le should help each other. Since the little girl is willing to bring me grilled fish, I'll eat it.""You..." Old Man Tang wanted to say something."Stop dawdling, quickly finish your eel congee so I can...Some people also smoke wild boar meat.

Ning Yuan returned to the cowshed hut, Rong Zhaonan came back earlier than her —

Today, a group of villagers went up the mountain to chop wood and also wanted to catch wild boars. As a result, they didn't catch any wild boars, but instead, one rolled down the mountain, injuring each person slightly. They all came to Rong Zhaonan here for treatment.

So Rong Zhaonan didn't have to go down to the fields in the afternoon, he helped treat people's wounds all the time and just swept the cowshed.

When Ning Yuan came back, Rong Zhaonan had already cooked sweet potato porridge—their staple food.

"Tonight, we can stir-fry river prawns and eat fish." Ning Yuan was holding a fish basket full of river prawns and four or five palm-sized fish.

She went to the riverbank to collect her crab traps today. There were quite a few crabs and small fish in the traps.

Having been reborn to the late 1970s, she resolutely refused to live a life of hardship and frugality that led to hunger.

Rong Zhaonan naturally took the fish basket from her hand and said softly, "I'll go kill the fish. You wash your hands and feet first, have a rest, we're going up the mountain tonight."

Watching Rong Zhaonan's natural movements, Ning Yuan didn't know how the four words "marital daily life" popped into her mind.

Her ears flushed, and she quickly turned to wash her hands and feet.

Well, she's going to be a nun and run a business in this life, mustn't be tempted by men!

Besides, Rong Zhaonan wasn't someone she should or could think about much. He later married a woman from a suitable family.

Seeing Ning Yuan run away like a startled rabbit again.

Rong Zhao's gaze was cold, did he look terrifying Or had she truly been frightened last night.

Such a low psychological quality, tsk, useless.

After dinner, the two went up the mountain together.

Inside the cave, the firewood used for smoking the meat had already died out, and the wild boar meat was not yet smoked.

So the two of them continued to build a fire and smoke the meat.

Ning Yuan stared at the meat as it sizzled and smoked over the fire, its aroma of barbecue filling her nostrils. She swallowed hard, trying to divert her attention by adding more wood to the flames.

Suddenly, a long hand reached over and offered several skewers of grilled meat: "Want to try some"

Ning Yuan was taken aback and realized that Rong Zhaonan had effortlessly skewered a few pieces of meat and grilled them to perfection.

Ning Yuan's heart felt a little warm, and she smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Rong Zhaonan looked at her big, bright eyes sparkling in the firelight. He turned his face away and said lightly, "I'm not roasting this for you, I'm roasting it for myself. If I have leftovers, I'll give you two skewers."

Ning Yuan: "？"

She didn't seem to say anything, why is Rong Da laozi explaining things to himself

"Okay," she said, nodding indifferently.

Ning Yuan was eating the fragrant skewers of meat, and looking at the shiny half-finished smoked meat, she suddenly said: "Let's smoke the meat well, make it look good, and I'll go to the county town to sell some of it for money."

Now that she has tickets, she needs to go into the city to exchange them for food rations. She can also sell the meat she has to make money, which will allow her to buy many things to improve her life.

Rong Zhaonan frowned slightly: "If you get caught selling flesh on the black market, it won't be good for you."

Writing a reprimand is too light; it needs to be stricter. She could get arrested, especially since she's now the "wife" of this reformed gangster.

Ning Yuan ate the last skewer of meat, savoring the taste and licking her lips: "I'll be careful, otherwise, I'll be poor forever."

Either you open up and adapt, or you die trying. Those who are brave will survive, while the timid will perish.

Rong Zhaonan's cold gaze swept over her slightly oily lips, and suddenly he seemed absentminded.

How come she eats everything so dishonestly, like a rabbit or a cat, nibbling and then using her little tongue to lick her lips. Is the meat that fragrant

Even her lips look delicious...

Rong Zhaonan felt that he was also a little hungry.

He casually skewered two more pieces of meat and grilled them over the fire.more harsh drags of his cigarette, and then stubbed it out on the ground.Rong Zhaonan lifted his eyes to look at the black silk-like sky. His gaze slowly recovered its coldness and he turned to go to...