Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 31

This morning, Lin Daman greeted Lu Yao and went to Song Changshun's house for some grain. When he arrived, the door was locked, and looking at the familiar house, Lin Daman felt a mix of emotions.

He had lived in that old house for seven years. When they first got married, the Songs were poor, and a family of seven or eight people crammed into three rooms. Because of his fiery temper, which annoyed Song Laotai, she decided to split the household and moved them to the old house next door.

At the time, the old house was so dilapidated it didn't even have a roof, but he climbed up and fixed it bit by bit.

Back then, he was young and didn't feel the hardship no matter how tough things were. He believed that as long as they worked hard together, they would eventually make a better life.

When Xiaochun was born, Song Changshun's laziness began to show, and he spent his days idling around, doing nothing. Lin Daman had argued with him, fought with him, and even resorted to physical violence, but he never changed; instead, he became worse, often disappearing during busy farming seasons.

After their second child was born, Lin Daman stopped arguing with him. If he could do something, he did it; if not, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't rely on his husband, so he acted as if he didn't exist.

Thinking about those miserable years, Lin Daman found it all laughable. No man was as useless as he was, like an animal that wouldn't move when led and backed away when pushed.

Waiting for a while without anyone returning, Lin Daman turned to Song Laotai's house.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard Song Laotai yelling, "Crying, crying, crying! Are you possessed by a spirit of death?"

"I want my mother, I want my mother!" Song Ping wailed loudly. Since his illness, he had developed a condition where excessive crying triggered coughing fits so severe he almost passed out.

Song Laotai, both anxious and angry, patted his back and said, "Your mother is dead, stop thinking about her!"

"My mother isn't dead, you sent her to the nunnery! Bad grandma, let my mother out!"

Song Laotai was furious, feeling wronged after all her efforts. She slapped Song Ping twice, making him cry even harder.

"Cough." Lin Daman coughed, and Song Laotai looked up, her eyes brightening upon seeing him.

"Daman is back, come inside!"

"No need to go in. I have something to say here. We agreed that half the grain from the field is mine. The children are waiting for food, so I came to ask when Song Changshun will divide the grain."

Song Laotai pursed her lips, "You should ask the second son. How would I know?"

"He's not home. If you see him, please tell him for me." Lin Daman finished his business and turned to leave.

Song Laotai hurriedly chased after him, grabbing his arm. "Daman, don't go yet. Mother wants to talk to you."

Lin Daman pulled his arm away, frowning. "If you have something to say, say it. Don't touch me."

"How much does Zhao Jiaxiaolang give you for making tofu every day?"

"What's it to you?"

"He makes so much money from tofu. Aren't you envious?"

Lin Daman wasn't envious. Making tofu was Zhao's skill, and he only provided labor. Living in Zhao's house and getting paid for work was good enough for him.