Pei Ziheng was such a smart guy that he guessed what Shen Mingzhu said as soon as he heard it. "Mom, did the villagers make things difficult for you?"

Shen Mingzhu tapped her son's nose and did not try to sugarcoat the situation just because he was young.

In her opinion, this incident was both a lesson and a negative example for Pei Ziheng to realize the complexity of society and the viciousness of human nature, and to avoid being a good person like her in the future.

Pei Ziheng said: Mom, you think too much. It's rare for me not to be a bad guy. It's impossible for me to be a good person in this life.

After hearing about Shen Mingzhu's experience in Red Star Village, Pei Ziheng immediately comforted her considerately: "Mom, you are not wrong. It is those people who are bad, selfish, and don't know how to be grateful."

Pei Yang glanced at his son approvingly and decisively chose to copy his son's homework. "Ziheng is right. You are kind-hearted, but the Guo family does not know how to be content."

Shen Mingzhu looked at him and asked, "Did you expect something to go wrong, so you called Brother and Brother He?"

Pei Yang scratched his head. "I'm just being prepared. When I was sailing on the sea, I encountered pirates from time to time. When I passed through some ports, I also dealt with some local leaders and organizations. I've seen so many things that I subconsciously think of the worst outcome."

Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but feel fortunate.

If Pei Yang was not with her today, she would have difficulty leaving Hongxing Village safely.

The second daughter-in-law of the Guo family actually set her eyes on her wedding ring.

Thinking of this, a feeling of disgust surged in her heart, but she forced herself to suppress it, but her face turned a little pale.

Pei Yang noticed her discomfort immediately and put his big hand on her forehead. "Did you catch a cold? Go home first and make some ginger water to get rid of the cold."

Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Mingzhu nodded.

After returning home, Pei Yang immediately went to the kitchen to boil ginger and sugar water, and at the same time heated water for washing feet.

Shen Mingzhu went back to her room to change clothes.

When Pei Yang brought the hot ginger sugar water into the room, he found Shen Mingzhu lying on the bed and already asleep.

He gently placed the ginger sugar water on the bedside table, bent down to tuck Shen Mingzhu's hands and feet into the quilt, tucked in the corners of the quilt for her, stared at her for a while, then got up and left the room.

After getting some hot water, Pei Yang went to the second bedroom and called Pei Ziheng out to wash up.

Pei Ziheng walked out of the room and didn't see Shen Mingzhu, so he subconsciously looked towards the closed door of the master bedroom.

"Where's Mom?"

Arriving at the bathroom, Pei Ziheng looked up and asked Pei Yang who was rubbing his face.

"Your mother is asleep."

After Pei Yang replied, he motioned for Pei Ziheng to take his small towel to wash his face.

Pei Ziheng stared at the water that had been used to wash Pei Yang's face, his snow-white face full of disgust, "I don't want to wash with you."

Pei Yang looked at him and said, "You and your mother can wash the same basin, why can't you wash the same basin with me?"

Pei Ziheng had an expression that said, "Is there any need to ask this?", "Mom smells good, and you stink."

“…”

Pei Yang didn't intend to spoil him, and sneered, "If you don't want to wash it, just leave it dirty."

Pei Ziheng stared at him for two seconds, then turned around and said, "I'm going to find my mother."

Pei Yang quickly grabbed him and said, "Don't disturb your mother."

Pei Ziheng turned around and blinked, "Then get me another basin of water to wash my face."

“…Wait!”

Poor Pei Yang, a grown man in his twenties, was clearly controlled by his son.

…

When Shen Mingzhu woke up, it was already the next morning.

I slept until dawn. Although I had enough sleep, I felt very tired and didn't want to get up.

If I have to sum it up in one word, it would be laziness.

The door was pushed open——

Seeing that she was awake, Pei Yang walked into the room, came to the bedside, bent over her, and smiled, "Are you awake?"

Shen Mingzhu couldn't bear the urge to do it, so she stretched out a slender white finger from under the quilt and hooked it at the man.

"Come down a bit."

"What?"

"Give me a kiss."

Pei Yang said he would be more than happy to accept such a request.

When Shen Mingzhu was about to retreat after succeeding, Pei Yang held her face and deepened the morning kiss.

After the kiss, Shen Mingzhu hid half of her face in the quilt, revealing only a pair of watery almond eyes, and looked at him complainingly, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Pei Yang was touched by her adorable appearance, so he picked her up and carried her out sideways with the blanket.

"Then go and brush it."

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Shen Mingzhu struggled, "Put me down!"

Pei Yang lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Didn't you say you wanted to brush your teeth?"

Shen Mingzhu twisted around like a maggot, her voice unconsciously containing some coquettishness, "I'll go by myself."

Pei Yang bent down and put her back on the bed, telling her to put on more clothes as today was colder than yesterday, and then he went out.

Shen Mingzhu originally thought that Pei Yang knew the temperature from the radio, but when she walked out of the room, she smelled a rich aroma of chicken soup, which was stewed with mushrooms.

She walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, the soup pot on the stove was bubbling with steam.

"You made chicken soup? Where did the chicken come from?"

Pei Yang was making wontons. Hearing this, he said, "I stole it back in the middle of the night."

Shen Mingzhu glared at him, opened the jar, looked at the milky white chicken soup with golden chicken oil floating on it, and suddenly felt hungry.

"Stew chicken soup so early in the morning. Isn't our family's food too good?"

Pei Yang replied while wrapping wontons: "You haven't looked well these past two days. You eat at the factory every day, and there's not much oil or fat. I can only give you some nutritional supplements in the morning."

When Shen Mingzhu learned that the chicken soup was specially made for her, her heart was like the soup in the soup pot, bubbling and steaming.

"Go wash up quickly. I've put hot water on the heating pipe for you."

Hearing Pei Yang's urging, Shen Mingzhu didn't rush out. Instead, she leaned over to look at the wonton filling in the bowl, "Shepherd's purse? Did you buy it?"

Pei Yang glanced at her and smiled, "Instead of buying them, I can go to the countryside and pick a few for you right now?"

Shen Mingzhu looked at him, "What time did you get up this morning?"

"Six o'clock."

The days are short and the nights are long in Fengcheng in winter. At 6 o'clock in the morning, when it was still dark and cold, the man got up and went to the vegetable market to buy chicken and shepherd's purse for breakfast.

Shen Mingzhu felt so warm in her heart that she couldn't help hugging the man's waist and said softly, "Pei Yang, you are fine."

Pei Yang felt that his efforts were not in vain, and he was feeling happy when Pei Ziheng walked in.

"Mom, don't be moved by a man's little favors. You are Dad's daughter-in-law, and it is only natural for him to treat you well."

Shen Mingzhu couldn't help laughing, and immediately gave up the man and turned to her son's arms, "Good morning, mom's little lamb cake."

Pei Ziheng was very happy about the new nickname, his face flushed and his eyes sparkled, "Good morning, Mom."

Looking at the mother and son hugging each other affectionately, and then looking at himself with flour all over his hands, Pei Yang: "..."

It’s better not to make these broken wontons! …

When Shen Mingzhu finished washing up, hot wontons were already on the table.

The freshly stewed Xianggu chicken soup, served with wontons stuffed with amaranth and sprinkled with a few green onions, is fresh, fragrant and delicious.

Shen Mingzhu happily drank the soup with a spoon while telling Pei Yang and his son why she bought these apples.