The next day, as dawn barely broke, Xu Qigang looked at his little wife sleeping soundly in his arms and for the first ti skipped his morning workout. The handso severity on his face had lessened, replaced instead by affection and deep love.
Before now, he couldn’t even imagine it. The workout routine he had adhered to for over a decade had never been disrupted, yet today was an exception.
"Morning!" He greeted cheerfully. Today was the third-day return visit, otherwise, he really wished she could stay in bed forever.
"..." Sheng Ning opened her mouth, feeling like her entire body was about to be ripped apart.
"Drink so water!" Xu Qigang got up and brought her so water he had already poured, checked the temperature to ensure it was drinkable, and tenderly helped her finish it. "How is it? Feeling better?"
Sheng Ning glared at him, "Tonight, you’re sleeping on the floor."
Xu Qigang gently patted her head, "I heard you had so trouble in the village yesterday."
"How did the word spread so fast?" He had only co back in the middle of the night, and yet he knew? "Was it very embarrassing?"
"Not at all!" Xu Qigang’s handso face suddenly beca very serious, and his deep eyes sharpened, patting her back. "What did I tell you? I told you not to pick up a knife, and yet you did."
"I... I didn’t!" Sheng Ning defended herself, "I was just returning soone else’s kitchen knife. Besides, even if I was going to fight, I wouldn’t use a kitchen knife—that’s so lacking in style!"
"What did you say? Say it again!" Xu Qigang asked with furrowed brows.
It was only then that Sheng Ning realized she had blurted out her inner thoughts, cursing her slip, "Nothing, really nothing! By the way, aren’t you getting up?"
Xu Qigang shook his head in resignation, following her topic, "Up? You sleep a bit longer, I’ll go prepare the washing water for you before you get up."
"That’s not good, is it?" If it got out that her own man was preparing her wash water, she’d probably be drowned in saliva.
"It’s fine!" Xu Qigang didn’t take it to heart at all, made sure she was covered with the blanket, dressed, and went out.
In the hall, Xu Xianxiong was preparing gifts, with a pile on the floor. White sugar, fruit, cigarettes, happy wine, and candies. All of this was for the third-day return visit, the more the daughter-in-law brought back, the more it showed how much her in-laws liked her.
"Dad, morning!"
Xu Xianxiong, with a cigarette in his mouth, glanced up at his son, and gruffly said, "Not so early anymore! Have one." He then took out his own cigarettes from his pocket.
Xu Qigang took it, lit it with his dad’s cigarette, and father and son began to smoke together, simultaneously bonding.
It’s said that Xu Qigang picked up smoking from his dad as a kid. Every ti Xu Xianxiong smoked, he’d offer his son, ’Want one? Are you sure you don’t want one?’
And thus, it beca a father-son duo act. To this day, there has never been a more unreliable father than Xu Xianxiong, scolded by Zhao Lanzi so many tis and yet never seen to correct his ways.
"Go out for a bit?" Xu Qigang flicked off so ash, suggesting.
Xu Xianxiong’s eyes lit up, nodding his head vigorously with a fierce smile, "Sure! Let’s go now."
So the father and son jogged around the village, the reputation of the King Yan father and son being so formidable that even children would be frightened into tears. If any child cried at night, just ntioning Little Yama was sure to stop them from crying.
So the father and son jogged around the village, the reputation of the King Yan father and son being so formidable that even children would be frightened into tears. If any child cried at night, just ntioning Little Yama was sure to stop them from crying.
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