mtl008 Chapter 241 Let’s talk about one thing
Chapter 241 Let’s talk about one thing
"Come and smell it." She stirred some pink paste with chopsticks and brought it to Han Zhibai.
He lowered his head slightly and sniffed, and indeed he smelled a faint floral scent, "There is no smell of lard at all!"
"Qingyue, you are so amazing!"
"Actually, I also learned this from a book. Once this is done, you pour it into the bamboo tube and I'll continue making the orchid."
She followed suit.
Soon, the orchid soap paste was made. It was white all over, the same color as the original one, but the difference was that you could smell the scent of orchid.
Pour the finished products into bamboo tubes, seal the mouth with oil paper, and they can be taken out and used after seven days.
After they were done, it was almost the hour of Xu and the hot water was ready. The two of them took turns going in to wash up. They had done a lot of work today and killed a pig, so they both felt dirty and washing their hair and taking a bath were essential.
After Xia Qingyue finished washing, she opened the jar of honey lard cream on the shelf in the bathroom and applied it all over her body as a body lotion. If she didn't apply it, her body would be dry and covered with flakes like snow, and she would feel itchy.
At her instruction, Han Zhibai also applied honey and lard ointment after taking a bath.
Quarter of an hour later, Han Zhibai finished washing and returned to his room. He held a clean face towel in his hand and wiped his wet hair while walking towards the bed.
Xia Qingyue was lying on the edge of the bed, facing sideways with her head against the headboard. She was wearing a duck down coat with the quilt covering her chest. She was reading a book in one hand and her long black hair was casually draped over the edge of the bed.
There is a small charcoal stove some distance away from the bed, which emits warm temperature and can help the hair dry faster.
Because of the burning charcoal, the door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap as wide as a palm.
Han Zhibai lifted the corner of the quilt at Xia Qingyue's feet and sat in the bed with his back facing outwards and his face facing inwards. He put on a down jacket specially designed for wearing in bed. After he was done, she handed him a book.
He took the book, picked up a corner of the page with his fingertips, and turned the page to read.
The oil lamp in the room flickered a few times, and the sound of pages turning could be heard. They read while keeping warm and drying their hair, in peace and leisure.
After more than half an hour, she was so sleepy that she yawned continuously. She put the book back on the bedside table. Her eyelids were drooping and her head was gradually moving downwards from the headboard.
Han Zhibai saw it, walked over to the end of the bed, moved to the side where he slept, put the book on the bedside table, reached out and touched the top of her head and her hair, and it was dry.
He held her waist and brought her down, adjusted a comfortable position for her to sleep, and tucked the quilt in carefully, "Qingyue, go to sleep."
She closed her eyes, turned over, faced him, and naturally wrapped her arms around his waist, mumbling, "Blow out the oil lamp, and we'll sleep together."
"Okay." He went to blow out the lights.
The room suddenly became dark.
Han Zhibai lay back on the bed. As soon as he lay down, she suddenly got into his arms and said softly:
"I noticed recently that the dark circles under your eyes have lightened a lot. Actually, you don't have to endure it so hard. I am willing to do so."
Every winter, she is afraid of the cold, her hands and feet are cold, and it is difficult for her to keep warm under the quilt when she sleeps alone.
But after sleeping in the same bed with him, his body was like a natural furnace. When she hugged him, her body would quickly warm up. So she especially liked to hug him before going to bed and when she woke up in the morning.
She didn't feel anything wrong during the two days she stayed in the small home at the foot of the mountain, but after returning to the valley, she gradually realized that something was wrong. Whenever they hugged each other, his breathing would become irregular and rapid, and his body would be very tense, especially in the mornings. After hugging for a while, he would always let go of her and get up in a hurry.
After thinking about it carefully, she suddenly realized that they slept in the same bed. Han Zhibai was a normal man. When he faced her, he had an uncontrollable physiological reaction. He tried his best to endure it, so he couldn't sleep well at night and had dark circles under his eyes.
After figuring it out, she thought about it carefully alone and decided that it would be best for both parties to talk it out and have a good chat.
She personally believed that since they truly loved each other and were already married, they could have sexual intercourse with precautions during a safe period while avoiding dangerous times.
After saying that, Xia Qingyue clearly felt that Han Zhibai's breathing became heavier, and there were some changes in his body.
He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Qingyue, after these few days of adjustment, I'm much better now, and I don't feel tired at all.
I think this matter is not the right time yet, you are still young, no matter what, I can't do anything that is harmful to you just for my own selfish desires, we still have a long life ahead of us, so take it slow."
The warm breath sprayed on her ears and neck. She shrank her neck due to the itch. When she heard him say that, she understood what he was thinking.
Great, now let's talk about this.
Thinking back to what he had just said, her heart was filled with joy and her face turned red and hot.
A good night's sleep.
The next morning, Xia Qingyue woke up early and wanted to open the door of the main hall to see what was happening outside, but when she pushed it once, it didn't open. She pushed it several times before it finally opened.
Under the eaves there was a thick wall of snow that was just above the knees. Because of the door being pushed open, a piece of snow in front of the door was pushed down, leaving a gap.
Ice crystals formed on the edge of the door frame.
Looking up at the eaves, there was a long string of strange-shaped icicles hanging on the eaves between each row of tiles, like ice skates.
Outside, heavy snow was falling and the cold wind was howling.
"Hiss." She was so cold that she closed the door, turned around to look at the two sleeping little ones, and felt relieved when she touched their bodies, feeling that they were very warm.
Turning to the kitchen, Han Zhibai was not there. The front stove was boiling hot water for washing, and the back stove was warming red bean porridge. There were also a few bowls on the stove, all covered with plates upside down. Those were dishes, and they could be placed on top to keep them warm.
She drew hot water to brush her teeth and wash up. There was a bottle of beauty cream in the bathroom, so she applied it on her face and then came out to the kitchen to eat breakfast.
Now she got up a little later every day, and by the time she had breakfast, he had just come back from feeding the poultry.
After washing the dishes, chopsticks, and pots, she sat in front of the stove, warmed herself by the fire, and buried a few sweet potatoes in the stove.
After a while, a strange noise was heard from above the roof.
She looked up and realized that he was going up there to sweep the snow.
It snowed heavily last night, resulting in a lot of snow accumulation. It would probably take a longer time to shovel the snow today, so she went back to her room, changed into work clothes, put on gloves, picked up a shovel and went outside to shovel the snow.
Heavy snow fell for several days. During these days, they hung the pickled meat on the rack above the stove to smoke it, shoveled snow every day, fed the poultry, and observed their warmth and survival. The rest of the time they stayed at home.
We would warm ourselves by the fire at home, eat snacks and read books, or we would make snacks together, like fried pumpkin seeds and roasted chestnuts. After the candy we made some time ago was finished, we made a new batch. There was konjac in the cellar, so we made konjac tofu and then konjac cake to pass the time.
Towards the middle of the month, the snow became lighter.
After so many days, Han Zhibai asked her, "Is the soap ready?"
"Oh, yeah, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it."
They brought out some bamboo soap tubes.
He picked up the machete, controlled the strength in his hand and moved it along the exit at the top of the bamboo tube, chopping it lightly a few times at regular intervals. The broken bamboo pieces bent outwards, blooming like flowers, revealing the soap inside.
The first soap that came out was the original soap. Xia Qingyue touched it and said, "It's not too soft or too hard. It's a success!"
She held a string in both hands, wrapped it around the soap, and then crossed the string and pulled it.
The thread was penetrated into the soap under the force, and soon a round piece of soap about six centimeters thick was cut off.
She cut out the entire bar of plain soap in one go and got nine pieces.