Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 4

"Got it. Next time, don't add too much firewood at once, or it'll burn through again." Lu Lin replaced the clay pot and stood beside it, hammering his disabled leg.

"Thank you, Second Brother."

Lu Lin was taken aback. He thought that after Third Brother's marriage, his personality had become much more agreeable, unlike before when he was always out of sorts.

"I'll take the old pot that burned through to see if I can mend it for you. Keep it as a spare in the future."

"Alright, Second Brother, stay for dinner before you leave."

Lu Lin shook his head, picked up the clay pot, and hesitated. He was not good with words, but seeing the marks on his brother's neck, he couldn't help speaking up.

"Don't blame Father for finding you such a family. The Zhao family may be poor, but they're simple folk. There are no in-laws to manage, and your husband is diligent and hardworking. If you two live well together, things will surely improve."

Lu Yao nodded, understanding that these words from Second Brother were genuinely meant for his own good.

The original self was arrogant and stubborn, always dreaming of becoming a scholar's wife. If he had married into a complicated family, life would have been unbearable.

Ancient times were different from modern times; mothers-in-law were often the heads of households, and if they chose to torment their daughters-in-law, there was little the authorities could do about it.

Even in modern times, Lu Yao's mother had endured hardships when she first got married.

He remembered his mother telling him stories of how she was bullied by her mother-in-law when she was young.

Lu Yao's grandmother had bound feet and was known for her sharp tongue. When his mother first married, the old lady imposed many rules on her.

She had to wake up early to cook for the entire family, feed the pigs and cattle, and handle all household chores, even during childbirth.

Thinking about those conflicts between mother and daughter-in-law, Lu Yao felt overwhelmed. So marrying into the Zhao family was quite satisfactory, at least no one scolded him for burning through the pot.

"I'll be going now. If you need anything, come home. Mother always worries about you." Lu Lin left with the clay pot.

As soon as he left, the Zhao siblings returned, seeing Lu Yao washing the new pot.

Zhao Xiaonian hesitated before speaking, "If you don't know how to start the fire, I can help you." Her elder brother had instructed her to get along well with the new sister-in-law, but on the first day, the sister-in-law had tried to hang herself, nearly scaring her to death.

Lu Yao laughed, "No need. You and your brother can play outside. The water will heat up soon."

Zhao Xiaonian didn't leave but instead gathered courage to help Lu Yao gather firewood. Zhao Xiaodou, being timid, still hid behind her sister, barely daring to speak.

Soon, the water boiled. Lu Yao lifted the lid and placed all the bowls and chopsticks inside to boil.

In this era, there was no dish soap, and with the hot weather, food residue on the bowls inevitably fermented. Yesterday, while drinking porridge, he had noticed a sour smell on the clay bowl and had to force himself to finish it.

After soaking the dishes, Lu Yao went to the inner room, found the wedding veil, wrapped it around his head, and tied a cloth over his face. He picked up the worn broom in the corner and began sweeping the dust and cobwebs off the walls.