Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1170: The Classic Problem That Transcends Time and Space_1 Chapter 1371: Chapter 1170: The Classic Problem That Transcends Time and Space_1 Niu Dacheng tasted Qiao Xiaomai’s cooking for the first time, his praises were unending, harmonizing with Bei Lingsu’s, they complimented her from start to finish, and amidst their enthusiastic praises, the meal ended in joy and harmony.

It was already evening, and there wasn’t much entertainment in the County Town, so everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.

Tong Sanlang’s room was right next to the Zhang Family, who knew Qiao Xiaomai had arrived. Hearing Tong Sanlang returning to his room, she immediately started cursing.

“You walking disaster, why hasn’t the heavens struck you dead with lightning! Sanlang, you better divorce her, or from now on, don’t call me mother!”

Tong Sanlang touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, “Don’t take it to heart.”

Standing beside him, Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes upon hearing this, “I’d bother with that if I had nothing better to do.”

Having said this, she pushed the door open and went inside.

Tong Sanlang couldn’t help but touch his nose again, knowing a storm was approaching… Qiao Xiaomai definitely wouldn’t let him off easily.

He sighed to himself and also entered the room.

With a candle lit in the room, Qiao Xiaomai sat at the edge of the bed, looking at him, “Go heat some water, I want to wash my feet.”

Tong Sanlang blinked, agreed with a yes, and went to the kitchen to heat the water.

By the time he returned, Qiao Xiaomai had already fallen asleep. She lay haphazardly on the bed, breathing evenly, her face showing clear signs of fatigue.

Fatigue.

Because of Spiritual Spring, this word was rarely seen on Qiao Xiaomai’s face, but now she was so tired that she had fallen asleep directly.

Tong Sanlang pursed his lips, knelt down to take off her shoes, and found a cloth to gently and carefully wipe her feet.

After wiping her feet, he carefully removed her clothes and covered her with a thin sheet. Throughout this, Qiao Xiaomai didn’t wake up and breathed smoothly.

Tong Sanlang looked at her small face and softly kissed her forehead before lying down beside her to sleep.

Having experienced a brush with death, he had come to truly understand the weight of sleeping side by side.

He was here, and so was Qiao Xiaomai, which was wonderful.

Tong Sanlang slept soundly and was woken up by a kick. By the time he came to his senses, he was already on the floor–Qiao Xiaomai had woken up before him and kicked him onto the ground.

Since he was sleeping with Qiao Xiaomai, he had let his guard down completely, and he was still dazed even after hitting the floor.

Qiao Xiaomai sat on the bed, lips curled into a cold sneer, “Come to your senses, Lord Tong?”

Tong Sanlang blinked innocently, raised a hand to rub his face, and couldn’t help but wince in pain from his sore waist.

Qiao Xiaomai’s kick had been merciless, sure to leave a bruise!

“I… I was wrong.” He stood up, grimacing as he rubbed his sore left waist, stood obediently in front of the bed, humbly bowing his head, displaying a very good attitude in admitting his mistake.

Qiao Xiaomai looked at him with cold eyes, her tone ice-cold, “I’ve said before, if something happened to you, I could find another man within minutes. With my earning ability, getting a few obedient pretty boys is an easy task.”

“I was wrong!” Tong Sanlang’s head hung even lower.

“Where were you wrong? You were saving your mother, you were fulfilling your filial duty, you were right, so thoroughly right that no one could find fault with it,” Qiao Xiaomai sneered.

Regardless of how extreme the Zhang Family might be, Tong Sanlang had never given up on this birth mother in his heart.

For this birth mother, he would climb mountains of swords and descend into seas of flames without a care for her feelings.

Was it wrong?

No.

From the standpoint of filial piety, Tong Sanlang could be considered a model of filial son.

But she was angry and jealous; her status was different from that of the Zhang Family, and there was no basis for comparison, and she had never really competed.

However, this time Tong Sanlang had nearly died, and she couldn’t help but compare them in her heart.

As Tong Sanlang’s wife, she wished that Tong Sanlang would put her first and consider her in all matters.

Reality was a slap in the face.

Reality proved that Tong Sanlang had not done this.

She was angry, she was envious, and she wanted to make things difficult for him.

“Tong Sanlang, if this time both your mother and I were captured, and you could only save one, whom would you save? Let’s be clear, saving one means the other is left with only death.”