Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter2

Lu Yao stood helplessly by the stove, truly not expecting the clay pot to be so fragile—it had cracked after just a short while on the fire...

On his very first day of marriage, he had burned through their pot. If this got out, it would be a laughingstock in the village for a whole month.

But without a pot, they couldn't cook, and they couldn't go hungry forever. With no other choice, Lu Yao decided to seek help outside.

Across from the Zhao family lived Old Lady Zhao of the same surname, and to the right lived the family of Sister-in-Law Tian Er. Both families were on good terms with the Zhao family, so after a moment's thought, Lu Yao went straight across to Old Lady Zhao.

Old Lady Zhao was also cooking when she saw Lu Yao come in and quickly invited him inside.

"Xiao Lang, why are you here?" Xiao Lang was a term used to address a young married man.

Lu Yao scratched his head, feeling embarrassed. "I wanted to borrow your pot."

Old Lady Zhao didn't ask too many questions. "Wait until my food is cooked, then you can use it."

"Okay, okay." Lu Yao feared he might burn through someone else's pot as well, so he squatted beside her and carefully observed how she tended the fire.

The clay pot wasn't hard to use; he learned quickly. The fire shouldn't be too strong, and not too much wood should be added; the pot needed to be heated slowly to cook the food properly.

As she tended the fire, Old Lady Zhao chatted with him. "Da Chuan grew up under my watchful eye. This child has had a hard life. His mother died giving birth to the third child, and the next year, his father broke his leg while chopping wood on the mountain and passed away shortly after."

Lu Yao came back to his senses, listening to Old Lady Zhao introduce his husband's family situation.

"At that time, he was only a teenager, with his elder sister being three years old and his younger brother still nursing. He had to support the entire family alone. To be honest, even an adult might not have been able to manage."

Lu Yao nodded. At that age in his previous life, he was still worrying about how to eat spicy chips without his parents finding out.

Old Lady Zhao continued, "Back then, I advised him to give his younger brother away. There were many widows who hadn't had children fleeing famine at the time, and giving him away might have saved his life."

"But Da Chuan refused. He said he was the eldest brother and wouldn't abandon his own brother even if they starved to death," Old Lady Zhao said, wiping her eyes. "Now, finally, the children are grown, and Da Chuan has found a husband."

Lu Yao thought to himself that if it weren't for him coming here, even finding a husband would have been pointless. Life had indeed been tough for him.

Old Lady Zhao soon finished cooking. She lived alone, so there wasn't much food—just a bowl of millet porridge with a few vegetable leaves floating in it.

"The fire is still going; you can use the pot now."

"Alright." Lu Yao hurried home to scoop half a bowl of millet, then added two more scoops thinking of the two children outside.

In the courtyard, Zhao Xiaodou saw him carrying the bowl to Old Lady Zhao's house.

"Sister, what is he doing?"

Zhao Xiaonian shook her head. "I don't know. Let's go see!"

The two children tiptoed behind Lu Yao, and once he entered the house, they leaned against the door to eavesdrop.