Mo Qinghe knew his wife couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly expressed his opinion.
Unfortunately, after all that effort, his legs were a bit weak. He had to use one hand to support himself on the wooden tub and the other to take off his shirt, and it took him a long time to finally get it off.
Su Nanxi really couldn't wait any longer; the water was getting cold!
Regardless of whether Mo Qinghe was willing or not, she went up to him, stripped off his pants, then swept him up in her arms and slowly placed him into the bathtub. The movements were swift and fluid.
Mo Qinghe could only accept it. He closed his eyes, his ears slightly red, his mind filled with the image of his wife pulling down his pants, her head brushing against his…
Su Nanxi didn't notice anything wrong and thought he was just enduring leg pain with his eyes closed. As for his red face and ears, she thought that would happen if he took a hot bath.
It wasn't that she wasn't shy, but she was more concerned about the discomfort he might experience during the medicinal bath. If anything went wrong, she would have to find a solution immediately. With that in mind, any feelings of shyness were put aside.
She had always known that her husband was a handsome young man with a good face and an alluring body, but his leg injury diminished his good looks.
If he were nimble enough, wow, I might even want to pounce on him!
Oh my god! What were you thinking?! You've gone off on a tangent!
Mo Qinghe opened his eyes at some point and looked at her with a dazed expression. Seeing her infatuated look, he suddenly felt relieved and no longer felt awkward.
When his wife carried him out, he took the initiative to hug her. When his wife wiped his body, he held his head high and chest out, looking very proud and relaxed as she wiped him.
His wife loved him very much. She liked his body very much, wiped it dry, and even dressed him in new clothes.
Su Nanxi was exhausted and didn't have time to deal with so much.
After I finished my work, I gave him a massage to make him feel more comfortable.
You can't get chilled while taking a medicinal bath, so I didn't use ice; the room was quite stuffy.
Su Nanxi was too hot to sleep, so she got up and rummaged through her drawers and found a spaghetti strap nightgown that just covered her thighs.
She thought that since it was pitch black at night and no one would see her, it should be fine.
She was almost dying of heat and didn't want to wear long sleeves and pants. The fabric was thick and rough, and when she got sweaty, it made her feel uncomfortable all over.
In this sweltering heat, is a drought on the horizon?
She muttered something to herself and quickly changed into her nightgown.
Hey! I have to say, it really does feel much cooler here!
She groped her way back to the bedside in the dark, still worried, afraid that Mo Qinghe would find out she was wearing such short clothes. People in ancient times were very conservative, and who knew what he would think of her for dressing so revealingly, especially since her origins were unknown.
After struggling internally for a long time, she finally decided to take the plunge and wear it for the night because she was hot!
She used both hands and feet, like a monkey, carefully stepping over Mo Qinghe. Just when she thought she could avoid being discovered by pulling her feet back, she got too excited, slipped, and pounced on Mo Qinghe like a frog.
As luck would have it, the two were face to face, and Mo Qinghe opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Wife." Mo Qinghe's voice was hoarse.
Su Nanxi knew something was wrong. She tried to get up by supporting herself with her hands, but she accidentally stepped on her own hair and fell back down.
Mo Qinghe wanted to help her, but when his hand touched her smooth, silky skin, he paused. He remembered the little book he had read that day and seemed to understand something. He swallowed hard and said in a low, hoarse voice after a long while, "Wife, it's not possible yet. Can we wait a little longer?"
Su Nanxi was puzzled. Why did she have to wait after getting up? If he hadn't grabbed her arm, she would have gotten up long ago.
Did she hurt him? Does her movement aggravate his pain?
Then she'll stay a little longer and let him catch his breath.
When Mo Qinghe saw his wife gently lean back against his chest and stop moving, he breathed a sigh of relief. His wife had agreed!
He gently patted her head.
Su Nanxi listened to the strong heartbeat, and her own heartbeat became erratic. She got up and went back to her own bed. Since she had been discovered anyway, there was no need to worry. She decided to just go to sleep.
Mo Qinghe held her hand, and didn't let go even as she slept.
After Village Chief Liu gave the notice, many people came to the Mo family's courtyard saying they wanted to learn how to make rice noodles.
They all came with their eyes wide open, full of curiosity, and quite a few people were there to join in the fun.
Grandma Mo reiterated that those who wanted to learn could watch from the sidelines, while those who didn't want to learn could go home and not cause trouble. Today was just a demonstration of the process; those who wanted to learn should watch carefully and take notes.
Village Chief Liu also arrived, bringing his two daughters-in-law. He also gave the order: those who wanted to learn should watch quietly, and those who didn't want to learn and made noise should be thrown out!
So, everyone stopped talking loudly and quietly watched how Su Nanxi made rice noodles.
Mo Qinghe watched from a short distance away, holding the fruit his wife had given him. He took another leisurely bite, not even in the mood to weave bamboo strips.
At first, the villagers were surprised and thought, "Wow, they know how to do this!" but then they became a little indifferent and left halfway through.
Some of the remaining half of the people left one after another, leaving only eight people who persisted and saw the end.
After Su Nanxi finished making it, she placed it on a winnowing basket to dry, and that was it.
The last eight people were very interested and eager to participate.
"It doesn't look difficult. I want to try it when I get back."
"Yes, yes! It looks good this way, and it must taste delicious too!"
"Yes! If we learn how to do it, it would be great to eat it ourselves or give it as a gift!"
...
The group chattered amongst themselves, thanked Su Nanxi, and then hurriedly went back.
Grandma Mo helped dry the rice noodles, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
Mo Yunmei was asked to go up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables and gather firewood. She was not very willing, but her older brother said that if she did nothing, she wouldn't have to eat, so she had no choice but to go with the other children.
She knew her family was making rice noodles today, and she really wanted to go back. She was distracted and couldn't do anything. In the end, she didn't dig anything up, picked up a dry branch, and ran back home.
The children didn't care what she was doing. On the way back, they met Chen Qiuxia, greeted her, and left. Mo Yunmei, on the other hand, stopped and started chatting.
When I got home, I saw strips of white rice noodles drying in a winnowing basket. I found it novel and interesting, and I looked at them all.
Grandma Mo was puzzled. She had clearly heard the voices of the cowhide dolls and they should have returned, so why was there no sound again?
Turning around, I saw that several heads had been stuck in the winnowing basket!
Seeing how cute the children were, Grandma Mo couldn't help but smile.
Su Nanxi saw it and smiled too. So innocent and cute!
After she finished her work, she sat down next to Mo Qinghe to eat fruit. Mo Qinghe was in the mood to weave bamboo strips now, and he was working so seriously, yet it seemed as if he was deliberately showing Su Nanxi his slender hands.
Grandma Mo laughed for a while, then, remembering something, looked outside and muttered, "Why aren't they back yet?"
Su Nanxi overheard this and was also puzzled. Why hadn't the four people who went to sell breakfast returned so late today? They usually came back very early. Could something have happened to them?
While she was still worried, Mo Yunmei ran back and rushed to Su Nanxi.
Why are you trying to teach people how to make rice noodles?
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