The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"No need, I can do it myself."

"No way. How can I let my wife do such rough work herself?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia grabbed her clothes and said, "Don’t be so sweet-talking. People who don’t know would think I’m useless and can’t even get dressed."

"That’s different. Helping my wife get dressed is a romantic gesture."

Yang Chuxia looked at him again and found that he was still smiling. She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but she felt that he had somehow gained an additional unique charm that belonged to men.

She wondered in her heart, ’Did I not pay attention to it before?’

"No, I’ll do it myself." She thought for a moment and said, "Right, you can help me comb my hair. Didn’t you want to do my hair yesterday?"

"Sure!"

After she put on her clothes, Ye Zi’an seated her in front of the dressing table and asked her, "What hairstyle do you like?"

"Do you know many?" Yang Chuxia looked at him in surprise.

Ye Zi’an was a little embarrassed and hesitated before replying, "I only know two."

"Which two?"

"One is a bridal hairstyle, the other is a casual one called ’fallen horse bun’." He then added, "Next time, I’ll learn a few more from Chen Sheng so I can help my wife with different hairstyles."

Yang Chuxia smiled, "Just do the fallen horse bun then, no need to learn more. You can occasionally help me, we have people at home to help me with my hair. Your hands are meant for holding a writing brush. If Mr. Luo finds out you’re spending your days doing my hair and makeup, he’ll be mad."

"What’s the big deal?" Ye Zi’an said nonchalantly, "I like doing these things for my wife."

Then he picked up the comb and began styling her hair. Although he wasn’t very skilled, he still seemed better than her. Once he finished her hair, he also did her makeup, which was lighter than yesterday’s but added some allure to her appearance.

When everything was done, Ye Zi’an went out for a while. Then, Xiu’er brought in a food box and placed it in the outer room upstairs.

He didn’t even need her assistance. After setting the table, Ye Zi’an waved her away. He then poured porridge into a bowl and took a spoon, looking quite impressive.

When the spoon reached her, Yang Chuxia’s eyes widened in surprise, "Are you serious? You’re going to feed me?"

"Hmm?" Ye Zi’an raised his eyebrows and looked at her as if there were no problems with his plan.

After she finished eating, Yang Chuxia leaned back and muttered, "I’m done for. If you keep pampering me like this, I’ll be useless in less than ten days."

"Nonsense!" He gently scolded her and then continued, "It’s natural to spoil my wife, even if you become useless, as long as I am not, you’ll be taken care of."

"Tsk tsk!" Yang Chuxia shook her head and teased, "Our little Anzi is really something, just listen to all that sweet talk."

Ye Zi’an looked serious and said, "You should call me ’husband’!"

"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia laughed and saw him still staring at her, seeming very determined to have her change her address. So she complied, "Husband!"

She never knew that Ye Zi’an could be so happy when she addressed him. Just saying ’husband’ made him laugh heartily.

After some more playful banter, the couple walked downstairs together, hand in hand. When they reached the first floor, they found that Mu Shaoling and his group were drinking tea there.

When she came down, Mu Shaoling raised his eyebrows and said, "Tsk, it’s already past 11 a.m. to 1 p.m."

"What? Do you have a problem with that?" Before Yang Chuxia could speak, Ye Zi’an was already staring at him.