The meal was over quickly, and after eating and drinking, everyone sat in the yard and chatted.
Zhao Fangyu and Zhao He were talking to Zhu Cuilan about the wages for the past half month. Zhao Fangchu's mind and eyes were full of chestnut cakes. He was just waiting for his mother to say that it was edible so that he could go into the house to get it.
Yang Donghu sat aside, looking up at the stars in the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhao Luochuan sat aside and looked at Yang Donghu. Yang Donghu had been timid before, and he had never looked closely at what Yang Donghu looked like. Today, after a closer look, he found that although his husband did not look bright and majestic, he was also very handsome.
Yang Donghu was too thin, with little flesh on his cheeks. Zhao Luochuan thought: He must take good care of himself in the future, as he would definitely look better with some flesh on his face.
Yang Donghu could feel the gazes from the side, but he no longer felt the initial awkwardness, nor did he feel the initial fear when facing Zhao Luochuan.
His sexual orientation is innate. To be honest, Zhao Luochuan simply fits his aesthetic taste, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long legs and a tall stature, and a body of muscular muscles developed from doing physical work.
If this happened in modern times, it would surely fascinate a large number of people.
But in today's world, only those who can't lift or carry anything are popular, and those with fair and tender skin are only those who are carefully raised by rich families and are liked by young girls. This best reflects the concept of being pampered.
Yang Donghu did not avoid him this time. He met his gaze and smiled at him.
Zhao Luochuan was completely unprepared and was caught off guard by his smile. He was stunned for a moment.
In the dark night, both of their ears turned red.
Zhu Cuilan called Zhao Luochuan over, and Zhao Fangchu finally opened the chestnut cake he had been longing for and hurried over to share it with Yang Donghu.
Zhu Cuilan took out the money she earned today from the basket and handed it to Zhao Luochuan, saying, "Dachuan, this is the money Donghu earned from selling hawthorns today. Please keep it and give it to him. I'm afraid he won't want it if I give it to him directly."
"Auntie, this won't do. You bought all the sugar, I can't take it." Zhao Luochuan refused to take the money.
Seeing his resolute attitude, Zhu Cuilan thought for a moment and said, "Then how about this, we each take half. You and Donghu still have your own lives to live, so you should be more clear about the calculations."
Zhao Luochuan couldn't refuse anymore, so he smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
Zhu Cuilan knew in her heart that Zhao Luochuan and she were as close as family, but they were not family after all. They didn't care much about the amount of money, and it would be better if they didn't have any grudges over such things in the future.
"Good boy, live a good life with Donghu in the future. You are a hunter and you can make more money than a farmer. Donghu is a man with ideas, so you will definitely be right." Zhu Cuilan patted Zhao Luochuan's arm and instructed him in a gentle voice.
Zhao Luochuan nodded: "I understand, aunt."
He called Yang Donghu, said goodbye to his uncle and aunt, and returned to his own yard.
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