The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"You’re not too late to know now," Ye Zi’an glanced at him with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Handsome Dad, can I do it tomorrow?"

Ye Zi’an shook his head without a second thought, "What needs to be done today must be done today, don’t you understand that?" He fastened his belt and suddenly felt it was tight.

He looked down in confusion, the belt had always been fastened at this spot, so why had he not noticed the tightness before?

Feeling somewhat uneasy, he rushed to the dressing table and after several glances, confirmed his handsome face was still as it had always been and then he felt relieved.

"Can’t I just do today’s and tomorrow’s tasks together? I’ll finish tomorrow’s lesson, and today’s as well," Yangyang began to bargain, "Handsome Dad, why don’t you take me with you? I haven’t been to the town yet. Handsome Dad, look at your pitiful little son. I’ve grown so much but haven’t had a proper look at the place I was born."

"Handsome Dad! Handsome Dad!" He clutched at Ye Zi’an’s robe hem and even managed to wipe his eyes twice, putting on quite an accomplished act of looking pitiable.

Ye Zi’an, now confident that he hadn’t gained weight, took a closer look at his son. The corners of his eyes were dry, and the corners of his mouth were tilted up as if he had been caught stealing a laugh.

He smoothly withdrew his robe from his son’s small hands, thinking that it had been a long time since he and Xiaxia had been alone together and even longer since he had gone out on his own. How could he take this little rascal with him?

"Son, the act of looking pitiable might work once, but not a second time. You already used it last time when you wanted money; using it again is overdoing it," he said, patting his son’s head. "Compared to your brother who was lured away by your fourth uncle, you’re already fortunate to stay at home. As for the rest, don’t even think about it. Practice your calligraphy diligently. We’ll go to your grandmother’s for lunch, and in the afternoon, you’ll come back and recite texts."

"If you don’t finish, well, I won’t be easy to talk to..."

Having said that, he ignored his son’s expression and went downstairs, supporting Yang Chuxia.

As for Yangyang, he hummed and hawed, taking his time to come downstairs after his hopes were dashed.

Even during the meal, he was still sullen and silent.

"Xiaxia, have I gained weight?" Ye Zi’an suddenly felt his belt tighten again right after finishing a bowl of porridge.

It made him uncomfortable enough to realize that the feeling upstairs had been correct—the belt was indeed tighter.

"Really?" Yang Chuxia looked at him; his face was still gaunt. "I don’t think so."

"But, but my belt feels tighter," said Ye Zi’an, not caring about dignity as he loosened it a bit to feel more comfortable.

Having finished her meal, Yang Chuxia came over to check and found the marks on the belt had indeed shifted.

With a hardly suppressed laugh, she said, "You need to lose weight!"

Ye Zi’an was now feeling gloomy—how had he gained weight? When had it even started?

Could it be the food at home had been too good lately? No, he couldn’t become a fat man; what about his face... Instantly imagining his face several times fatter, he shuddered. He knew his wife adored his looks; what if she lost interest in him because he turned ugly? No, that simply wouldn’t do!

"Son, tomorrow morning your dad will practice martial arts with you." He indeed needed more exercise.

When Yangyang heard this, he immediately made a face and ran off, "I don’t want to train with you; oh, Handsome Dad is going to become a big fatso."

"Hey, you little rascal! Asking for a beating, huh!"