Ma Lihua suddenly remembered the Yin-nourishing pills her mother made with her foot bath water. "Grandma, those things won't kill them, will they?" she asked curiously.
“That’s made with a thousand-year-old ginseng and the finest mountain spring water. Even if they want it, I won’t give it to them!” As soon as she finished speaking, Ma Hehua’s eyes lit up.
"Mom, give me some."
Ma Lihua; "……………………"
"Get out of my way! Do you think you can eat this?" [Damn it, you idiot! This is your foot bath water! Why aren't you as sharp-witted as you were in the city?]
Ma Hehua pouted and went to her room to take a shower. Fine, if you won't give me food, then don't give me food!
Li Fagui also sneaked back into the room. He needed to rub Hehua's back and massage her feet. If he took good care of her, she would never be able to leave him. He felt very happy.
The stereo was on in Uncle Fu's room, and he was dancing the cha-cha. Niu Tou clapped his hands in admiration. The two cheeks on the paper were as red as a monkey's bottom.
"Horse-faced demon, what do you think of his jumping technique...?"
"Get out of here, don't ask me anything..."
Horse-face felt that he had been physically and mentally ravaged over the past few months, and he couldn't take it anymore.
The torrential rain was terrifying; Li Zhongguo couldn't sleep, and neither could Ma Linghua. After thinking about it, she decided she had to tell him what had happened.
"Loyal to the country".
"Um?"
"Sigh! Do you still remember the gifts we exchanged when we became engaged?" Ma Linghua asked him with a touch of nostalgia.
Li Zhongguo: "???"
What token of love? How come he doesn't know? He wouldn't remember a thing!
Li Zhongguo remained silent, his heart pounding.
"You haven't forgotten, have you?" Ma Linghua was somewhat doubtful that he didn't remember.
Li Zhongguo swallowed hard. "I remember! I'm just afraid that if I think about it, I won't be able to bear it. You're still as good-looking as before, but I... have gotten old."
“Zhongguo, don’t be sad. I will find the pair of trousers that were our token of love. Don’t worry,” Ma Linghua comforted him.
Shaking pants? Wait... Could it be the shaking pants that Linghua made for him using the skin of a tiger spirit? Come on! Those shaking pants not only cut off his testicles, but also rubbed the skin off his thighs, and they were tiny too.
Later, he didn't know which pervert stole it and ran away. Linghua chased after it for a year but couldn't catch it. Now, the shaggy pants have reappeared, which makes him feel a sharp pain in his crotch. Why haven't those shaggy pants worn out after decades? It's outrageous.
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