As soon as Zhao Fangchu woke up, his loud shouting voice spread throughout the yard. Yang Anjin was awakened by the sound and suddenly thought it was her own room. She looked at the furnishings in the room through the light from outside the window and suddenly remembered that she was already married.
Recalling every detail of last night and looking at the marks all over his body, he pulled the quilt over his entire body, not wanting even a hair to be exposed.
Zhao Fangyu was woken up, rubbed his eyes and half-raised himself, trying to pull him out of the quilt: "Well, what's wrong with you?"
His upper body was naked. Yang Anjin poked his head out from under the quilt to see his muscular upper body, then covered himself with the quilt again. His voice came from under the quilt and was not very clear.
"Put on your clothes."
"What?" Zhao Fangyu lowered his head, wanting to listen carefully.
"I said, put on your clothes."
Zhao Fangyu looked down at the long scratches on his body from last night's passionate scratching. He chuckled and said, "I'll get up first and wait for you at the door. We can go out together later to save you the embarrassment."
Yang Anjin nodded under the quilt. Zhao Fangyu had found his clothes and placed them beside the bed. He hooked the clothes into the quilt with his hands. His back felt uncomfortable as he moved, so he grimaced and dressed himself neatly under the cover.
Fortunately, it is still cold now and he is wearing thick clothes. If it were summer, Yang Anjin would not be too embarrassed to go out and see people because of the marks on his body.
His walking posture was awkward. Zhao Fangyu thought of his own beastly behavior yesterday and scratched his head in embarrassment. "I'll find a cushion for you to put on the stool later. I'll massage you after dinner."
Yang Anjin had severe back pain. He stretched his waist and nodded in agreement.
When they left the house, Zhu Cuilan saw them stop what they were doing and said with a smile, "Are you up? The rice is in the pot. I'll serve it right away. It's still hot."
Yang Anjin used to call her "Auntie" very easily, but it was a bit awkward to change the name suddenly, so he blushed and awkwardly called her "Mom".
"Hey, hey, you're so good. Mommy cooked some brown sugar eggs for you, some salted duck eggs, and some steamed meat dumplings. I'll get them for you right away."
The more Zhu Cuilan looked at her daughter-in-law, the more satisfied she was. She wanted to take out all the delicious food at home. Yang Anjin followed her and said, "Mom, let me help you."
"Hey, okay, be careful with the heat."
While eating at the table, Yang Anjin was too embarrassed to look at Yang Donghu's teasing eyes. Zhao Fangchu was stupid and knew nothing. When Yang Anjin sat down, he put a cushion on the stool like Yang Donghu. He thought he was not feeling well because he was too tired from the wedding yesterday.
"An Jin, what's wrong with you? Is your waist uncomfortable?"
Yang Anjin hadn't sat down on the stool yet, but he stopped in mid-air after hearing what he said. He looked at everyone at the table with some embarrassment.
Zhao Fangyu put his hand on his waist and gave Zhao Fangchu a look to tell him not to talk nonsense.
Zhao Fangchu looked at Zhu Cuilan and Yang Donghu, both of whom had understood what was going on, and began to suspect that these people were hiding some secret from him.
But no one at the table was willing to tell him, Zhao Fangchu couldn't find out, so he gave up and turned his attention to the delicious food on the table, forgetting the matter.
Throughout the meal, Yang Anjin hardly picked up his chopsticks. Whenever he looked at a dish for a second longer, Zhao Fangyu would considerately put it in his bowl.
The small bowls in front of him were piled up like a small mountain. Yang Anjin quickly stopped them: "Enough, enough, this is too much."
"Not much, not much, you eat more." Zhu Cuilan picked up a steamed meat dumpling for him and turned around to pick up one for Yang Donghu. "You eat too. Now one person is feeding two people, so you have to eat more."
"Thank you, mother."
"Why are you being so polite? We are all family now."
Zhu Cuilan’s cooking was delicious, but Yang Anjin’s appetite was not that big. He felt bloated after eating half of the meal. He looked at the food in the bowl with some difficulty.
Zhao Fangyu had been paying attention to his every move. Seeing him poking around with his chopsticks, he knew that he was probably full. After lowering his head to ask Yang Anjin, he took his bowl and finished the remaining food in just a few bites.
Zhu Cuilan, who was a harmonious couple, didn't say much, as it would easily cause trouble. She still had a smiling face and asked, "Are you full?"
Yang Anjin nodded: "Yeah, Mom's cooking is delicious."
"As long as it tastes good, I'll make it for you at noon. What do you want to eat? Braised pork with rice? You didn't get to enjoy the feast yesterday, so I'll make it for you today."
"Okay, thank you, Mom."
Zhao Fangchu suddenly interrupted: "There's also braised chili peppers in soy sauce, which goes really well with rice."
"Okay, let's make the chili peppers too. What do you want to eat, Donghu? Let's make it together for lunch."
Yang Donghu now has a great appetite and can eat anything. Thinking that eating only rice would be boring, he said he wanted to drink soup.
Pork belly is greasy, and if the soup also uses the smell of meat, it might clash with the taste. There is also a whole winter melon in the vegetable cellar. Zhu Cuilan plans to buy a piece of tofu and stew a pot of sweet soup with the winter melon, which is just right to relieve the greasiness.
After deciding on the lunch, Zhu Cuilan poured all the leftovers on the table into the food bowls of the two dogs at home, and broke off a few pieces of dry steamed buns to soak in them.
Yang Anjin followed his mother's advice and learned to be diligent. He wanted to take the dirty dishes back to the kitchen to soak. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and start, he was stopped by Zhao Fangyu: "Don't move, let me do it. If you feel tired, go lie down in the house for a while. If not, talk to Fang Chu and Dong Hu, and I will take care of it."
"Why don't I do it? It's not tiring to clean up the dishes."
Zhao Fangyu was very similar to Zhao Luochuan in some ways; both were stubborn and would not easily change their minds about what they had decided. As the two argued, Zhao Fangchu leaned back on a stool and said slowly, "An Jin, don't argue with my brother. If he wants to go, let him go."
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