Huang Ying, who didn't get to eat the meat, was still crying.

Song Tingfeng was annoyed by what he heard, and raised the chopsticks in his hand towards his daughter, "Why don't you try crying again? Are you itching?"

Huang Ying was so frightened that she immediately held back her voice, lowered her head with a look of grievance and started to eat.

Seeing her daughter was well behaved, Song Tingfeng put away her chopsticks and continued to eat. While eating, she looked at her husband and asked, "Why did your father and sister come home at noon?"

Huang Jianye swallowed the food in his mouth in two or three mouthfuls. "If you hadn't asked me, I would have almost forgotten about this. Dad and his family want to set up a bamboo weaving factory..."

"A bamboo weaving factory? Where do they get the money to do this?"

"Who knows? He left without saying a few words."

Huang Jianye picked up a piece of meat nonchalantly and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly met his daughter Huang Ying's eager eyes. He hesitated for a moment and put the meat into his daughter's bowl.

Huang Ying burst into laughter and happily picked up the meat and put it into her mouth.

Huang Jianye breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his daughter smile. Just as he was about to pick up another piece of meat to eat, he met Song Tingfeng's murderous eyes. He quickly put the meat into the other's bowl to please her.

"Wife, you've worked hard today, eat more."

Song Tingfeng threw the meat back into his bowl unhappily, "Eat yours, I've already eaten during the day."

"Yes, thank you for your grace, wife."

Song Tingfeng ignored him and continued to ask about Huang Zhiqiu's bamboo weaving factory.

"Why did you think of opening a bamboo weaving factory out of the blue? Your dad is such a fool. He's already old, isn't it good for him to enjoy his retirement? He's still messing around with us. If he has that much money, he might as well share it with everyone so that we can at least have a good year."

Huang Jianye swallowed the meat in his mouth and said, "From what Zhiqiu said, it seems that the idea of ​​opening a factory was proposed by my niece."

Yun Mo sent things to Huang Zhiqiu every now and then, including food, clothing and daily necessities, which made Song Tingfeng very jealous.

Now he has to use the money to help Huang Zhiqiu build a factory. Song Tingfeng feels as uncomfortable as if he was being scratched by a cat. Even the rice in the bowl doesn't taste good anymore.

"Did your sister tell me how much money it cost to run this bamboo weaving factory?"

"No, she just asked if we want to do it together and give her an answer as soon as possible."

Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, "Let's not rush this matter, let's go to the countryside tomorrow to find out the situation first."

"OK."

—

When she finished writing the last word, Yun Mo's entire right arm was so sore that she could hardly lift it.

It takes a lot of effort to fry snowflake crisps, especially yesterday, when she fried ten pots in a row. When she got up this morning, her arms were sore and painful. She wrote several thousand words of research and development reports from the afternoon to the evening. Now her entire shoulder and right hand feel like they are not her own.

Even holding the cup of water, my hands were shaking.

Yun Mo took a small half cup of spiritual spring water from the space and drank it slowly in small sips.

After drinking the spiritual spring water, the numbness in her arms gradually eased, but it was still sore and weak, which made Yun Mo miss the mobile phones, computers and other electronic devices in her previous life.

Actually, laser printers have been available in this era, but the four-digit prices are prohibitive.

It’s not that she can’t afford it, but there’s no need to buy it. After all, she doesn’t need to use it often.

“Knock, knock.”

After resting for a while, there was a knock on the door. Yun Mo was too lazy to move, so she just turned her head and shouted, "Come in."

Ling Chuan placed the hot milk in front of her as usual, and his dark eyes fell on the way she kneaded her arms.

"Wife, are your hands uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, a little sore."

"I have some medicinal wine. I'll use it to rub you."

If I use medicinal wine to rub it, wouldn't I have to take off my clothes and expose my arms? Yun Mo was not embarrassed, and there was nothing wrong with exposing her arms, but it was such a cold day, and there was no heating in the room, so she felt cold just thinking about it.

But my shoulders and arms are really uncomfortable. If the pain is not relieved in time, it will affect the final exam in a few days.

Ling Chuan had guessed something from her frown, "Wife, the charcoal at home is not used up yet, I'll go light a brazier and it won't be cold anymore."

In order to make it easier to knead the medicinal wine later, Yun Mo found a sleeveless summer pajamas from the closet.

Although there was a brazier in the room, the warmth was limited after all, and the temperature inside was only a few degrees higher than outside. As the tops were taken off piece by piece, goose bumps quickly appeared on the skin.

Yun Mo picked up her pajamas tremblingly and was about to put them on when the door behind her was suddenly pushed open.

She instinctively covered her chest with her clothes.

Seeing her changing clothes, Ling Chuan was stunned for a moment, and the next second he turned around and left the room.

"Wife, I'll come in later..."

Looking at the door being closed again, Yun Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

After this scare, I didn’t feel that cold anymore.

She put on her pajamas swiftly, put on a woolen vest, and finally wrapped herself in a thick cotton coat.

Looking at her blushing cheeks in the mirror, Yun Mo silently comforted herself, it was okay, she was wearing underwear, not naked.

After preparing herself mentally, Yun Mo went to reopen the door.

Ling Chuan was standing outside the door, with his back to it. His figure was as tall and straight as a poplar tree on a winter night.

Hearing the noise, Ling Chuan turned around and looked at her with an embarrassed expression.

"Wife, I didn't mean it..."

The heat on Yun Mo's face, which had already subsided, suddenly rose again.

She pretended to be calm and asked, "Didn't you say to light the brazier?"

Ling Chuan showed a bit of guilt on his face, "We've run out of charcoal. Maybe my brother took it to warm up in the house. But I've boiled some water. I'll fill a hot water bottle for you later, okay?"

"Oh, is the water on?"

"It's almost time. I just wanted to come in and get your hot water bottle, but I forgot to knock. Wife, I will remember to knock next time..."

Yun Mo was not actually angry about such a small matter, but seeing the man looking nervous and serious, she had to nod with a stern face.

"Um."

With a brazier under her feet and a hot water bottle in her arms, it wasn't as cold as Yun Mo had imagined.

Ling Chuan first warmed his palms on the brazier, then poured some medicinal wine on his palms and rubbed them vigorously.

The air soon filled with a strong smell of medicinal liquor, which was a bit pungent but acceptable.

"Wife, shall I start?"

"Um."

As soon as she responded, she felt the man's large palm against the skin of her arm.

The first feeling was a bit comfortable. I don’t know if it was because of the medicinal wine or because the man’s palm was naturally hot. The slightly hot heat penetrated through the skin into the deep layers of the muscles, greatly relieving the soreness and discomfort of the muscles.

"Wife, the medicinal wine will only work if you rub it. It may hurt a little, just bear with it."

“Hmm, ah—”

The pain that penetrated deep into her bones was so painful that Yun Mo burst into tears. "You call this a little painful?"

"Does it hurt?"

Yun Mo stared at him with tears in her eyes, "What do you think?"

"Then I'll be gentler."

Yun Mo snorted softly with a heavy nasal tone, "Hmm."

(End of this chapter)