Chapter 32: Green Bean Soup Isn’t as Sweet as You

“I made mung bean soup, I cooled it in the well water, and added sugar.” She said with a smile.

“Then you didn’t rest at noon?” He guessed it right away.

“I’ll go back after you finish the mung bean soup.”

“Where did this thermos come from?” He remembered their family’s thermos wasn’t this new.

“I got it from my room in the educated youth point.”

“You’re so silly, you ran back and forth so many times.” He looked at her with a doting smile, he would definitely have to treat her well in the future.

“This one is for the village chief’s family.”

“Just ask Song Wei to deliver it.” Song Jingzhi took five bowls and a thermos to Song Wei, there were five people working in Song Jian’s family, and Song’s eldest son had asked for leave from the factory for the autumn harvest.

The two of them carried the thermos and basket to find Song’s father and mother.

Song’s mother saw that she had come, and was a little helpless, “You, I can’t see you getting tanned.”

“I won’t get tanned, I put on snow cream and wore a straw hat.” She smiled sweetly.

“This snow cream doesn’t protect against the sun.” Song’s mother was amused by her words.

“Well, this mung bean soup is good, it’s cool and refreshing, it’s delicious.” Song’s father had already started drinking.

“It’s also sweet, it has sugar in it.” Song’s mother took a sip of the mung bean soup, her eyes narrowed.

Song Jingzhi also drank a bowl, “Sweet.”

Then he bent down and whispered in her ear, “Not as sweet as you.”

Tang Xiaoxiao blushed, so angry she wanted to hit him.

Song’s mother said with a smile, “You two go home quickly, we’ll finish the work here with your father in a while.”

With Song Jingzhi as a labor force, they only had a little work left today, so Song’s mother asked them to go home together.

There was still half a thermos of mung bean soup left, Tang Xiaoxiao sent it to He Xiaoqian and Xu Zeming.

“Xiaoxiao, you’re amazing, this mung bean soup is so delicious.” He Xiaoqian drank a bowl and licked her lips.

“Thank you.” Xu Zeming thanked them before starting to drink.

They both only drank one bowl and refused to drink any more, after all, it was both mung beans and sugar.

Back home, the first thing Song Jingzhi did was to use well water to apply a compress to her face, and then he took out the snow cream she had left at home.

She put her little face in front of him and let him help her apply the fragrance.

“My hands are rough, I’ll scratch your face later.”

“Okay.” She did feel a lot of calluses when she held his hand, so she didn’t insist.

After she applied the snow cream, he pulled her into the back room and pressed her down on the bed to sit.

“Go to sleep.” He bent down to take off her shoes.

“Don’t, I’ll take them off myself.” After growing up, except for the nurses in the future, no one had ever taken off her shoes for her.

He didn’t answer her, he directly helped her take off her shoes and put her legs on the bed.

“Go to sleep.”

“But I can’t sleep.” She blinked at him with big eyes.

“Should I read to you?”

“No, you’re tired after a day of work, go rest.”

Song Jingzhi moved her a little further into the bed, took off his shoes and got into bed.

“You, you, you…” Tang Xiaoxiao looked at him nervously.

“What are you thinking about?” He tapped her forehead, “Just hug you and close my eyes for a while.”

He helped her lie down, didn’t hug her, just held her small hand, “Go to sleep.”

Tang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, she wasn’t sleepy at all, but holding his warm big hand, she fell asleep soon.

Song Jingzhi looked at her peaceful sleeping face and closed his eyes.

In the field, those with more labor force in their families, one after another, called the scorekeeper to start scoring, including Song’s father and mother.

“Oh, you finished so quickly, you wouldn’t have skimped on the work, would you?” Chen Fengya’s family always called their sons-in-law to help with the autumn harvest, so they were among the first to finish.

“What do you mean, Chen Fengya? Do you mean I’m covering up for them?” The scorekeeper was a young man from the village who had attended high school.

“No, no.” Chen Fengya’s face was full of flattery, she couldn’t offend the scorekeeper, less work points meant less grain.

“We have our son to help, and our daughter-in-law makes meat and mung bean soup with sugar. Unlike some people, their son is nowhere to be seen during the autumn harvest, instead, their son-in-law has to leave his own work to help.”

Song’s mother was not one to suffer losses, she regretted not slapping Chen Fengya twice like her daughter-in-law did last time.

This Chen Fengya actually came to her door again, she really didn’t learn her lesson.

“My son doesn’t do this kind of work, my son will do great things in the future.”

Chen Fengya always believed that her son would be more successful than Song Jingzhi in the future.

He would definitely go to the city to eat rationed food, to be a big official in the city.

“Your son? Don’t be ridiculous.” Before Song’s mother could speak, the villagers nearby laughed.

“Let’s go, go home and cook, don’t tire Xiaoxiao out anymore.” Song’s father pulled Song’s mother’s clothes.

His daughter-in-law was more important than arguing with Chen Fengya.

Over there, Tang Xiaoxiao was woken up by the heat, she didn’t sleep well and had rolled into Song Jingzhi’s arms, one hand was still holding his, the other was resting on his waist.

Actually, Song Jingzhi had already woken up the moment her hand touched him.

Because of his long life as a firefighter, he was a light sleeper, even in deep sleep, the slightest sound would wake him up.

She opened her eyes and saw Song Jingzhi looking at her.

“…”

“This is you throwing yourself into my arms.”

She knew she didn’t sleep well, and quickly tried to pull her hand away, but Song Jingzhi held it tight.

His lips directly covered hers, blocking the words she was about to say.

“Mmm…” She wanted to push him away, but he held her tighter.

“Be good, don’t move, otherwise I can’t guarantee what I’ll do.” His voice was a little hoarse.

A beautiful woman in his arms, and she was the girl he loved.

He wasn’t a sage, how could he not react.

Tang Xiaoxiao was so scared by his words that she didn’t move, letting him hold her tightly.

After a while, she spoke, “Jingzhi gege, are you done?”

“Yeah.” Song Jingzhi let go of her, kissed her forehead, and got up.

He went out of the room, washed his face several times with the cool well water, before returning to the room.

“I’m going to cook.” When he entered the room, Tang Xiaoxiao had already gotten up and made the bed.

“Let me do it, you can teach me.”

He couldn’t let his wife cook every day, so he had to learn.

“Okay.” She nodded with a smile.

When Song’s father and mother came back, they saw their future daughter-in-law instructing their son on how to cook in the kitchen.

They quickly washed their hands, Song’s mother went to the kitchen to help with the fire, and Song’s father was busy with other things.

“From now on, as long as Jingzhi is not on a mission, Xiaoxiao, you let him cook. In our family and your uncle’s family, there is no reason why only women should cook.”

“Chairman said that women can hold up half the sky, why is it still the old society’s way of thinking now, women should cook and take care of children, then don’t let women work in the fields, work and earn money.”

Tang Xiaoxiao thought Song’s mother made a lot of sense, but this kind of old thinking, even in the future, some people couldn’t change it.