Chapter 50: Opportunities Are Given to Those Who Are Prepared

Han Shimin grumbled, “A couple of meals of meat, we can still afford that!”

Over five hundred yuan—after the family split, that was enough for him to be considered well-off in the village.

Li Xia rolled her eyes dramatically. “Go away, go away!”

“If you’re not going to buy any, then stop bothering me. I’m going to sleep some more!” Han Shimin muttered.

Li Xia didn’t bother with him, but she couldn’t get back to sleep herself. She got up and came out, finding Han Shiguo already rolling out the dumpling wrappers. She asked, “Shiguo, are you making dumplings?”

“Mm.” Han Shiguo glanced at her, his movements swift and efficient.

Once he finished rolling out the dumpling wrappers, he began to fill and fold the dumplings. When he finished the last few in his hands, he put them into the pot to cook.

After the dumplings were ready, he took a bowl to his parents, and the rest he brought back to their room. As for Li Xia, who had been eagerly waiting for some, sorry, there wasn’t a drop of broth left from the dumplings.

Jiang Qian had already woken up, though she was still lounging in bed. When she saw Han Shiguo enter, a smile appeared in her eyes.

Han Shiguo leaned in and kissed her. “Wife, get up and eat while it’s still hot. I’ll make you chicken stew for lunch!”

They had been given one chicken and a few eggs as part of their share in the family split.

Jiang Qian smiled as she looked at him. “Doesn’t your mom say anything about the way you’re living?”

“We’ve split the family, so how we live is none of her business,” Han Shiguo replied matter-of-factly. “Besides, when we go back tomorrow, we’ll pack our things and leave. The chicken can’t be kept anyway.”

What he said was true—every household knew exactly how many chickens they had.

Jiang Qian stretched lazily, then got up to brush her teeth and wash her face. She ran into Li Xia, her sister-in-law, and they exchanged a polite “Good morning,” though neither of them meant it.

Once she finished getting ready, Jiang Qian came back to eat breakfast.

It had to be said—Han Shiguo was truly skilled in the kitchen.

Yesterday’s buns were especially fragrant and delicious, and today’s dumplings were just as good.

Each one had thin skin and generous filling, and the seasoning was perfect. They tasted absolutely amazing!

Jiang Qian even drank the soup, not leaving a drop behind!

“If I get pregnant and my belly gets too big to cook, will you make meals and dumplings for me?” Jiang Qian asked, looking at him after finishing her meal.

What man could resist such a request?

Of course, Han Shiguo didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and kissed her little oil-slicked lips. “When the time comes, whatever you want to eat, I’ll make for you. I learned a thing or two in the mess hall, I can handle pretty much anything!”

Jiang Qian hugged him tightly, not letting go. “Did I strike it rich with you?”

Faced with such sweet words, Han Shiguo was defenseless, almost crumbling under the charm!

In the end, he proudly took the dishes to wash, while Jiang Qian continued to lie on the bed like a lazy fish.

If this were in the modern world, someone might say, “With such a knack for being coquettish, doesn’t she worry about her life?”

But Han Shiguo loved it. He was completely taken by it.

Not even two days into their marriage, and his temper had already been softened by his lazy fish of a wife. After washing up, Han Shiguo started boiling water, preparing to slaughter the chicken.

Next door, Li Xia was boiling sweet potatoes. Seeing Han Shiguo getting busy again, she couldn’t help but ask, “Shiguo, why are you boiling water again?”

“To slaughter a chicken, I’m going to cook it for my wife to help her recover her strength.”

Li Xia: “…” Was this still considered living a normal life?

First, he went out early to buy meat and made dumplings, and now he was slaughtering a chicken to boost her health. At this rate, was there even a life left to live?

But Han Shiguo didn’t care what his sister-in-law thought. Once the water was ready, he went ahead and slaughtered the chicken.

The loud cries of the chicken echoed through the entire yard, so even Han Shiguo’s parents, Han Shiguo and his mother, knew what was going on.

However, just as Han Shiguo had said, since they had already separated the households, his parents didn’t say a word about it.