After being crossed, I have reached the pinnacle of my life

In the end, in order to coax his wife, Wen Yan was carried onto the boat step by step by Jiang Zhou.

Wen Yan was born with a small stature, especially after giving birth to Primary One, he was even thinner than before, so it didn't take much effort to memorize it.

Jiang Zhou carried him on his back, tilted his head and talked to him: "Then Xiaoyi will be called Jiang Rendong, okay?"

"it is good."

"Don't cry in the future if you are wronged, tell Brother Zhou in time, okay?"

"it is good."

Jiang Zhou turned him on the head: "My daughter-in-law is light, go back and eat well, and make her fat again, okay?"

Wen Yan lay on his back, the slight temperature leaked from his back, and passed through his chest to himself, making him drowsy: "Okay."

With his daughter-in-law on his back, Jiang Zhou was quite satisfied, humming a song and walking forward.

He hummed a strange sound, which Wen Yan had never heard before, and asked in a daze, "What are you humming?"

Jiang Zhou coughed lightly, embarrassed to tell him that the song was called "Zhu Bajie Carrying His Wife", so he could only smile guiltily: "It's nothing, just humming randomly."

Wen Yan didn't believe it, but he was really sleepy, so he only hummed lightly, then lay on top of him again and stopped talking.

"young married woman?"

"uh-huh."

"young married woman."

"Ah."

"young married woman."

"..."

Jiang Zhou glanced back, Wen Yan had already narrowed his eyes, dozing off on his back.

Jiang Zhou stopped talking and hummed softly to lull him to sleep.

When we were approaching the pier, there was a sudden light snowfall in the sky. It wasn't dense at first, but a few scattered pieces turned into water before they even hit the ground.

Jiang Zhou looked at the sky, the clouds in the sky were all piled up together, it looked dark and gloomy, maybe there was going to be a heavy snowfall.

He changed Wen Yan into a hugging position, took off his robe, put him on his back again, put the robe on him, and started to set off again.

Wen Yan was lulled awake for a second by his changing postures, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhou reassured: "It's okay, it's snowing, and there may be heavy snow later, we have to go back quickly."

Wen Yan let out a "huh" and struggled to get down, but was stopped: "It's okay, I'll carry you behind my back."

Jiang Zhou speeded up and boarded Lao Yutou's boat before the heavy snow fell: "You don't need to go to Banshan Village today, just go back to Xiaohe Village."

The weather is too cold. If we go to the Banshan Village first, I am afraid that the snow will fall heavily on the way back. It is not convenient for old Yutou to push a boat. He is old, so don't let him suffer in the winter.

Old Yutou naturally understood what he meant, and quickly sent them back to Banshan Village.

Old Yutou lived very close to Lu Xiangxi's home, so Jiang Zhou asked him to tell Lu Xiangxi that he would not come today, and turned around and hugged Wen Yan to the bed.

The weather is too cold, and Jiang Zhou's house is really not warm. Fortunately, he bought some winter supplies in advance, which is enough to cope with it for a day or two.

He lit the stove in the house, and moved it closer to the bed. Hot water sat on the stove, and he moved out the quilt to cover Wen Yan.

Because he didn't know whether it would snow tomorrow, he didn't prepare too many ingredients for Kanto cooking, and prepared half of what he used to.

When he was ready, the water on the stove was ready. He first poured a cup and put it aside to cool down. He mixed the remaining water with cold water and wiped his neck and face with Wen Yan. After wiping his face, he fed Wen Yan to drink. After drinking some hot water, he packed everything up before going to bed.

His body should be cold, but he has been busy for too long, and his body has already warmed up. In addition to his natural body heat, he is like a small stove.

Wen Yan habitually moved closer to him, slowly rolled into his arms, assumed a comfortable position, and completely remained still.

It was the first time in a year that Jiang Zhou hugged his long-cherished daughter-in-law, and he was excited for a long time before carefully hugging him tightly.

The daughter-in-law is soft and sweet. She is the same when she is sleeping as when she is awake. She is quiet and well-behaved, breathing softly. She used to be used to the existence of Jiang Zhou. Later, she had to protect Xiao Yi every day when she slept. They were all stretched out, and now being held in Jiang Zhou's arms, he immediately hugged Jiang Zhou's waist and rubbed gently.

Jiang Zhou froze and didn't dare to move. It wasn't until Wen Yan fell asleep again that he pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.

A night without dreams.

On the second day, Wen Yan woke up from the bed and felt that something was wrong. This was not the bed he was familiar with.

He blinked his eyes and tried to think back for a while before he remembered that it snowed yesterday and Jiang Zhou carried him back.

He touched the pillow and bed next to him, and there was only a slight layer of temperature. Jiang Zhou should have woken up for a while, but just as he was about to get up, he saw Jiang Zhou coming in from the outside, with his head covered in wind and snow.

"Don't get up now. Your clothes were wet from the snow yesterday. I was afraid that they would burn in the middle of the night, so I didn't move them. I just hung them up and they haven't dried yet. You'd better lie down for a while and wait for the clothes to dry."

Wen Yan rolled up the quilt and lay down: "Where did you go, you came back with a head full of snow water."

"I'll go out and see if there's ice on the small river. If it's frozen, the business can't be done." Jiang Zhou wiped the snow off his face with a cloth, and continued: "I asked someone to tell me about it at my parents' place. Yes, you stay here with me before the snow melts."

"But the day after tomorrow will be Xiaoyi's hundred days..."

"It's not a problem. I've seen it. Although the snow is falling heavily, it is not deep. It will melt immediately after it falls, and it will probably disappear in the future."

Wen Yan stopped talking, and he lay under the blanket in his unlined clothes, belatedly remembering that yesterday was the first night they slept together after a year.

He looked out from the gap in the quilt, and Jiang Zhou was stirring something in the pot on the stove with his head down.

"The porridge will be ready later, drink a bowl and sleep for a while."

Jiang Zhou raised his head, and met Wen Yan's peeping eyes. The two looked at each other. Jiang Zhou was calm, but Wen Yan turned his head uncomfortably.

The porridge on the stove was gurgling, exuding a sweet aroma.

Wen Yan couldn't help it, and asked, "What kind of porridge did you cook?"

Jiang Zhou filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to him: "It's porridge with preserved egg and lean meat."

There were too many duck eggs in the village to exchange for pork at the beginning. When Jiang Zhou hadn’t figured out what to do, he made a few preserved eggs because he couldn’t finish them all by himself. They were unsealed only two days ago.

Wen Yan had never eaten preserved eggs, let alone heard of preserved eggs, so he was curious.

Jiang Zhou's porridge has been cooking since he got up. There is no other seasoning except salt. It is so thick and dense that the rice grains melt in the mouth.

Wen Yan drank a bowl, and suddenly felt warm in his stomach: "It's delicious."

His eyes were shining, and he obviously wanted to drink another bowl.

Jiang Zhou took the bowl back: "Although preserved egg porridge is delicious, you can't drink too much."

The preserved eggs he made are not as high-tech as the preserved eggs in memory. They use the oldest recipe, and there are some slightly harmful substances in them. Eating too much is not good for your health.

Fortunately, Wen Yan was very obedient, Jiang Zhou did what he said, and never refuted it. Since he said not to drink too much, he stopped drinking and ate small snacks instead.

After eating and packing up, Jiang Zhou began to think about what to prepare for the small hundred-day banquet.

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