The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Ye Zi’an was truly perplexed. It was just stuffing diapers into trousers, a simple task of tucking in a layer. How could it be harder than writing an article?

Seeing a blanket nearby, he asked, "Should I wrap them with this?"

"This one’s too thick, and it’s too hot now to use it," Li’s mother explained as she brought over two thinner blankets, "Just cover their bellies with these when they fall asleep."

Ye Zi’an took mental notes. He then inquired about things like how often they need to eat and roughly how often to change their diapers.

His questions were detailed, and Li’s mother responded with precision.

When Yang Chuxia came to the door and heard him asking these questions, she chuckled to herself, thinking he indeed had the potential to be a great dad.

"Dad and the others are waiting for you," she said with a smile at his raised eyebrows, explaining, "There were many ladies at lunch, so your uncles didn’t come over. I’ve invited them to have dinner together tonight."

"Then I’ll go now."

Yang Chuxia glanced at the two kids, guessing they might be hungry, and said, "You go on ahead, I’ll feed them and then come down."

Ye Zi’an nodded and left. As he walked away, he thought again about buying a cow. Alright, Ye Zi’an was now competing with his sons for food.

By the time they had seen off Land Officer Yang, Old Yang, and others, it was already late.

The two little buns had fallen asleep. Li’s mother, figuring the young couple would have plenty to talk about tonight, took the children to the next room. Ming Liu and Mingcui naturally followed.

"Wife!" Yang Chuxia was slightly stunned when Ye Zi’an suddenly embraced her from behind.

As passionate kisses descended slowly from her neck, she instinctively reached up to hook her arms around Ye Zi’an’s neck, deepening their kiss.

Feeling his wife’s long-missed passion, Ye Zi’an paused.

When Yang Chuxia’s eyes, foggy as if covered in mist, looked at him in confusion, he took a deep breath, released her, and murmured, "Wife, you’ve just given birth. It seems we still can’t do that."

Yang Chuxia deflated at the mention, recalling that Li’s mother had specifically advised her before bed that it was best to wait two months before sharing a bed again.

"Alright," she said, nuzzling Ye Zi’an’s palm with her cheek, feeling quite helpless.

She looked so forlorn, yet this greatly pleased Ye Zi’an. He said in a low voice, "Deep intimacy is out, but other things are still possible."

Yang Chuxia was still wondering what he meant. The very rascal she’d been complaining about then ripped open her clothes, his hand gliding over her waist and pinching at the soft flesh that hadn’t yet regained its firmness.

So, when she woke up the next day to two sons crying from hunger, she couldn’t wait to kick the refreshingly spirited man out of the house.

"Mama, just make some brown sugar rice soup to feed them," the man ordered calmly, ignoring Li’s mother’s strange expression.

"Yes!" Li’s mother left with a twitch of her mouth, but when she went to add the brown sugar, her hands trembled so much that she spilled it everywhere, thinking that this young couple were really energetic.

After breakfast, the same man continued to exert his authority and immediately instructed Brother Li to find a cow. Alright, he still didn’t know that Yang Chuxia had already had people search for cows in the vicinity.