After being crossed, I have reached the pinnacle of my life

Wen Yan yelled about the backache, Jiang Zhou naturally felt distressed, after all, the culprit of the backache was also him, wasn't he?

He could only hang a pot over the brazier and cook glutinous rice balls in it, while pressing Wen Yan's waist.

As soon as he opened his clothes, Wen Yan couldn't help hissing slightly, the pain was really severe, he turned his head to look at his waist.

Fortunately, I was wearing a short jacket today, so I didn't have to lift up the whole garment like a long robe, but I could see the waist by lightly unbuttoning a few buttons.

As soon as he saw it, Jiang Zhou blamed himself a little.

Wen Yan's milky white and delicate skin, a little force will leave marks, and now the waist is densely bruised, occasionally interspersed with continuous hickey marks, green and red mixed on the white skin, especially obvious.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help being a little annoyed, he only drank a few glasses of wine yesterday and it didn't matter. It's a beast to toss Wen Yan like this.

Wen Yancai was really ashamed when he saw it, those marks... His mind was full of the time when Jiang Zhou emotionally pinched his waist yesterday.

In the past, Jiang Zhou was restrained. He was afraid of hurting him. He didn't dare to use force or go too far. His movements were extremely delicate. The two of them just faced each other for a while and then rested. At that time, he was warm and satisfied, but Last night, Jiang Zhou changed his usual style, he spared no effort, his actions were fierce but not rude, which gave him completely different feelings-one was calm and the boat was rocking slowly, and the other was stormy and rainy with blue waves. He didn't know which one The other kind is better, but his heart and his body tell himself that he doesn't reject it, and even likes it.

He was thinking wildly in his mind, feeling Jiang Zhou's rough fingers on his waist.

Jiang Zhou's fingertips were still hot. It was because he warmed his hands on purpose, and pressed Wen Yan's waist with gentle force, while rubbing the bruises for him with medicinal wine.

Rubbing and rubbing, Jiang Zhou was inevitably a little distracted, but he knew that Wen Yan was exhausted to the limit, so he didn't dare to do anything else, so he pressed the response and rubbed his waist seriously.

His technique is naturally excellent - he used to massage Jiang's mother when he was a child, and later he married Wen Yan and often massaged for him. Practice makes perfect, and he has a very good grasp of the strength.

Wen Yan was pressed very comfortably, almost drowsy, but just as he squinted his eyes, Jiang Zhou woke him up, and a bowl of glutinous rice balls was handed to him: "Eat something before going to sleep."

The small glutinous rice balls are clustered together, and the sesame filling inside will flow out from the gap when you press it down with a spoon. The unique sesame fragrance lingers in the air, seducing Wen Yan's gluttons.

Jiang Zhou only cooked six for him. Looking at Wen Yan's unsatisfactory expression, he comforted him: "Just eat six, that's all. If you eat too much glutinous rice, your stomach will bloat, and you won't be able to sleep after eating too much glutinous rice." gone."

Only then did Wen Yan reluctantly let go of the bowl: "Why do I get sleepy when I'm full?"

Jiang Zhou patted his head: "Sleep if you're sleepy, I'll wake you up later."

Wen Yan couldn't hold it any longer, so he fell asleep again in a daze.

Jiang Zhou cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, turned around and brought another bowl of glutinous rice balls to the door.

Lu Xiangxi was still earnestly beating the eggs, and greeted him when he came out: "Master!"

"Hush—" Jiang Zhou made a silent gesture, turned his head and glanced, and made sure that Wen Yan hadn't woken up before whispering: "Your teacher is asleep, let's keep your voice down."

He handed the bowl of glutinous rice balls to Lu Xiangxi: "Here, are you tired after working all morning? Eat a bowl of glutinous rice balls to cushion your stomach a bit."

Lu Xiangxi was also polite, and quickly finished the small half bucket of eggs in his hand, took the bowl of glutinous rice balls and squatted by the fire to eat.

Seeing that he was eating seriously, Jiang Zhou asked, "You came here to work on the first day of the Chinese New Year. Where's your mother?"

Lu Xiangxi buried her head: "My mother is resting at home. There are only two people in the left and right families. It's the same after the new year. I'll go back and accompany her after finishing the list in my hand."

Hearing what he said was pitiful, Jiang Zhou remembered that Mrs. Lu had taken good care of him after he woke up, so he said, "Well, I'll just celebrate the New Year with your wife, and it's not interesting. If you don't mind, just Take your mother over, and the four of us celebrate the new year?"

Lu Xiangxi knew that he meant well, but still refused: "We are used to it, but Master and you have just reconciled not long ago, it is better to get together."

After he said that, Jiang Zhou stopped persuading him, and just changed the subject: "Among the masons you mentioned earlier, are there any who are reliable and quick at work?"

Lu Xiangxi thought about it for a while, and offered him a personal choice: "Of course, I have something to do with you, Master!"

"Oh? Who?"

"Liu Sanlang's brother, Liu Erlang, is a mason. They are all honest and responsible people. You should also know that Sanlang was helping Master kill pigs."

Liu Sanlang?

Their family is indeed in duty, the eldest is a carpenter, the second is a mason, and the third is a good hunter. Besides, the relationship between Jiang Zhou and Liu Sanlang is not bad, so finding him should be somewhat secure.

"It's convenient to find Liu Erlang. You can ask Da Lang to provide the wood for the beams, so you don't have to bother to find a wood dealer."

"That's not bad, since it's like this, I'll go find Liu Erlang later."

The two chatted with the craftsmen for a while, and Jiang Zhou confirmed the candidates according to Lu Xiangxi's suggestion, and planned to find all the candidates at once tomorrow.

After chatting, Jiang Zhou looked up at the sky. It was almost noon, and it would be too troublesome to ask Lu Xiangxi to go back, so he kept him for dinner.

Villagers generally eat two meals, a dry meal in the morning near noon, and a meal in the afternoon near dinner, and they will not eat anything until the next day, and the same is true for Mrs. Lu's family.

Only Jiang Zhou's family seems to eat three meals a day, and he watched, his master often cooks small stoves for his wife, and Wen Yan is always the first to taste those freshly baked pastries.

Lu Xiangxi didn't have anything to eat when he went back, so he simply stayed. He has been greedy for his master's cooking skills for a long time.

Jiang Zhou didn't cook much when he was cooking yesterday. He and Wen Yan didn't like to eat leftovers, so every time they cook, they always serve two people. Anyway, they always make fresh ones.

"I'm going to cook. Your steamed chicken cake should be lowered. I saw it a while ago, and the steamed ones at the bottom are too hard."

"Hey! Master, you are busy!"

Jiang Zhou finished the meal and woke Wen Yan up again. After the three of them had a meal, Jiang Zhou turned to Liu Erlang to discuss building the house.

As soon as he left, Wen Yan cleaned everything inside and outside the house, and sat on the bed to sew clothes for Jiang Zhou.

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