Song Demin nodded, placed the food on the table, and said to Nangong Yu, "I've heated up the food for you. Have some first."
Nangong Yu nodded and began to eat heartily.
"Thank you, Uncle."
He was really hungry after chopping firewood for so long.
Song Demin said, "Ali, you haven't eaten yet, have something too."
Just as Song Yuli was about to shake her head in refusal, she saw Nangong Yu give her a disapproving look, then she pursed her lips and sat down next to Nangong Yu.
"Thank you, Uncle."
...
After the two finished eating, Song Demin went to wash the dishes, while Song Yuli pulled Nangong Yu under the incandescent light and took out a tiny needle.
Song Yuli said with concern, "It might hurt, just bear with it, it'll be over soon."
Nangong Yu nodded: "Okay, let's begin."
Song Yuli then took Nangong Yu's hand and began to remove the blisters one by one.
When the needle pierced his skin, Nangong Yu's expression remained normal; he didn't even flinch.
Song Yuli was finally relieved.
It was half an hour later when I finished treating the blisters on Nangong Yu's palms.
Looking at his hand, which was wrapped up like a steamed bun, Nangong Yu couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're wrapped up so much, I won't be able to take a shower later."
Song Yuli pursed his lips and almost instinctively said, "I'll help you wash!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuli realized what he had said. Feeling Nangong Yu's meaningful gaze, Song Yuli bit off his tongue.
Damn, that'll teach you to be so quick-witted ....
Nangong Yu gave Song Yuli a cryptic look before arriving at Wang Guiqin's room.
"Grandma, I've chopped all the firewood."
After a while, Wang Guiqin's slightly aged voice came from the room: "Okay, I understand. You should get some rest. Tomorrow morning, get up early and fill the water tank in the yard, then feed the pigs half-pig feed."
As soon as Wang Guiqin finished speaking, Song Yuli said unwillingly, "But Grandma, his palms are blistered. Can't we let him rest properly tomorrow?"
Nangong Yu held Song Yuli's small hand and shook his head at her, but Song Yuli stubbornly looked at him.
She really felt sorry for him.
In her eyes, Nangong Yu was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and must have been spoiled since childhood, never having done such rough work. This could be seen from his smooth, large hands.
But ever since he came to their house, Nangong Yu's smooth, large hands have disappeared. They've developed blisters and calluses.
After a long while, an impatient voice came from inside the room: "Do it or don't, it's up to you."
Song Yuli knew that Wang Guiqin was angry, but she still wanted to try to stand up for Nangong Yu. Just as she was about to speak, Nangong Yu covered her mouth.
"Grandma, I understand."
After saying that, he pulled Song Yuli upstairs to the second floor.
"Why are you stopping me? Your hand is all messed up. How are you going to work tomorrow? Grandma is really something, how could she do this?"
Song Yuli sat on the bed, his brows furrowed.
Hearing Song Yuli's complaints, Nangong Yu couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Who told me to take a liking to Grandma's most precious granddaughter? Before you marry me, Grandma will definitely give me a good beating."
Song Yuli pursed his lips, and after a long while muttered softly, "But we can't do it like this."
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