Wu Mazi was seething with anger and couldn’t help cursing out loud, "An Jing and Xiao Changyi, those two grudge-holders, deserve to die childless!"
If An Jing knew Wu Mazi’s thoughts at this moment, she would definitely laugh so hard she couldn’t straighten her waist. She was doing it for the good of her husband, after all! Who the hell did Wu Mazi think he was?
Meanwhile, An Jing and Xiao Changyi had already returned home.
Yesterday, after confirming they would go to town to buy a cow today, they set up a cattle shed.
The cattle shed was very rudimentary and had no defensive measures, but that was because there was simply no need. In the Xiyun Kingdom, cattle theft and harm were serious crimes; even if the people of Jiuping Village were green with envy, they wouldn’t dare to target their cow.
After unloading the cart, Xiao Changyi led the cow into the shed.
An Jing stood outside watching until Xiao Changyi tied up the cow and walked out of the shed. Then, with a beaming smile, she said, "Husband, we finally have a cow~"
"Mhm," Xiao Changyi nodded, and at the same time, he stretched out a hand toward her.
An Jing immediately placed her own hand on top of his, and then, their fingers intertwined, holding tightly.
Both of their hearts, filled to the brim.
At noon, they had a quick bite to eat. The pork bones were only started to stew at the hour of shen in the afternoon.
After stewing for over an hour, An Jing finally took the pot off the fire.
An Jing, the first in the Xiyun Kingdom to waste so much firewood stewing bone soup , was unheard of among the farmers.
Luckily, the only family An Jing had now was Xiao Changyi, who couldn’t pamper her enough, let alone blame her for wasting so much firewood. Xiao Changyi would simply gather more firewood silently for his wife to burn.
Because it had stewed long enough, all the nutrients from the bones were extracted, and the aroma of the bone soup was particularly rich. The scent wafted out of the kitchen, then out of the courtyard, reaching the nearby villagers. While drooling, they cursed in their hearts that An Jing and Xiao Changyi wouldn’t let them sleep properly, creating such a delicious smell so late at night.
Indeed, it was already dark.
And An Jing and Xiao Changyi were sitting in the kitchen, sipping the fragrant bone soup by the light of an oil lamp.
"Husband, is it tasty?" An Jing looked at Xiao Changyi with a face that seemed to be seeking praise.
"Shall I stew it for you again in the future?"
An Jing’s eyes twinkled, and she simply stopped sitting across from Xiao Changyi. Instead, she stood up, walked around the table, and sat on the same bench, right next to Xiao Changyi.
Xiao Changyi simply freed one arm to wrap around An Jing’s waist.
An Jing didn’t speak either, just staring at Xiao Changyi, giggling uncontrollably.
His wife was always so spirited. Xiao Changyi unconsciously lowered his head and gently rubbed his forehead against hers.
"You’re too reserved," An Jing teased with a grin.
Xiao Changyi didn’t say a word, just took a sip of the bone soup and held it in his mouth, then pressed his lips against An Jing’s, feeding her. The soup flowed into her mouth with a burst of freshness, and she swallowed it unconsciously.
An Jing’s inner monologue: A promising youth indeed~
The next day, An Jing and Xiao Changyi took their own ox cart to the town to sell fermented tofu. When they passed the entrance to Jiuping Village, Wu Mazi was leading his yellow ox cart, trying to attract passengers.
The large water buffalo walking past the small yellow ox was an immediate comparison of superior and inferior status, which left Wu Mazi feeling extremely frustrated.
And An Jing and Xiao Changyi didn’t even give Wu Mazi a glance from start to finish. An insignificant person was not worth their attention.
An Jing and Xiao Changyi still planned to set up a stall in the West Market, so they parked the cart in the designated area of West Market and then carried the fermented tofu to claim an even better stall spot than before.