The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

Chapter 182: 182 is not useless at all.

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Su Qingyue worried that he would fall, so she straightened up and said seriously, “You have a red face like a monkey’s butt, as if I would forcefully take advantage of you.”

He was afraid of her getting angry, so he quickly said, “I know you won’t…” “Who says I won’t?” She raised her eyebrows.

Her words caught him off guard, and he coughed several times, “Cough, cough…”

Su Qingyue picked up two flintstones from the ground and handed them to him, “Here, for you. Don’t think about unnecessary things, focus on the task at hand.”

“…” He felt wronged because he hadn’t been thinking about anything improper,

“Okay.”

“You can start the fire now.”

“We need a small amount of dry grass or dried tree branches.”

“I forgot, I’ll go get it.” She walked into the yard and broke some thin branches from a pile of firewood under the shed, picking some dry grass and leaves between the firewood. She then went into the kitchen and piled it on the stove.

Xiao Qinghe bent down and struck the flintstones against the dry grass pile. After a dozen or so strikes, sparks flew, and the dry grass and branches ignited,

“It’s been more than three years since I last started a fire, I’m a bit rusty.”

“You’re so much better than me. I don’t even know how to use flintstones.” It was simply impossible. She smiled and stirred the burning dry grass and branches, then placed a few pieces of firewood, leaving gaps for the fire to reach larger pieces of wood.

He looked at her with suspicion, “Before, I heard that when you were at the Zhu family…”

“I did a lot of rough work there.” She could tell that based on her current frail physique and hardened calluses on her hands, even without memories, she must have lived a bitter life, “When I needed to start a fire at Zhu family, I used fire strikers, which ignited easily with a puff. I am not used to using flintstones.”

“I see.” He glanced around the kitchen, “We used to have fire strikers at home, but the second brother might have taken them to the mountains. I’ll ask him to prepare another one later.”

“No need.” She waved her hand, “Don’t we have you?”

Her words warmed his heart.

He had been disabled for more than three years, and rarely had the opportunity to even get out of bed. Although it was just starting a small fire, it made him feel like he could still do something and was not entirely useless.

For a moment, he felt touched and heartbroken at the same time.

Su Qingyue filled the wooden basin with ten or so bags of sweet potatoes, added water to the basin, and carried it to Xiao Qinghe.

He looked at her doubtfully.

She said casually, “Wash the sweet potatoes. The water is cold, and as a big man, you shouldn’t expect me to do it, right?”

He smiled and said, “I’ll do it.”

He touched the water, which was slightly cool, but not cold for May.

He thought that his wife’s body was so thin that it was quite normal for her to be afraid of the cold.

He didn’t doubt for a moment that she was using him like a servant.

His long, clear white hands meticulously washed the sweet potatoes in the basin one by one.

Su Qingyue thought he looked particularly elegant, as if everything he did was beautiful. She stretched out her own ten fingers, which were yellowish, compared to his white hands, they seemed like a mud-stained leaf contrasting with a snowflake, “Xiao Qinghe, your skin is so white. How come my skin is so dark? It would be great if we could exchange.”

He remained silent.

She laughed, “You don’t want to give up your fair and tender skin? I’m just joking with you…” In fact, she was quite white too, just sunburned and not fully recovered yet.

“If skin color could be exchanged, I would be willing.” He paused, then continued, “As for my leg, it’s disabled, and the doctor said that I’d never be able to stand again in my life, so you shouldn’t joke about exchanging with me.

I hope you stay healthy for a lifetime..”