An Jing and Xiao Changyi did not return at noon, so they ate the buns they had steamed that morning, along with a bowl of bamboo shoots.
They had dried lots of bamboo shoots and black fungus for storage, so they weren’t at all worried about running out of vegetables. It was just that eating bamboo shoots and black fungus every day was starting to become nauseating. Now An Jing would only eat a little and give the rest to Xiao Changyi.
"Husband, don’t you get tired of it?" An Jing watched Xiao Changyi finishing off the large half bowl of bamboo shoots left and asked curiously.
Xiao Changyi didn’t say whether he was tired of it or not; he just said lightly, "Think about the food I used to make."
When An Jing thought of Xiao Changyi’s cooking, which either lacked oil and salt or tasted terrible even with them, she could not help but let out a chuckle, "No wonder you don’t get tired of eating."
Gently stroking Xiao Changyi’s head, An Jing then said, "Husband, don’t worry, I won’t let you cook in the future." She didn’t want to torture their stomachs any longer.
"Hmm," Xiao Changyi replied softly while freeing one hand to stroke An Jing’s head in return.
An Jing was amused and couldn’t help but remark, "So patting heads is your exclusive right, huh?"
"Not really," Xiao Changyi replied with an unchanged expression. "I just prefer your head to be touched only by me." He enjoyed stroking her head because it made him feel her submissiveness, and she, would only be submissive to him alone.
"Nonsense," An Jing glanced at him sidelong, "you’re my husband, of course, only you can touch my head. If anyone else dares, watch me chop off their hands!"
Xiao Changyi was very pleased and his lips curved slightly, "Hm."
"So let me stroke your head in the future, okay?" An Jing asked in a negotiating tone.
She had once had a dog at home, and she liked to pat it whenever she could. Every time he stroked her head, she felt an irresistible urge to stroke his head just like she did with her dog.
But touching a man’s head seemed a bit weird, so she had always refrained from doing so.
Xiao Changyi fell silent for a moment before saying, "You better not."
"Why not?" An Jing immediately followed up, very curious, her eyes shining with interest.
Xiao Changyi fell silent again then said in a low voice, "It feels like you are patting a dog."
An Jing: "..." Her husband’s intuition was really accurate!
"Heh heh..." An Jing let out an embarrassed chuckle before admitting, "Just now I really was patting you like my family’s dog; I had a dog in my previous world."
Seeing Xiao Changyi at a loss for words about how to respond, An Jing couldn’t contain her laughter, "Don’t be like that, if it’s such a big deal, I just won’t stroke your head anymore."
Xiao Changyi immediately replied, "Hm."
"Pfft~" An Jing burst into laughter, unconsciously patting Xiao Changyi on the shoulder. She had planned to tease Xiao Changyi some more, but her gaze inadvertently caught sight of the fresh red on her hand and the smile on her face instantaneously vanished.
Her hand had just touched Xiao Changyi’s shoulder, so the fresh red must have come from him.
Looking at the fresh red on her hand, An Jing was completely stunned.
His back was drenched in sweat, making the fabric on his shoulder look darker, which she had taken for just being wet from sweat, not paying it much mind. Unexpectedly, it wasn’t sweat, but... blood.
His shoulder was bleeding, and it was obvious that it was caused by pulling the plow with ropes.
As soon as Xiao Changyi saw that An Jing had noticed the blood on his shoulder, he hurriedly put the bowls and chopsticks back into the basket, pulled An Jing into his embrace, and softly comforted, "Jing Er, I’m okay."