Chapter 488: Chapter 485
She felt this place was Heaven.
What Lu Xiao had brought back was indeed food, the finest cured meat, which his mother had spent several months preparing. He had brought it over before and stored it outside.
A purple clay pot was still simmering chicken soup.
“Starving, right? Just hold on a little longer, and it will be ready,”
Wen Xian watched him slicing the cured meat. She walked up behind him, took a deep breath, and hugged him tightly with her petite body.
“Hmm? What’s up?” Lu Xiao turned his head and asked her.
But Wen Xian slowly said, “Nothing much, I just wanted to hold you .”
Actually, humans really are complex creatures.
Lu Xiao didn’t know that this was the scene she had once fantasized about, seemingly plain and simple but filled with countless moments of happiness and sweetness.
Wen Xian just held him from behind, her cheek pressed against his sturdy back.
She truly was the happiest woman in the world.
Holding him, Wen Xian’s eyes wandered around the cabin, genuinely curious about how Lu Xiao had managed to create such a lovely little cottage that was cozy yet spacious enough for two.
Speaking again, she looked around the small cabin and asked, “Darling, why isn’t it cold even though this is a wooden house?”
Indeed, given Qinghai’s low temperatures, and with no stove inside to heat it up, the interior could still reach around twenty degrees Celsius. She had thought that a house made of this material might be colder than a concrete building, but it was not so.
Hearing her question, Lu Xiao chuckled softly and said,
“Who told you wooden houses are cold? Actually, wood has a low thermal conductivity, which lowers its heat transfer capacity and enhances the insulation in the house.”
This is due to the principle of interlayer insulation and air barriers used in wooden constructions, where the walls of a wooden structure act like the inner lining of a thermos, whereas traditional brick or cement walls are more like glass cups, poor in insulation and less effective at releasing moisture.
Wen Xian listened, half understanding, never realizing how much science was behind it.
Moreover, the spot Lu Xiao had chosen was not far from the road but still secluded enough to avoid easy detection, and there was even ample cell phone signal.
He had considered everything from the cabin’s location to living convenience.
Wen Xian admired him even more now.
With such a man, even if they were to go back to basics overnight, she wasn’t afraid. With him, she would have meat to eat.
The chicken soup was ready. Wen Xian moved to lift the lid, but he unceremoniously swatted her hand away.
She immediately looked at him with a grievance, while Lu Xiao helplessly sighed and told her, “Step aside, who touches the lid directly with their hands? I’m really starting to doubt that the bowl of egg and persimmon flour soup I had at your place was the only thing you can cook.”
Not even knowing this basic kitchen safety, did she want to burn her hand severely? At the time, she still acted like a virtuous wife and good mother.
So, he had been deceived by her, right?
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian immediately felt embarrassed, her face flushed with shyness, but she still wouldn’t admit it, her eyes flickering as she stuttered, “Don’t talk nonsense. I, I can make other dishes too.”
Lu Xiao had already opened the lid with a wet cloth, ladled a bowl of soup for her, and casually asked,
“Really? That seems I wronged you. What else can you make?”
Wen Xian stood beside him, her loose sleeves hiding her hands behind her back—