The promise from the person she loved reassured Ye Lingyu, further strengthening her resolve to walk hand in hand with Cheng Qingyan.
Whether you are a god, a demon, or a mortal, as long as we are together, you are just my husband.
The question she hadn't voiced in her heart received a definite answer. Ye Lingyu received an unexpected promise: Cheng Qingyan wouldn't suddenly leave her, and that was enough.
Her arms tightened, and she gradually increased the force around Cheng Qingyan's waist.
"I will always be by your side, and no one can separate us."
Cheng Qingyan smiled and said, "Don't worry, my wife, no one can separate us."
Even if her identity is exposed, even if she is condemned by thousands, as long as Ye Lingyu doesn't give up, she will not let go of Ye Lingyu's hand.
Love is definitely more interesting when you experience it yourself.
You have to experience the flavors of life—sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy—to truly understand them.
Emerging from the space, Ye Lingyu brought out the soap pods she had previously placed on the space table.
She always picked the soap pods from the soapberry tree to use, not because she liked them, but mainly because it saved money.
She couldn't afford the soap bars sold in town, but soap pods were free; there were plenty of them on the mountain, and many families in the village used them.
Seeing what Ye Lingyu was holding, Cheng Qingyan asked curiously, "Wife, what are you holding? Is it something to eat?"
"This is soapberry, used for bathing and washing clothes, it can't be eaten."
Turning to Cheng Qingyan, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
Cheng Qingyan scratched her face a little awkwardly: "I'm a little hungry~"
Ye Lingyu put down the soap pod: "Wait, I'll do it right away."
Cheng Qingyan touched the soapberry leaf, then eagerly followed Ye Lingyu to the kitchen.
After cooking porridge, Ye Lingyu picked some green vegetable leaves. She washed them, chopped them up, and added a few eggs.
In the morning, porridge with vegetables and egg pancakes is perfect.
After it was decided that Ye Lingyu and Cheng Qingyan would take over Meng Chuying's land, the village decided to return Meng Chuying's land to her.
From now on, Cheng Qingyan and the others will take care of it, and the village will no longer concern itself with Meng Chuying's food.
After the spring, Meng Chuying's family's farmland will be handed over to Cheng Qingyan.
When Meng Chuying came from home, she saw smoke rising from Cheng Qingyan's kitchen before she even reached her house.
She quickened her pace; she had overslept and missed helping Ye Lingyu start the fire.
Cheng Qingyan had already opened the front door. Ever since Meng Chuying started coming over frequently, their front door was only closed when they went to bed at night.
"Sister Ye, Brother Cheng, I overslept today..."
Ye Lingyu was still making pancakes when she saw Meng Chuying standing at the kitchen door, wearing an ill-fitting outfit.
Her coat was too long and too bulky. She stood there somewhat awkwardly, not moving forward.
I don't know if it's because I overslept or because of my clothes.
Ye Lingyu smiled gently at her: "You've come at the perfect time. Quickly wash your hands and come try the pancakes I made. Your Brother Cheng was just saying that I didn't put any salt in them, and they're very bland."
"Hey, Brother Cheng must be talking nonsense. How could Sister Ye's pancakes not be delicious?"
Seeing that Meng Chuying had recovered and was eating pancakes, Cheng Qingyan shrugged and said, "Never mind."
She's just an innocent bystander; after all, it was her own wife who fired the shot.
Meng Chuying took a bite of the hot pancake, and it was so hot that she slurped it up.
Ye Lingyu hurriedly cut the pancake into small pieces and placed them on a plate: "Eat carefully, the filling inside is very hot."
Cheng Qingyan also offered her a piece of cake, and she ate it while happily squinting her eyes.
As expected, it was her wife who doted on her. Seeing that she was still tending the fire, she was afraid that she would go hungry, so she fed her some cakes.
"Brother Cheng's taste has gone bad! Sister Ye's pancakes are so delicious. She even added eggs, they smell amazing!"
Meng Chuying hadn't swallowed the biscuit in her mouth yet, so her speech was somewhat unclear.
Cheng Qingyan, who had also washed his hands, replied with a piece of flatbread in his hand, "Be careful, don't burn yourself while eating another flatbread."
"Hmph, no way! You be careful too, this pancake is a bit unreasonable, how come it didn't burn you!" Meng Chuying's mouth hadn't spared Cheng Qingyan even once.
Cheng Qingyan grinned mischievously, "You wouldn't understand, would you? The pancakes I ate were cut by my wife. My wife loves me so much, she wouldn't let anyone else get burned!"
Meng Chuying is already ten years old. At fifteen, she will be of marriageable age and ready to get married.
Hearing Cheng Qingyan bring up her relationship with Ye Lingyu, a suspicious blush appeared on her face.
She was so angry! How could such a good person like Sister Ye be paired with a scoundrel like Cheng Qingyan!
She took a bite of the pancake angrily: "Listen to what you're saying! Aren't you ashamed?!"
Cheng Qingyan said smugly, "My wife, what's there for me to be ashamed of?"
Ye Lingyu served the porridge and called to them, "Come and eat, don't let it get cold."
The weather is a bit cold; it's already December.
The kitchen was fairly warm because of the fire. However, they initially built a semi-open kitchen, with one wall only partially constructed.
It's cooler in summer and there's less cooking smoke. But in winter, cold air will blow in.
After the fire is turned off, the kitchen will cool down in a short while.
After a bowl of hot porridge and a fragrant flatbread, you'll feel warm and cozy all over.
"It feels so good, I feel all warm up." Cheng Qingyan put down her chopsticks and stretched.
Ye Lingyu still had a piece of cake left in her hand. She put down her chopsticks and asked Cheng Qingyan, "Are we going to the fields today?"
Cheng Qingyan shook her head: "Let's not go today. We go every day, but we don't see any changes. Let's go in a couple of days and see when we can start harvesting."
It's mainly cold outside, and it'll be December in a few days.
Radishes cannot survive the winter in the ground; if they freeze, they will be damaged.
Meng Chuying was wearing an ill-fitting, oversized cotton-padded coat, making her look small and huddled inside it.
As she grew older, the family gradually ran out of clothes that fit her.
After her mother passed away, she never wore new clothes again.
The clothes her mother used to make or buy for her are now too small as she grows up.
When the weather is warm, it's not very noticeable. A belt cinches her waist, shortens her trousers if they're too long, or rolls up the cuffs and pant legs to conceal it. Now that it's cold, the down jacket isn't very warm for her small frame, making it look loose and baggy.
Although Ye Lingyu didn't mention it, both she and Cheng Qingyan noticed that Meng Chuying's clothes were off the moment they saw her today.
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