The Foolish Husband of the Landlord's Family (GL)

Chapter 37: The Crybaby and the Vain

In the kitchen, Song Keyan, a young lady unaccustomed to menial tasks, decided to personally brew medicine for Jiang Yuan to win her favor. Meanwhile, Lin Kong, inexperienced in cooking, also wanted to prepare medicine for her wife.

Unaware of Jiang Yuan’s intent to divert them, both were eager for the task. A maid, foreseeing the chaos of both insisting on brewing the medicine, prepared a third portion herself in the small kitchen.

Lin Kong and Song Keyan each took a set of herbs and claimed a stove with a pile of firewood.

Song Keyan, crouched gracefully, struck her flint, noticing Lin Kong competing beside her.

Unkindly, she quipped, "Young Master Lin looks so frail, hardly manly."

To a genuine man, this would be a grave insult, but Lin Kong was truly a girl.

Slightly wary, Lin Kong feared Song Keyan might discover her secret, but then, puzzled, she scratched her head, "Miss Trouble, how am I frail?"

After all, she knew many martial arts.

"Tch, you look frail, can’t even fill out your clothes," Song Keyan taunted.

Though she didn’t want to argue, her pride made her compete with Lin Kong, refusing to admit Jiang Yuan’s attention was all on Lin Kong.

Lin Kong glanced at her too-large clothes, meant for someone bigger, her small frame unable to fill them. Remembering Jiang Yuan’s graceful curves and comparing to Song Keyan’s figure, an epiphany struck her, "I get it! Miss Trouble, you mean you’re soft there, and I have nothing?"

She wasn’t lacking; she just wore a chest wrap, and her wife’s were softer, so she didn’t envy Miss Trouble.

"…" Song Keyan was speechless, feeling the sting of the old chest-touching joke, a constant reminder.

Lin Kong innocently stirred her memory, and if not for Jiang Yuan, she’d have kicked Lin Kong, who was crouched by the stove.

Unaware her behind was targeted, Lin Kong clutched dry straw. Though she’d spent years in Liuping Village, she’d never done hard labor, let alone brewed medicine.

Fortunately, her stove was warm, needing only straw and a few breaths to ignite.

Excitedly, she added straw, watching it spark and smoke, but no flames appeared. Recalling past advice, she lay prone at the stove, blowing air, unaware the fire would catch just then, flaring up and causing her to retreat, hitting her head on the pot with a thud.

Song Keyan, still struggling with her flint, smelled burnt feathers, turning to see Lin Kong’s plight, bursting into laughter…

After discussing with Shiqi, Jiang Yuan lay quietly in bed, unused to being without Lin Kong. She considered checking on the medicine but feared overstepping and facing Song Keyan.

Deciding Lin Kong should learn household chores, she convinced herself, feeling drowsy, and soon dreamt of her past.

Though she knew she couldn’t return, she hadn’t dwelled on it, yet reality invaded her dreams, blurring past and present, leaving her uncertain.