Translator: dapotaturs
Release Date: 01/31/2024
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Chapter 105: Harsh Winter Arrives...The days have become unbelievably decadent.
After the onset of winter, the weather grew colder with each passing day. As the year came to an end, snow began to fall. In the past few days, a heavy snowfall covered the village, and snowflakes gracefully descended throughout the day, draping the entire village in a white quilt.
Before the villagers could clear the snow from their rooftops, a fine, misty snowfall began again, accompanied by raindrops. It didn't take long for the wet and cold snow to penetrate the cotton-padded jackets worn by the villagers, forcing them to retreat indoors.
With no work scheduled in the village these days, the villagers stayed huddled indoors, seeking warmth during the winter. Unfortunately, the heating conditions were not ideal, as the rural earthen walls provided little insulation.
Xu Hengzhou decided to lock the bedroom door tightly, leaving a small gap in the window for ventilation. Inside, a stove burned, a small pot sat on top, constantly heating water, and occasionally an egg would be boiled.
Xiang Chen, wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, curled up under the blankets with a hot water bottle at his feet. He leaned against his brother's warm chest. On the wall at the head of the bed, Xu Hengzhou ingeniously nailed a shelf and hung a battery-operated desk lamp from it.
Their home was far from other houses in the village, and besides the gentle rustle of falling snow, no other sounds could be heard outside. Xiang Chen and Xu Hengzhou either read together or played games during this weather, engaging in activities such as poker, flying chess, Monopoly, or video games.
They didn't have to go out even when hungry. With just the two of them, it was too much trouble to go outside and cook in this weather. Xu Hengzhou had stocked up on coal early on and had someone knowledgeable in the village help him burn a pile of charcoal. In a corner of the bedroom, there was a basket filled with these items.
The small pot in the house made it convenient to cook noodles or dumplings. If they got tired of that, they could have a hot pot. The space had specially packaged hot pot balls, beef and lamb rolls, and a variety of vegetables, noodles, and mushrooms – whatever they wanted to eat, they could prepare.
Xiang Chen happily indulged in this feast for a few days. After eating, he would sweat profusely, walk around the room, or learn a thing or two from his brother. In the end, he complained that the room was too small for him to move around, and felt confident enough to go out and punch a tiger without even learning the basics.
After exercising, the two would return to their leisure activities. They didn't adhere to any specific meal times; when hungry, they would grab a couple of eggs from the pot or have some snacks. Xiang Chen drank milk, while Xu Hengzhou had tea. When they felt tired, they would use the hot water in the small pot for a quick wash, open the door, lock it again, and then go to sleep.
After a few days of this decadent lifestyle, Xiang Chen lifted his shirt and touched his stomach, feeling like he had gained some weight. His brother, on the other hand, was often seen doing various exercises like push-ups, sit-ups, and handstands. Taking advantage of his brother's sleep, Xiang Chen would sneakily lift his brother's shirt and marvel at the six-pack abs, envying him as he touched them several times.
Comparing his tender little belly, Xiang Chen felt a bitter sadness, tears almost falling. He could only console himself, thinking that he was still young, and muscles weren't easy to build. He completely ignored the fact that before he lost weight, he was also weak with only one abdominal muscle.
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