The Rough Hunter's Little Lucky Wife

Chapter 35: Don’t Teach Me

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yue Jiaojiao felt like she had been bewitched.

The man — who usually only knew how to bury his head in work — had an intimidating aura right now. This made her feel as if her entire body was wrapped in his desire.

His eyes were a little misty, and Yue Jiaojiao blinked.

Their eyes met, and Zhao Zhan immediately retreated.

His hands were unnaturally folded in front of him, and his face was completely red. He turned his head away from the other person and said, “I just...”

Zhao Zhan was extremely glad that his robe was large. Otherwise, his embarrassment would have been exposed.

“I’ll go boil some water for you to take a bath.”

Zhao Zhan didn’t dare to stay any longer. He turned around and ran out in a panic. It was a cold day, so he jumped into the river and soaked in cold water for a long time. When he felt that he had finally returned to normal, he ran back to boil the water.

Yue Jiaojiao was originally a little angry when he did that. When she saw Zhao Zhan’s reaction after and realized that he didn’t know anything, she couldn’t help but laugh.

She would never teach him unless he begged her!

Zhao Zhan had no idea how many times he had missed out on his opportunities today, or how many times he had missed out on a happy life. He was simply rejoicing that his lover didn’t back down!

When Yue Jiaojiao woke up the next day, Zhao Zhan had already gone to town.

Lizheng’s family would drive an ox cart to town every five days. Usually, if the villagers had nothing urgent to do, they would wait for this time to pick the vegetables from the field and sell them in town.

Zhao Zhan would usually rather walk there because the ox cart was too slow, but today, because the tofu in the basket was fragile, he was willing to spend two copper coins to get on the ox cart.

The ox cart would usually be by the village entrance at dawn to set off. At this time, Yue Jiaojiao was still asleep.

Zhao Zhan didn’t want to wake her up, but he had left breakfast in a can to keep it warm for her so that she could eat as soon as he got up.

Today was also the day to deliver the bean sprouts to Manager Li.

Zhao Zhan went directly to the back door of the inn. When the shop assistant saw him, he happily slapped his thigh. “You’re finally here. Our boss’s hair has turned white from waiting for you for the past few days. Come in and wait here. I’ll call him over.”

“Hello Sir, you’re finally here.” Manager Li’s face was full of joy. He walked up to Zhao Zhan and hurriedly took the jar from him.

“You don’t know this, but the guests at my inn have been asking about that yellow beansprout these past few days. The last time we signed the contract, you went home. When that Young Master Fang woke up, he went out looking for you.

“If you didn’t leave me some when you left, I would have asked the kitchen to make it and send him away. I don’t know what kind of bad luck my inn would have if that actually happened…”

As he spoke, he took out a pouch and placed it in Zhao Zhan’s hand. “Here, the thirty silver. Count them yourself. The customers have been waiting for this.”

“I trust you.” Zhao Zhan put the purse in his arms and then put the basket he had been carefully carrying on the ground. “I brought you two new dishes today. Hopeful you’ll accept them. Can I borrow your kitchen for a while? I’ll make it for you to try.”

“Of course.” Manager Li stared at the square block of tofu in Zhao Zhan’s hand. “It seems that this is another rare item. I’ve never seen it before. What’s the name of this thing?”