The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

If there was anything to regret about coming home these days, Ye Zi’an felt that the only, and greatest, regret was that he hadn’t been able to eat meat.

He could only look and hold it but not eat it. Speaking of which, it was quite frustrating—it wasn’t that others didn’t allow him to eat; it was more that he couldn’t bear to eat it. Who could he blame?

"Ah..." Pondering over this, Ye Zi’an heaved a sigh of melancholy, and then remembering that in half a month he would have to leave for Mianyang, he dreaded the thought that it wouldn’t just be months but at least a year or two before he could see his son and wife again, and even less so to eat meat. This thought made the days seem unbearable, so he sighed deeply once more, "Ah..."

His continuous sighing caused Yang Chuxia, who had rarely stopped her embroidery to make a purse, to cast a sideward glance at him.

"Why are you sighing over and over again all of a sudden?"

She had barely finished speaking when Yangyang also let out a tiny sigh.

"Haha... What are you sighing about too?" Then the little bun grinned at her.

"Wife, today is the fourteenth, right? Two months already, huh!" Ye Zi’an glanced at Lele and asked lightly.

Yang Chuxia thought he was asking about the children, "Yes, two months. Born on the fourteenth of May, today is the fourteenth of July. Our Yangyang is two months old."

She pinched the bun’s chubby cheeks, then went to pinch Lele, resulting in Yangyang grabbing her hand, and Lele showing impatience, trying to swat her hand away.

"No, that’s not right!"

"What’s not right?"

Looking at Lele, Yang Chuxia said, "Lele must not be like you! Look how he obviously disdains me, but you obviously like me a lot. If he were like you, he should like me too."

"Pfft..." Ye Zi’an shook his head, "Wife, let’s stop joking around, alright?"

"Alright then, let’s talk seriously, what were you sighing about just now?"

Hearing this, Ye Zi’an gave her a mischievous look and said very earnestly, "I was thinking about how regrettable it is that I haven’t had a bite of meat since I came home. Just now, after some calculation, I finally found that the meat is ripe, and I was thinking about how to devour my wife tonight—whether to eat you raw, roast, or fry you. But then, I realized that no matter how I eat, I can only do so for half a month, and furthermore, I’d have to starve for at least a year or two after that, so I became very sorrowful."

Hearing his words, Yang Chuxia wanted to burst into laughter, and contemplated playing dead by looking skyward, but his seriousness made it hard for her to just ignore him.

"In broad daylight, can’t you think of something serious and normal?"

"Wife, what I was just thinking about is very normal," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and even pinching the soft flesh lightly, "You know that the joy of conjugal relations between a husband and wife is the most normal thing in this world."

"You really are, really are..." Yang Chuxia was left speechless. How could this man have such thick skin?

"Wife, don’t you miss me?" When she didn’t respond, he cheekily whispered in her ear.

"Move away, what utter nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight." Yang Chuxia pushed him away, this man really was something.

Hearing that, Ye Zi’an nodded, "Oh right, daytime. Then let’s talk about this at night."

After saying this, as if the previous person wasn’t him, he immediately lowered his head and began reciting the Three Character Classic.

Yang Chuxia was floored by his swift change in demeanor; she admitted defeat.

"Young Master, Madam!"

Mingcui came from outside, bringing with her a face full of gossip!