Even if the winter wind outside was biting, even if the room was pitch black, the atmosphere between the two was very warm and beautiful.
Happiness sometimes really is simple—I talk, you listen.
Even though they had decided to open a rice shop next year, An Jing and Xiao Changyi still tended to the terraced fields, and the ditches were still dug as usual.
By the eighteenth of November, An Jing and Xiao Changyi had about eight acres of mountain land, and a quarter of the irrigation ditches were dug.
Early that day, Xiao Changyi went to Sixteen Town, and when he returned, he had two taels of white flour in his hand.
An Jing, looking at the white flour in Xiao Changyi’s hand, was a little puzzled, "What did you buy white flour for?"
Xiao Changyi said, "Today is your birthday, I’m making you longevity noodles."
Only then did An Jing remember that today was her birthday, and coincidentally, it was the same day as Lin Anjing’s birthday.
"Husband, you really keep me in your heart, I totally forgot." Saying so, An Jing happily kissed Xiao Changyi on the lips.
Xiao Changyi said, "It doesn’t matter if you forgot, as long as I remember."
An Jing was even happier.
Xiao Changyi not only made longevity noodles for An Jing, but he also slaughtered a chicken, though he wasn’t very good at cooking it, and An Jing helped him out.
Despite helping out herself, An Jing was still very happy. That feeling of being cared for was not just wonderful—it was extremely wonderful.
When Xiao Changyi placed the longevity noodles in front of An Jing, the first bite she picked up with her chopsticks was instinctively sent towards Xiao Changyi’s mouth.
An Jing always did this, and Xiao Changyi was used to it, but this time, Xiao Changyi didn’t open his mouth to eat but said, "Today you are the birthday star, you should eat the first bite."
Only then did An Jing obediently eat the first bite, and after praising Xiao Changyi for the tasty longevity noodles, she picked up another mouthful of noodles for Xiao Changyi.
This time, Xiao Changyi opened his mouth and ate the noodles.
"Husband, is it just some tasty food for me to eat, don’t you have a birthday gift for me?" An Jing asked while eating the noodles.
Xiao Changyi, with little expression on his face, said lightly, "My heart is for you, is that enough?"
An Jing was instantly sweetened to the core, her heart was as sweet as anything, and her smile immense, "That’s enough, of course, that’s enough, your heart is incomparable to any gift."
Then Xiao Changyi finally curled his lips into a slight smile, but still went to get the prepared gift for An Jing—it was two grasshoppers woven from straw.
These straw-woven grasshoppers even had long antennae and looked just like the real thing, very lifelike.
An Jing liked the two grasshoppers very much. In the past, she had received birthday gifts, but they were all bought with money, none of them as heartfelt as this one now.
However, she knowingly asked, "Why make two? One is enough."
Xiao Changyi immediately explained seriously, "One is you, one is me, naturally we need two. Two also signifies pairs, good things come in pairs, it has a better meaning."
An Jing felt even sweeter inside, but still deliberately said, "Who compares themselves to a grasshopper like you do?"
Xiao Changyi fell silent for a moment before honestly replying, "I can only weave grasshoppers."
An Jing was startled at first, then burst into laughter, and then happily said, "Husband, if you are a grasshopper, I’m willing to become one too. You know, I want to be with you forever."
Xiao Changyi finally smiled again.
After eating the noodles, An Jing was a bit full to eat chicken, but since her husband had made it, she still ate quite a bit.