Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 7 Are there mice in the house?

The next morning, before five o'clock, Zhou Gangxun got up to cook. There was only half a peach left in the bag of peaches in the kitchen.

Zhou Gangxun watched, no longer expecting Ruan Zhijuan to do housework, but couldn't she at least eat everything clean? Why did she have to leave this half-eaten peach, making a mess of sweet juice everywhere?

Zhou Gangxun took out the peach that was only half-eaten, scoffed, and said, "Disgusting, it looks like something a puppy would chew on."

Just as he was about to throw the peaches away, he saw the two cleanly gnawed peach pits in the trash can, along with his half-smoked cigarette, completely soaked in water. "..."

After all, if Ruan Zhijuan were to be reasonable, she wouldn't be Ruan Zhijuan.

So Zhou Gangxun dealt with the "murder weapon" that Zhou Gangxun used in his dream last night.

Half asleep, Ruan Zhijuan saw it, staggered over, opened her mouth, and without saying a word, bit into the peach that was hanging above the trash can, which was severely oxidized and badly bitten.

"Did you buy peaches yesterday? Why didn't you let me eat any?" Ruan Zhijuan mumbled through her oxidized peach, accusing him first, and then asking, "Didn't you buy them for me? Aren't I your wife?"

Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan's cheek, which was busy biting into the peach, with his dark eyes. He then let go and threw the peach into the trash can named Ruan Zhijuan. "It's early morning, you're sleeping."

"You can wake me up even if you're sleeping," Ruan Zhijuan said matter-of-factly. "Look, there's only half a peach left out of three. Are there mice in the house, Zhou Gangxun...?"

Zhou Gangxun looked down at Ruan Zhijuan, who was up to his chest. Yes, there was a rat, a stupid rat that was 1.76 meters tall, with messy hair from sleeping, a heart-shaped red mark on its face from the pattern on the pillowcase, and that would spit peach pits into the trash can and soak its cigarettes in water.

How did you know I bought three peaches?

Zhou Gang asked, his gaze following Ruan Zhijuan's head down to the top. There was a small, soft bump on the right side of his head, a bit bruised, which must have been from a bump he had bumped last night. He hadn't dared to make a sound even after bumping his head while trying to sneak a bite.

"Huh? I guessed," Ruan Zhijuan said, greedily biting into a peach, changing the subject, "How come you're so poor... you only buy rotten peaches..."

As she spoke, she exaggeratedly made a disgusted face, saying, "It doesn't taste good, ptooey ptooey ptooey."

But despite saying that, he didn't leave a single piece of peach in his mouth.

"Hurry up and cook, I'm starving." Ruan Zhijuan was afraid that if she talked too much, she would reveal that he had eaten those peaches last night, so she quickly ended the conversation, ran to the sofa, and sat down to eat.

He originally wanted to eat while lying in bed, but he was afraid of getting the sheets dirty, and since Zhou Gangxun wouldn't wash them, he would definitely have to wash them himself.

His fair and delicate hands must have rubbed the sheets until they turned red.

Just thinking about it hurts.

He still remembered his previous life, where he had to wash clothes for four people: his parents and his seven-year-old brother. It was damp and cold in the south, and there was no hot water. Hot water was for the family to drink, not for him to wash clothes. Besides, he had a lot of clothes to wash, and the pot of hot water wasn't enough.

So he could only rub his fingers one by one in the freezing water until they turned red. After a while, they became itchy and painful, and swollen very much. He said he had frostbite.

I heard from the village elders that there was a family whose frostbite on their feet was so severe that it led to necrosis and amputation.

He was terrified, fearing that his hands would be amputated if they were damaged.

But then I thought, if he had his leg amputated, would he no longer have to work? My parents wouldn't abandon him because of this, would they? They wouldn't... He may not have a hand, but he still has a leg, so he can do other things.

However, Ruan Zhijuan's hand was saved because her younger brother was afraid of the cold, so the family had a small stove for warmth. Every time he washed clothes, he would quietly move to a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the stove.

Because he couldn't compete with his younger brother, otherwise his parents would kick him out, but even so, it was still better than freezing outside.

However, his chilblains would flare up again every winter.

Because he still had to wash clothes and do chores, his hands became rough, dry, and cracked, turning a dark reddish-brown color, like wooden sticks.

Unlike now, they're so well-fed and healthy.

Ruan Zhijuan looked down at her fingers, happily eating a peach. She took a face cream from the cabinet, scooped out a fingerful, and applied it to her hands and face, instantly making them smell nice.

"Have a meal."

In ten minutes, Zhou Gangxun made white rice porridge, heated up two milk-flavored steamed buns for Ruan Zhijuan, heated up a regular coarse grain steamed bun for himself, and ate it with a plate of fermented bean curd.

Ruan Zhijuan gnawed the peach pit clean, threw it in the trash can, shifted her position, and sat down at the dining table.

The space in the rented room is limited, so the dining table is usually only brought out when it's time to eat. Ruan Zhijuan usually eats directly on the low coffee table.

The dining table was left by the previous residents; it's a foldable wooden table.

There are a few dark stains on it that can't be wiped off, and it has an unpleasant smell. Ruan Zhijuan dislikes using the table every time she uses it.

As it turned out, Zhou Gangxun also disliked it, either deliberately avoiding placing his arm on the stained areas or simply not putting it on the table at all.

Zhou Gangxun ate very quickly, finishing in less than five minutes, and then went to work at the construction site.

The steamed bun in Ruan Zhijuan's hand had just suffered a minor injury, a laceration.

He stared at the tightly closed door, then closed the two halves of the steamed bun, which he had delicately coated with fermented bean curd, and pressed them together. As he ate, he muttered, "He eats so fast, his stomach must be in bad shape. Humph, I'm not going to compete with him in speed... I want to live a long life..."

Ruan Zhijuan went back to sleep after finishing his meal. He got up at this time so that he could have another breakfast before Zhou Gangxun went to the construction site, so that he wouldn't have to sleep until nine or ten o'clock and then have lunch shortly after getting up, which would mean missing out on another meal.

Ruan Zhijuan slept soundly, her mouth still tasting of the sweetness of peaches.

He didn't wake up until after 10 a.m., still missing the taste of the peach. He licked his lips and thought about it for a few minutes before changing his clothes and going to the construction site to find Zhou Gangxun.