There was no sign of Widow He in the room. Zeng Shitou walked to the end of the bed and looked at the shallow mark on the wood that pressed the bed, with a violent gleam in his eyes.
He turned and walked towards the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw Widow He making breakfast.
The corn paste that had not yet been cooked was bubbling in the pot, rolling and tumbling as she stirred it.
Zeng Shitou looked down at the half of her waist that was exposed when she bent over, and there were round burns on it.
He knew it was the mark left by a cigarette butt.
He kicked over the stool in front of the stove and stared at Widow He viciously.
"What are you doing so crazy so early in the morning?" She was in a very bad mood after finally getting up last night.
"I won't eat eggs anymore." Zeng Shitou's cold eyes fell on her face, then he turned around and quickly returned to the bedroom.
"Even if you don't eat eggs, you may still want to eat meat! I have to get it for you!" Widow He complained while stirring the corn paste.
Although the Yan family and the Zeng family were separated by only a ramie forest and a small woods, the Yan family had already cooked the eggs and were leaving them in a large bowl to dry.
Mo Yutong woke up from her dream and heard the regular "knock knock" and "crackling" sounds. She stood up, lightly tied her hair, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
In the yard, Yan Mingli was not wearing a white shirt and blue cloth pants, but homespun pants. He was chopping firewood with his bare chest. A large pile of firewood had already piled up beside him.
He easily split a piece of wood with just a few axes, and the bulging muscles were clearly defined, full of infinite masculine strength and charm.
Crystal clear beads of sweat flowed down his back, shining charmingly in the morning light, exuding a clean and heart-warming breath.
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