Chapter 206
Wen Xin didn't sleep, "Last night I..."
Yan Zeli lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Let's talk about everything after dawn. Get some rest first."
Under his gentle comforting words, Wen Xin's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she hugged him, falling asleep peacefully.
She's not alone anymore!
...
Wen Xin slept until the sun was high in the sky.
His bed and blankets were so comfortable that she couldn't help but want to rest properly, instead of getting up early and working late to make breakfast for the whole family, chop wood, fetch water, feed the pigs, and clean the chicken coop...
Wen Xin suddenly opened her eyes from her sleep, and was a little anxious to get up.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Zeli walked in and helped the flustered little girl.
Wen Xin opened her still-sleepy eyes and said uneasily, "I...I overslept. There's still a lot of chores to do at home, otherwise, Mom will beat and scold me again!"
Yan Zeli's expression froze, and anger flashed in his eyes. What kind of life had she been living in the Wen family all these years?
He reached out and pulled the uneasy girl into his arms, gently stroking her slender back. "No one will dare to hit or scold you anymore, don't be afraid."
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment. His presence and embrace made her feel safe. She couldn't help but reach out and grab his clothes tightly, resting her face on his shoulder, and whispering, "Big brother..."
Yan Zeli's body stiffened slightly as his memory returned to ten years ago.
The petite little girl struggled to support him, her steps faltering from exhaustion, yet she still encouraged him in a soft, sweet voice, "Big brother, it's okay, we'll be home soon!"
"Little darling."
Wen Xin gave a blank "Ah".
Yan Zeli smiled and gently pinched her fair cheek, "Good girl, I'll call you Little Darling from now on."
Wen Xin pursed her lips. "Why does it sound like you're calling a puppy?"
Yan Zeli chuckled: "I don't have a puppy, nor do I want to. You are enough for me."
Wen Xin: "..."
The man asked good-naturedly, "How about calling me a crybaby? A spoiled brat?"
Wen Xin reasoned with him, "My name is Wen Xin, Wen as in warmth and Xin as in joy!"
Yan Zeli nodded, "I know, little darling."
Wen Xin: "..."
She glared at him, "Then I'll call you Da Yan!"
Yan Zeli chuckled, his thin lips brushing against her ear. "Hmm, it seems my little darling was quite satisfied with me last night, knowing that I... am big!"
Wen Xin: "!!!"
"You...you...shameless!"
Seeing that the little girl was about to blush, Yan Zeli suppressed a laugh and gently ruffled her hair. "Alright, get up, wash up, and have breakfast."
Wen Xin looked at him resentfully, wondering who had started being indecent.
A certain Yan remained calm, asking, "What is serious?"
Is it edible?
Do you have a wife?
Wen Xin: "..."
...
Breakfast was eaten in the main room outside the bedroom.
Wen Xin was dumbfounded when she saw the minced meat porridge, boiled eggs, and fried fish on the table.
In all her years with the Wen family, she only had a sip of meat soup occasionally during holidays. On ordinary days, her meals consisted of boiled sweet potatoes and vegetables or thin porridge with hardly any rice. She had never had such a feast before.
Wen Xin sat at the table, hesitant and uneasy, not daring to eat at all.
Yan Zeli placed the peeled eggs and deboned fish on a plate and presented it to her, saying, "This is all we have at home for now. I'll kill a chicken later and make you some chicken soup to nourish your body."
Only these?
Wen Xin stood there dumbfounded.
Everyone here lives in poor rural areas, right?
Why does it feel like she's the only one who's a country bumpkin?
Seeing that she wasn't eating, Yan Zeli asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?"
Wen Xin shook her head and stammered, "That's...that's great, I...I don't need to eat such good food."
Yan Zeli pinched her fair cheek. "What are you saying? Would I ever wrong my wife?"
Wen Xin blushed.
Yan Zeli smiled and said, "Eat up!"
Wen Xin nodded blankly and carefully picked up the spoon.
The fragrant minced meat porridge tasted delicious, but for some reason, her eyes welled up with tears, and they involuntarily fell to the ground.
Yan Zeli sighed, tenderly pulling her onto his lap and wiping away her tears. "Why do you cry so much? Even if my cooking isn't good, just tell me, and I'll practice my cooking skills. Why do you have to cry?"
Wen Xin shook her head, tears falling onto the back of his hand. "No, it's delicious. I've never eaten such delicious porridge before."
Yan Zeli coaxed the spoiled little girl, "There will be even better food in the future, my darling. You have to have ambition. Look at you crying like this now, what will you do in the future?"
Wen Xin burst into laughter through her tears, "Really?"
Can she really live a good life?
Yan Zeli raised an eyebrow: "Do I, a grown man, need to coax a little girl like you?"
Wen Xin smiled sweetly and leaned against him.
Yan Zeli had no choice but to hold the clingy little girl in one arm and serve her breakfast with the other.
Someone shamelessly clicked their tongue and said, "I'll be feeding you day and night, I'm in for a good time!"
Wen Xin: "..."
She couldn't help but punch him again. Why couldn't this guy be serious?
Yan Zeli scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed her, "Be gentle, if you hurt her, who will feed you?"
Wen Xin wanted to scold him, but with porridge still in her mouth, she could only glare at him irritably.
Yan Zeli's eyes deepened, "Be a good girl and eat people, don't seduce me."
Wen Xin: "..."
She really didn't want to talk to him anymore!
However, the girl was easy to coax. Yan Zeli teased her a few times, and she smiled, showing no trace of her previous sullenness.
After finishing her meal, Wen Xin wanted to clear the dishes, but Yan Zeli told her to do it obediently.
He's a grown man, making his wife do housework. Who does he think he is?
Wen Xin was stunned. His reasoning was the opposite of what the villagers usually said, wasn't it?
The thing Wen Xin heard most often in the past was: "Isn't the point of marrying a wife to do housework? Otherwise, what's the point of marrying her?"
Isn't it shameful for a woman to not know how to do housework?
If a woman makes a man do housework, then that man is either henpecked, a live-in son-in-law, or a good-for-nothing...
Growing up in such an environment, Wen Xin was used to her father and brother being waited on hand and foot. After finishing her meal, she would put down her chopsticks and go for a stroll. She was responsible for all the housework and couldn't let her father and brother do anything.
Only today did she realize that men can also cook, wash dishes, and clean the house.
Wen Xin sat on a cushioned chair, holding the honey water he had prepared for her. Seeing that he had finished washing the dishes, she took out the quilt to air it out, and then put the soiled sheets and their clothes from last night into a wooden basin, intending to wash them.
Wen Xin accidentally glanced at the stains on the bed sheet, including a bloodstain, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed red. When she saw her underwear, she became even more embarrassed.
She got up and jogged over, saying, "I...I'll take the shower!"
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