Cheng Hanyan felt very uncomfortable being stared at by him, and wished he could drop his hoe and leave immediately.
With a sullen breath, he turned over all the soil, turned around and went into the kitchen to put the hoe.
Turning around, Song Yutong brought a bowl of cool water to him.
"Thank you for your hard work, husband." Cheng Hanyan looked at her with a flattering look on her face. She was neither good nor bad.
In the end, I still couldn't get past those seductive eyes.
Seeing Cheng Hanyan take the water bowl, Song Yutong breathed a sigh of relief and asked.
"Husband, are you angry after hearing what my father said?"
"I knew from the beginning that you didn't want to marry me. I knew that if it weren't for an accident, you would not be willing to have children with me. These are things I have known for a long time. Why should I be angry?"
Cheng Hanyan put down the bowl, turned around and left the kitchen.
The words he spoke seemed not to be angry, but the tone of his words and actions clearly showed that he was angry.
"But that was who I was before, not who I am now!" Song Yutong said behind Cheng Hanyan.
"The confused me before is dead. Now I am a new me. The only person I have ever liked from the beginning to the end is you."
"Why should you be angry with me who has always oppressed you and your son, me who has always wanted to leave you, me who you never cared about before."
"Aren't you making yourself unhappy? Besides, the past things are in the past and people have to look forward. Now I no longer want to be a young mistress." Song Yutong comforted him.
But it was these words of comfort that aroused Cheng Hanyan's suspicion. He suddenly turned around and looked at Song Yutong with a scrutinizing gaze and asked.
"Are you really still Song Yutong?"
Just such a sentence made the hairs on Song Yutong's body stand up, and a chill shot up from the soles of his feet.
There was a sense of horror that Cheng Hanyan was about to discover his identity.
However, before she could think of words to defend herself, she heard the man lower his head and speak slowly.
"Forget it, it's not you who I care about before."
Cheng Hanyan turned around and went to the Tsuchiya, took a change of clothes and went to the river to take a bath.
After Song Yutong realized the meaning of his words, a strong joyful and sweet emotion rose in her heart.
She covered her little heart that was beating wildly, looking at the man's strong back, she suddenly felt that her whole body was light and airy.
When she returned to the earthen house, Naiduanzi was already sleeping soundly.
She was not sleepy at the moment, so she found the cloth from before, cut it according to Cheng Hanyan's body shape, and sewed it.
The first few stitches were a bit ugly and crooked, but after a while Song Yutong started to use them, and the stitches became more and more fine.
When Cheng Hanyan came back, he saw Song Yutong as a good wife and mother.
He secretly thought in his heart that as long as Song Yutong could stay like this and never go back, he would be willing to accept her as a monster.
Song Yutong didn't know what Cheng Hanyan was thinking about.
When she looked up, she saw the man staring at her with burning eyes, feeling somewhat satisfied.
Although Cheng Hanyan is wearing a coarse cloth, his tall and built physique clearly belongs to the type of person who looks thin when dressed but looks fat when undressed.
That face has clear facial features, bright eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, thin lips and white teeth, which is so attractive.
With this appearance and physique, there is no one in the entertainment industry who looks so pure and good-looking.
When he doesn't speak, he is like the innocent banished immortal, with his own aura and aura of nobility, and he doesn't look like a young man from a farm family.
After all, the vanity in my heart is greatly satisfied when a perfect man stares at her affectionately.
"I will accompany you to Xiaohe Village tomorrow." Seeing that Song Yutong was caught, Cheng Hanyan coughed twice and spoke a little unnaturally.
"Of course that's great, then why don't you take the baby with you?" Song Yutong glanced at Nai Duanzi, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and her heart softened.
"No, I will send baby Song to my father-in-law's house early tomorrow morning. If there is a famine in Xiaohe Village, the place will be in chaos, and it will be easy to get into trouble if you take the child there."
Cheng Hanyan's words made sense. Song Yutong nodded in agreement, but she didn't expect this.
"Do you have to pass through the county to go to Xiaohe Village?" Song Yutong suddenly remembered such a thing based on the original owner's vague memory.
Cheng Hanyan looked at Song Yutong and his eyes instantly became a little wary.
Li Hao is the eldest son of the county magistrate's family and lives in the county.
"Husband, don't think too much. There's a famine over there and she must have no food to eat. I'm thinking of bringing her some food when we pass through the county."
After Song Yutong explained this, Cheng Hanyan relaxed.
Most things in the county are more expensive than in the town, even rice and grain. If the famine there becomes more serious, if you bring the grain there, you may be robbed on the road.
"I'll ask your eldest sister tomorrow if it's possible to take her back to your parents' house to live with her for a while."
"It's easier to take care of her at your parents' house. If you send her rice and food, other refugees won't take it away. It's much better than being isolated and helpless in Xiaohe Village."
Song Yutong felt that Cheng Hanyan's words were reasonable. This man's mind was moving very fast.
We haven't gone over to understand the general situation, but we already have policies in place to deal with it.
"I'll do as you say, husband, you are such a clever little kid." Song Yutong put down the needle and thread in her hand, rushed forward, and gave Cheng Hanyan a big hug.
Cheng Hanyan didn't quite understand the term "little clever ghost", but from the literal meaning, he probably knew that Song Yutong was praising himself for being smart.
After Song Yutong was taken by Cheng Hanyan to take a nap for half an hour, the man went up to the mountains to hunt.
Song Yutong picked up the clothes that had not yet been sewn and threaded them with stitches. Naituanzi had already led a group of friends who had nothing to do to pick up animal feces and throw them into the field cleared by Cheng Hanyan's family at the foot of the back hill.
It was almost evening, and Song Yutong saw that it was getting late, so she washed the brown rice and put it into the pot to make cucumbers and spicy and sour potato shreds.
Just as two cucumbers appeared out of thin air in his hand, Cheng Hanyan burst in with a little pheasant in his hand.
Song Yutong was immediately startled, and she didn't know if Cheng Hanyan had seen her just conjure a cucumber out of thin air.
"You, you, you, why didn't you say anything when you came back?" She stammered, looking very guilty at first glance.
Cheng Hanyan looked at her curiously for a while.
"The food you cook is so delicious, it turns out you are too focused."
After hearing what Cheng Hanyan said, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then she saw the man shaking the little pheasant in his hand.
"I happened to catch it when I saw it on the mountain. Didn't you say you were going to make chicken stewed with mushrooms?"