
The senior students were somewhat surprised by her arrival, but they were even happier to have someone else to help with the work.
With the change of seasons, the tailor shop was busier than usual, so when she arrived, her fellow apprentices pushed the odd jobs onto her.
Feng Mingshu had no objections and worked diligently from afternoon until evening.
"Junior sister, we're closing time. What's there to do that you can't finish..."
The eldest brother originally wanted to tell her to take it home to have it made, but then he suddenly remembered the menacing aura of the officer who accompanied his junior sister to ask for leave that morning, and he changed his mind: "You can come to the tailor shop tomorrow to have it made."
He secretly decided that he should stop treating his junior sister as an apprentice from now on; at most, he would just have to work harder himself.
Feng Mingshu had no idea what her senior brother was thinking, nor did she care about others; she just wanted to find another place to kill time.
Unfortunately, as soon as she stepped out of the tailor shop, she saw Zhou Jinshan with his hand on the handlebars of a bicycle. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, and looked extremely handsome.
Passersby couldn't help but turn around and take a look.
But Secretary Feng was somewhat afraid, because she had experienced the strength and endurance of that waist and legs, and she was really scared, especially of the dark.
Seeing that she had stopped, Zhou Jinshan pushed the cart in front of her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Although it was getting dark, there were still many people on the road. What could Feng Mingshu say?
She simply shook her head, braced herself against the back seat, and jumped in.
In just over half a month, the willows on the riverbank had already turned green.
A gentle breeze was blowing, and the people on the road had already taken off their cotton-padded coats and put on work jackets or other outerwear.
The man in front of her was wearing only a white shirt and dark blue trousers. As he pedaled, the outline of his waist and long legs, encased in his shirt and trousers, became more and more apparent. The clear and neat lines also showed his strength and fierceness.
As if burned, Feng Mingshu quickly looked away.
Just then, Zhou Jinshan turned around, and their eyes met. He asked, "Mingshu, are you uncomfortable sitting here?"
Feng Mingshu shook his head: "No."
“That means I made you uncomfortable, so you won’t hug my waist,” Zhou Jinshan analyzed seriously.
Feng Mingshu suddenly recalled the scene of him seriously teasing her at noon, and angrily punched his back: "You liar, you pretended to be a good person to deceive me before the marriage."
"Ming Shu, you've wronged me. You used to call me a hooligan and a bandit." Zhou Jinshan said innocently. He had shaved his stubble clean, making his features sharp and deep. His eyes reflected his own image.
Feng Mingshu was momentarily stunned before realizing what he had said. She pinched his waist, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed: "You're not a good person, whether before or after marriage."
Zhou Jinshan hissed as she pinched him, and his eyes seemed to ignite with fire: "Ming Shu, hold on tight to my waist and sit still."
After saying that, Zhou Jinshan suddenly accelerated, and Feng Mingshu suppressed the gasp that was rising in her throat and gripped the back seat tightly with both hands.
The man did not raise any further objections. He rode quickly to the front of the small villa, opened the gate, went inside, closed it behind him, and locked it.
Then, without saying a word, Zhou Jinshan grabbed her slender waist, pressed her against the courtyard gate, and leaned down to kiss her.
As darkness fell, the sounds of bicycle bells, buses stopping, and adults calling children home for dinner drowned out the soft, gurgling sounds of kissing inside the door.
But that corner was so vibrant, the breaths mingling, the bodies pressed together, radiating scorching heat.
"...Ugh..."
The man's hand slipped inside her clothes. Feng Mingshu snapped out of her daze, dodged his kiss, and pushed him away.
The man showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, he chuckled softly, "It's my fault. Let's go back inside."
He picked her up and strode into the house, then hurried upstairs.
Feng Mingshu panicked and patted his chest, saying, "Put me down!"
"We'll be there soon." Zhou Jinshan's breathing was deep and hot. He quickened his pace, pushed open the door, put her on the bed, and took off her shoes and socks.
Feng Mingshu immediately flipped over to avoid Zhou Jinshan's advance: "Zhou Jinshan, I want to discuss something with you."
"We'll talk about it later."
"You must say it now, immediately!"
Seeing the girl's serious expression, Zhou Jinshan paused in unbuckling his belt, pulled up his trouser leg, and sat cross-legged in front of her: "Go ahead and say it."
Feng Mingshu took a deep breath, held up one finger, and said, "Can we do it once a month?"
She felt that once a month, she could just bear it and it would pass.
I've heard that some people suffer from menstrual cramps so badly that they feel like they're dying. She doesn't have that problem, but I never expected that someone else would make up for it for her.
Zhou Jinshan was stunned for a full three seconds before he realized what his wife meant by "once a month".
His expression became incredibly complex, and he pulled down that delicate finger, asking, "Why?"
Why ask why this is something you're talking about?
Feng Mingshu turned her face away in embarrassment and annoyance: "Is this all you ever think about with me?"
Zhou Jinshan suddenly stood up, and his tall and sturdy body startled Feng Mingshu, causing her to lean back. However, she forgot that she was already sitting on the edge of the bed, and this leaning back caused her to lose her balance.
"careful."
Zhou Jinshan grabbed her with a bit too much force, and Feng Mingshu fell onto him, her face landing squarely on his waist and abdomen.
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