On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

In fact, I can feel that the man's strength is much lighter, but it still hurts. It's that kind of sore, swollen and numb feeling, like someone has ants digging into your flesh and blood.

"It hurts, it hurts, take it easy! Ah, it hurts to death..."

In the wing room, Ling Chunhua looked at her father with round eyes, "Father, what are they doing, auntie?"

Ling Jiang covered his daughter's ears, "Auntie and your uncle are playing around."

Ling Chunhua frowned suspiciously, "But I heard my aunt screaming for pain. Could it be that my uncle is bullying my aunt? Dad, let's go help my aunt!"

Ling Chunhua said that she was about to lift the quilt out of bed, Ling Jiang hurriedly pushed her daughter back under the quilt.

"Chunhua, don't go, I'll go and see, you stay in the room obediently, it's cold outside, you'll be exposed to the air when you go out."

If you are exposed to air, you will catch a cold, and if you catch a cold, you will spend money.

Ling Chunhua calculated very clearly with her small brain, obediently wrapped in a quilt and waited in the room.

Ling Jiang put on a padded jacket and went out, but instead of going to Yunmo's room, he went to the warehouse in the opposite direction.

Before Ling Jiang finished his cigarette, the movement in Yunmo's room stopped.

Hiss, so fast?

His brother's health doesn't seem to be doing well.

Looking at the dark sky, Ling Jiang felt a little worried.

Probably because she got used to the strength of Ling Chuan's hand, or because the painful area was rubbed away, the pain in Yunmo's arm gradually became less intense, and she even felt a little inexplicably comfortable.

Looking at the man's focused and serious eyes, Yun Mo suddenly remembered the night of the wedding night, when she fell down and yelled, Li Li next door misunderstood what the two were doing.

She seemed to be yelling louder than that night, brother and niece should have heard it, right?

Yunmo's face suddenly burned up, "Ling Chuan, brother, you don't misunderstand what we are doing, do you?"

Ling Chuan raised his black eyes to look at her, "What is the misunderstanding?"

Under the light, the man's brows and eyes were deep, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be condensed with light, but also dazed.

Yunmo tried her best to ignore the rising enthusiasm on her face, and shook her head calmly, "It's nothing, have you finished rubbing?"

Ling Chuan hummed softly, and pinched her arm with rough fingertips, "Does it still hurt?"

"A little bit."

"Then I'll add some medicinal wine and knead it again. After it's fully kneaded, it will feel hot and numb."

"Oh."

By the time both arms were rubbed with medicinal wine, it was almost 12 o'clock.

As the man said, both arms felt swollen, hot and numb, but there was no soreness.

Smelling the indelible smell of medicinal wine, Yunmo fell asleep until dawn.

When she got up, she moved deliberately. Although her arms were still a little sore, she didn't feel any pain.

After Yunmo washed up, changed her clothes and went out, she found that today's breakfast was very rich.

There are eggs, steamed stuffed buns, sesame cakes, and eight-treasure porridge. Forget about these, there is actually a pot of fresh, thick and shiny chicken soup.

"Sisters and sisters, don't be stunned, sit and eat, it will be cold in a while."

Looking at Ling Jiang's beaming face, Yunmo couldn't help wondering.

"Brother, is today a good day?"

"Then what, brother and sister, don't you have an exam, cook more delicious food, and nourish your body, so that you can get good grades in the exam."

While talking, Ling Jiang picked up a bowl to help Yunmo fill the soup. After filling the soup, he didn't forget to put a big chicken leg in it.

Yunmo was skeptical, but the stewed chicken soup was really good. There were sliced ​​ginger, angelica, yam, red dates and wolfberry in the soup.

Drinking such a bowl of hot chicken soup in winter is not too comfortable.

"Brother and sister, is the taste okay?"

"Well, it's delicious."

Ling Jiang suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, "If it tastes good, drink more, it's a big pot."

After finishing speaking, Ling Jiang turned around and picked up another large bowl, filled with soup, and another chicken leg, and brought the full bowl to Ling Chuan.

"Chuanzi, come, this is yours."

Ling Chuan subconsciously declined, "Brother, give Chunhua the chicken leg, I'll just drink the soup..."

Ling Jiang stopped his movement, "You eat, Chuanzi, you should take good care of your body."

Ling Chuan looked at his elder brother inexplicably, and clapped his hands on his chest, "I'm in good health, so I don't need to mend it."

Ling Jiang's face showed an unpredictable expression of "seeing through but not telling the truth", "Oh, listen to the elder brother, Chunhua is enough for her to eat one wing."

Ling Chunhua said crisply, "Auntie and uncle eat chicken legs, and dad and I eat chicken wings!"

"Chunhua is right! Come on, Chuanzi, you can eat it, it will be fishy when it gets cold."

Seeing this, Ling Chuan didn't refuse any more, picked up the chicken leg and gnawed it.

Chickens in this era are fed purely with grain and vegetable leaves, and the meat quality and taste are many times stronger than those of chickens raised in farms in later generations.

Even without seasoning, the white taste is very fragrant.

That's right, Yunmo always felt weird in her heart, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

After eating enough, Yunmo put her schoolbag on her back and went out, Ling Chuan sent her to the station as usual.

"Where did you get the chicken in the morning?"

Ling Chuan was also at a loss, "I don't know, when I got up, my brother had already stewed the chicken."

Yunmo looked at him, "Did you say something to elder brother?"

"No."

"Then why did the eldest brother cook chicken for us early in the morning?"

Although the two brothers earned some money during this period and their lives were better than before, they were not rich enough to eat chicken early in the morning.

"Maybe my eldest brother thinks that you have worked too hard during this time. You have to set up a factory and make snowflake cakes, and you have to worry about your studies. I am worried that you will be exhausted."

Yunmo wanted to say something, but when the tram came, she had to wave her hand and hurriedly got on the bus.

When Ling Chuan got home, Ling Jiang was pushing his bicycle and getting ready to go out.

Ling Chunhua followed behind the bicycle with a small schoolbag on her back, and when she saw Ling Chuan coming back, she said in a sweet voice, "Uncle, I'm going to kindergarten."

Ling Chuan stroked his niece, "Good boy, Chunhua, you go to the door and wait, I'll have a few words with Dad."

"Oh."

After Ling Chunhua stepped out of the gate, Ling Jiang spoke first, "Chuanzi, I heard it all last night. The eldest brother is from the past, so I understand. But you should take it easy in the future, younger siblings are still young..."

Ling Chuan's face slowly turned red, and he finally understood why Ling Jiang made chicken soup early in the morning.

"Brother, it's not what you think. Momo hurt her arm by frying snowflake cakes two days ago. I helped her knead the medicinal wine last night."

"Last night, were you making medicinal wine?"

The disappointment on Ling Jiang's face should not be too obvious, "I just rubbed the medicinal wine? Nothing else?"

Ling Chuan remained silent, his handsome face flushed to the base of his neck.

Ling Jiang sighed worryingly, "Chuanzi, you said that you and your siblings have been married for half a year, if you tell them, people will laugh at you."

The embarrassment on Ling Chuan's face gradually dissipated, and the usual firmness and seriousness returned to his face.

"Brother, what others like to say is other people's business. I don't care. Momo will take the college entrance examination in half a year. I can't help her, but I must not hold her back."

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