Sister-in-law ah

In the darkness, Han An Nuong pressed her face against Tran Mac's chest, her face flushed hot. Most importantly, she felt a sensation she had never experienced in her life spread throughout her body, leaving her without a shred of strength, completely limp.

She bit her thin lips tightly, forcibly controlling herself from singing out.

However, the body's instincts, how could they be so easily suppressed? As her legs were pushed up to rest against his shoulders, not long after, she seemed to see the Heavenly Court. It was just a pity she never saw any fairies before quickly falling.

Perhaps even the heavens didn't want her to leave with regrets; she once again stepped into the Heavenly Court, met fairies, so beautiful.

However, this act of hers, barging into the Heavenly Court, was quickly discovered by heavenly soldiers and generals. They forcefully struck her down to the mortal world. Not only that, but they also gave her a heart-wrenching lesson, making her unable to stop crying.

Only when Tran Mac lit the lamp, and the pitch-black room was filled with dim lamplight, did Han An Nuong stop her sobbing. The sudden light made her narrow her eyes; her consciousness slowly detached from the illusion.

Immediately after, she sensed Tran Mac's burning gaze and reached out to cover his eyes: "Nhi... Nhi Lang, don't look."

Her tone, already soft, was now even softer, yet carried a trace of hoarseness from crying.

"Slap!"

Tran Mac removed Han An Nuong's hand, then lightly patted it. Tran Mac frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you to call me Uncle?"

"Nhi... Nhi Lang, don't damage me."

Han An Nuong's tone was complaining. She instinctively wanted to push Tran Mac away, but her whole body had no strength left; helplessly, she let it be.

Tran Mac leaned down and kissed Han An Nuong's forehead, looking at her affectionately: "Sister-in-law, you are truly beautiful!"

At this moment, Han An Nuong's hair was already disheveled beyond measure, scattered on the bedside. A few strands of black hair on her fair forehead were fixed by sweat, like black pines painted on white rice paper.

Her pair of autumn-water eyes were closed, the corners still carrying some crystal-clear sweat, making Han An Nuong's whole face look rather sweet and lovely. Below her tall, exquisite jade-like nose, her cherry lips were slightly parted. Below her snow-white swan-like neck, Han An Nuong's delicate, shapely collarbones were revealed, with several red marks on them.

"Uncle, don't... don't tease me. I'm just a country village woman, how can I be beautiful?" Han An Nuong's heart thumped like a startled fawn; she fundamentally didn't dare to look directly into Tran Mac's eyes.

"Sister-in-law is willing to call me Uncle now," Tran Mac teased.

"...Uncle ah." Han An Nuong shyly burrowed her head into the bedding beside her.

"Sister-in-law, you are beautiful without knowing it..."

Tran Mac chuckled, then was about to get out of bed to make dinner.

He clearly knew his own strength, knew that his sister-in-law wouldn't be able to busy herself tonight.

"Hiss..."

As Tran Mac jumped out of bed, it pulled at the wound on his back, making him suck in a cold breath.

"Uncle, your wound..."

Han An Nuong's head poked out from under the quilt.

"It might have opened up a bit, it's nothing. Sister-in-law, you lie down, I'll go make food."

Tran Mac dealt with the bloodstains on the bed, put on his clothes, and carried the wooden basin out.

However, he quickly returned to the house, carrying a teapot.

"Sister-in-law must be thirsty. Drink some water first."

Tran Mac placed the teapot on the bedside table, then went out again.

Feeling Tran Mac's subtle care, Han An Nuong's heart felt a wave of numbness.

Hearing the movement outside, Han An Nuong thought of something and said, "Uncle, I've already cooked the food. It's probably cold now. Just heat it up, and it'll be fine."

Tran Mac, who had just lit the fire in the stove, responded from the kitchen.

Tran Mac placed a pot on the stove mouth, put a ladle of clean water in the pot, then placed a small wooden rack in the clean water, put the cold food on the small wooden rack, and finally covered the pot with a lid.

When the water in the pot boiled, the food would also be heated.

Then he took out a piece of bear meat weighing over five jin, as well as congealed blocks of bear blood, and cut them into small pieces.

After the food was heated, he took out the wooden rack from the pot, scooped out the water, and put in a small piece of lard.

After the lard melted, he added the purchased white sugar, simply caramelized it, then poured in a ladle of clean water, followed by the purchased spices and salt.

After the aroma rose, he added the cut bear meat and bear blood.

Before long, the fragrance filled the air.

However, in this midwinter, with howling wind and snow, the fragrance also couldn't travel far.

Tran Mac tasted a piece of bear meat, his eyes immediately narrowing.

Fragrant.

Compared to the bland and tasteless food he had eaten before.

This, before him now, was considered real food.

This was called living.

Extinguishing the kitchen fire, Tran Mac carried the food and entered the room.

Han An Nuong was holding the hairpin Tran Mac gave her, gently stroking it with her fingers. Seeing Tran Mac enter, she immediately shyly hid the hairpin and said softly, "Uncle, why is it so fragrant?"

Saying so, she even sniffed hard, propping herself up to sit.

"I bought spices and white sugar in the city. Food made this way is a bit more fragrant."

Tran Mac pretended not to see Han An Nuong's small actions, placed the food on the bed, then helped her lean against the wall to sit, placing a pillow behind her back so she wouldn't be cold.

Han An Nuong saw it all, her heart warm, thinking to herself: "Uncle really knows how to care for people..."

Tran Mac knew Han An Nuong's body hadn't recovered yet. He served her rice well, picked up food for her, and said, "Sister-in-law, try some."

"Mm."

Han An Nuong tasted a bite, her eyes widened, biting her chopsticks as she said, "Didn't expect Uncle also has such good cooking skills."

"Sister-in-law is exaggerating. It's thanks to the spices. If you were to cook, it would definitely be much more delicious than what I made."

Tran Mac picked up a piece of bear blood and put it in his mouth.

[Nourishing beast blood consumption +1, Nourishing Blood Technique experience +1.]

...

After the meal, Tran Mac glanced at the cultivation technique column.

Nourishing Blood Technique (Minor Accomplishment 77.2/500).

Han An Nuong's appetite was very small; that bit of bear meat and bear blood was mostly eaten by him.

Perhaps because he had become a martial artist, his appetite was also larger than before, and his digestion faster.

If it were before, Tran Mac would always want to move around a bit, pacing back and forth in the room to promote digestion or something.

But this time, after Tran Mac finished washing the dishes and returned to the room, he blew out the lamp, then hugged Han An Nuong, the two clinging together again.

If not for considering Han An Nuong might not be able to take it, Tran Mac would have wanted to grind once more.

However, other advantages, he still had to take.

...

The next day, before the sky was bright.

Tran Mac felt the soft body in his arms stirring. Seeing this, he hugged Han An Nuong a little tighter, saying drowsily, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

Han An Nuong struggled, her face red as she said, "I want to go back to my own room. Otherwise, if people see, I'll have no face to see anyone. I don't care, but Uncle, you are a scholar; don't ruin your reputation."

Hearing this, Tran Mac's drowsiness dissipated a little. He opened his eyes, not only not letting go of Han An Nuong, but instead hugging her even tighter, smiling as he said, "Sister-in-law, don't be foolish. Since Elder Brother and Mother passed away, you and I have been living under the same roof. Those old women in the village probably started gossiping about us long ago."..