The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

Jiang Tingxia thought she would have to eat pork for every meal these days, but she didn't expect there would be a pheasant to change the taste.

The braised pheasant tasted good, and Li Changpu seemed to like it very much, because Jiang Tingxia found that he seemed to be obsessed with hunting in the mountains. He would bring back a pheasant or a hare every few days. Finally, Jiang Tingxia asked, "Are there any pheasants in the mountains here?"

The Jiongzi has small ears, small eyes, a long nose, a rat-like face, a fat and strong body, a shiny black body, and a long tail. It mostly lives in the mountains.

Li Changpu: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Tingxia replied, "I heard that chrysanthemum oil is good for the skin."

Just two days after he said that, Li Changpu actually brought one back.

Jiang Tingxia felt more and more that hunting was not difficult, and he would occasionally sigh at the rich resources in the mountains here. Little did he know that Li Changpu had worked hard to dig a big hole that was as deep as his thigh, and only then did he finally catch this thing.

A jujube weighs more than 20 kilograms, half of which is thick fat. Li Changpu peeled the skin and scraped the oil, set up a small stove in the yard, and boiled the oil, which took most of the day.

The jelly oil was golden and translucent. Li Changpu packed it up and took it into the house to give to Jiang Tingxia.

After dealing with the bloody incident, she didn't go out to see what was happening and stayed away from the place.

Jiang Tingxia looked at the several bottles that Li Changpu placed beside her and asked in confusion, "I didn't say I wanted to use them. They are for you."

Li Changpu: "Give it to me?"

Jiang Tingxia: "Well, I'll apply it on your hands."

Jiang Tingxia's eyes fell on Li Changpu's hands. His big hands were like the bark of an ancient tree, hard and rough, with some deep and shallow scratches on the skin. The old wounds had formed scars, but they were still an eyesore. If he had been injured and the wound had been treated immediately and ointment applied, it would not have turned out like this.

Can't this person take care of himself?

Li Changpu didn't care about these things. Even though Jiang Tingxia said this, he looked at his big hands blankly and didn't find anything unusual. What happened to his hands? Did he still need to apply these?

Jiang Tingxia couldn't bear it anymore, so she simply walked over to him, scooped out a piece of angelica oil and rubbed it on the back of his hand.

Li Changpu felt a gentle coolness passing through his skin, and then it was carefully applied to the back of his hand.

Jiang Tingxia spread the oil evenly and said in a natural tone, "I wonder if this thing is really as magical as everyone says, that it can heal the wound immediately after applying it."

"It's just animal fat. It feels smooth and slippery. It must have skin care effects. If you apply it frequently, your hands won't be so rough anymore."

Ever since Jiang Tingxia's hand touched his, Li Changpu was like someone was under a spell, with his hands raised up, motionless, allowing Jiang Tingxia to touch him.

Jiang Tingxia felt bored when she didn't get a response. She slapped him on the back of his hand angrily and said, "Apply it evenly yourself."

Who said that like cures like is effective? I gave him the steamed pig brain a few days ago, but it was of no use at all.

At such an ambiguous moment, if he just moved his hand a little, held hers, and then said some sweet words, everything would be so natural.

But he was just that stupid.

Jiang Tingxia stuffed the bottle of chrysanthemum oil into his hand and left angrily.

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The braised pork is a good thing as it is nourishing and invigorating. The only difference is that the texture of the meat is not that good and the fishy smell is stronger. However, in an age when it is extremely rare to have meat to eat, there is absolutely no reason to waste these ten pounds of meat.

So Li Changpu gave some of the pork to others and kept only enough for one meal for himself, which he stewed with carrots and onions.

Jiang Tingxia picked up a piece of meat out of curiosity, but as soon as it entered her mouth, her whole face wrinkled. But after all, they were at the dinner table. If she spit it out, how could others eat it? Jiang Tingxia wanted to just swallow it, but the taste was really unbearable.

Jiang Tingxia stood up and ran to the yard, spit out the meat into the slop bucket, and rinsed his mouth with half a cup of water. Only then did he feel the taste in his mouth was gone.

Li Changpu seemed to have foreseen that she would be like this, and he remained as steady as a rock as he sat at the table, eating the braised pork with steamed buns. He took a bite of the steamed bun and a bite of the meat, enjoying the meal very much.

Jiang Tingxia sat back at the dining table awkwardly. She remembered that the braised pork with mustard greens she had eaten in the mountains before had some fishy smell, but after being put into the pot and seasoned, the smell was mostly covered up by the spices. Of course, according to her standards, the meat still did not meet the standards and was not delicious.

Originally Jiang Tingxia had no interest in this thing, but seeing Li Changpu eating it with such relish, she curiously took a bite. But that one bite made her so disgusted that she almost vomited her stomach.

Li Changpu pulled the bowl of braised pork with mustard greens towards him, pushed the other plate of braised pork with salted fish towards Jiang Tingxia, and said, "Eat this."

This pork was never intended for her to eat.

After the braised pork was processed, Li Changpu distributed it directly to his acquaintances, leaving only a small amount and making a portion for himself. Today he made another dish for Jiang Tingxia, but he didn't expect her to pick up the braised pork with one chopstick, and he couldn't stop her.

Jiang Tingxia watched Li Changpu eat the meat bite by bite, and complained silently in her heart, this guy is really not picky. If it weren't for the faint fishy smell lingering in his mouth, she would have thought that Li Changpu was eating some delicacies.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Tingxia asked doubtfully.

Li Changpu: “Not bad.”

Jiang Tingxia picked up a piece of salted fish and put it in his mouth, saying, "So you also think it's not tasty. I thought you had no sense of taste."

It's ok, but it doesn't taste good.

Li Changpu glanced at her and didn't bother to dwell on the matter any more. He just said, "By the way, Aunt Zhang, Sister Zhang is going back to her hometown tomorrow. You can go with me to see her off."

Jiang Tingxia: "I want to go too?"

Li Changpu didn't say anything, but his eyes fell on the salted fish on her chopsticks, and the meaning was self-evident.

This is what Zhang Mingniang gave them to eat when she came last time.

Jiang Tingxia understood what he meant, took a bite of the salted fish and said, "Okay."

Li Changpu: "They are on the afternoon train. The bus will take them directly to the station from the family compound. You can come with us."

"I'll go with you then."

Jiang Tingxia asked casually, "Where's Zhang Xinran? Will she go to see them off?"

She came here with Zhang Mingniang at the beginning, so Jiang Tingxia asked this.

Li Changpu: "Gu Yunqian recently went to Sentan Island for a survey and left the two children at home. She couldn't leave, so she won't go."

When the two of them were getting married, Zhang Hongxiang gave her five yuan, saying it was the matchmaker's fee. She didn't want it, but Zhang Hongxiang forced it on her. Five yuan was not a lot of money, but after receiving it, Jiang Tingxia suddenly developed a sense of responsibility, fearing that this marriage would not be a good one.

Now it seems that both of them are quite satisfied with this marriage.

Jiang Tingxia took a small bite of the steamed bun and said, "Researcher Gu is quite romantic."

Li Changpu looked at Jiang Tingxia with admiration and repeated, "Romance?"