Call Me Husband

The night was enchanting.

Tran Gia master lay down.

On the bed was a small table, and on the table, a basin of white steamed buns, a bowl of minced pork paste, a bowl of congealed deer blood, a small plate of pickled vegetables, and a roasted roe deer leg.

All this food was brought up from the cellar by Han An Nuong after she had prepared it.

On the dark, old tabletop, these freshly cooked or stir-fried covered dishes had hot white steam rising from them, intermingling, and the enticing aroma of meat diffused, filling the entire small room.

Because the windows were closed, the fragrance could not escape.

Tran Mac was not some great man, nor would he do things that made himself suffer to please others. Besides, eating meat for nourishment was related to his cultivation progress. What he ate at dusk was simply not enough to satisfy his needs.

The public display was for everyone to see; he wouldn't mistreat himself.

Moreover, he felt he hadn't wronged the villagers in any way. He protected them, organized them to build the mountain stronghold, and to this day, he had not received half a bit of benefit from them, instead spending quite a bit of silver.

Thinking this way, he felt he was simply a great benefactor.

Tran Mac directly picked up the roasted roe deer leg and, without any guilt, took a bite, chewing a few times before swallowing it into his stomach.

[Nourishing meat consumption count +0.05, Tu Duong Hoa Nguyen Cong experience +0.05.]

"Uncle, eat slowly, don't swallow so fast." Han An Nuong sat opposite Tran Mac, sewing clothes. She looked up and saw Tran Mac swallow after barely chewing a few times, and said with concern.

"Have you and Man Nhi eaten?"

Tran Mac put down the roasted roe deer leg, picked up a white steamed bun, tore it open from the middle, then used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of preserved meat, placing it inside the torn bun. With one bite, the fragrance of the bun and the spicy aroma of the preserved meat spread throughout his mouth, giving a sense of rich satisfaction.

"Man Nhi and I have eaten. Man Nhi is a little unwell, so I let her go rest." Afraid Tran Mac would choke, Han An Nuong put down what she was holding, got off the bed to pour Tran Mac a cup of water, and handed it to him.

"Unwell, is it serious?" Tran Mac was stunned; hopefully, she hadn't caught a cold.

"It should be nothing. She just said she had a bit of a headache. I saw she didn't have a fever or anything. She was still lively and energetic this afternoon."

"That's good then."

After sitting down again, Han An Nuong talked about her work progress, saying: "Vuong Gia Village and our Phuc Trach Village have finished plowing and sowing the rice seeds. Tomorrow, it should be Little Cao Village and Lieu Trang's turn."

Although the villagers didn't have enough to eat and were hungry, they would still keep the rice seeds for sowing.

After all, rice seeds were next year's hope.

"Mm."

Tran Mac licked the fingers that had just held the roasted roe deer leg, took a sip of water, and said: "Sister-in-law, tomorrow, help me ask around if there are any itinerant merchants in the village."

Currently, both Binh Dinh County and Thanh Dinh County were sealed off. The furs that could be sold in the village now had no place to be sold.

Therefore, Tran Mac wanted to find itinerant merchants to see if they could go to other counties.

If it could be done, he would try out those money-making schemes in his head to see if they worked.

Han An Nuong nodded gently. Now, as long as it didn't concern Tran Mac's safety, she wouldn't ask why. Naturally, she didn't ask what Tran Mac was looking for itinerant merchants for. Silent support was enough.

"Hoo, satisfying."

After eating, Tran Mac finished the remaining water in his cup, burped, and felt content.

"Uncle is full?" Han An Nuong asked.

"Full," Tran Mac said.

Hearing this, Han An Nuong put down her needle and thread, tidied up, took the bowls and chopsticks to wash, and stored the uneaten preserved meat in the cellar cupboard.

When she returned to the main bedroom, she found Tran Mac was no longer there. She didn't think much of it; she knew Tran Mac had a habit of going out for some activity after every meal. She removed the small table from the bed and remade the bed.

Next, she picked up the clothes she was sewing, blew out the lamp in the main bedroom, returned to the kitchen, boiled some hot water, then sat beside it, watching the water boil while sewing clothes.

Tran Mac went to the stables built at the back, poured hay into the manger, then picked up a pig bristle brush and meticulously groomed the horse.

Grooming could clean the dirt and insects off the horse's body and also enhance the bond between human and horse.

Unfortunately, this horse was too thin; the Thanh Ha Gang definitely hadn't been willing to spend the capital to raise it properly.

For a horse to get fat, it was best to feed it grains every night, adding some soybeans to increase protein.

But Tran Mac couldn't meet these conditions yet; he could only give it an extra meal of hay.

After tending to the horse, the night grew deeper. Only then did he walk back to the main bedroom.

Han An Nuong saw Uncle return and quickly brought hot water for Tran Mac to wash his face and feet.

After washing his face, Han An Nuong wrung out the towel and asked Tran Mac to sit down so she could attend to washing his feet.

But Tran Mac had her sit down instead, squatted in front of her, and said with a smile: "Tonight, let me wash Sister-in-law's feet for once."

"No, how can a man wash a woman's feet? It's not proper," Han An Nuong quickly refused.

But Tran Mac, without a word, grabbed Han An Nuong's calf and removed her embroidered shoes and mesh stockings.

Han An Nuong was not a pampered young lady. As a rural peasant woman, she naturally didn't have the kind of delicate, beautiful, exquisitely attractive small feet described in novels. However, they were not unsightly either, just like an ordinary woman's small feet, their virtue being that each toe was distinct, round and lustrous like pearls.

"Uncle, don't look..." Feeling Tran Mac's burning gaze fixed on her small feet, Han An Nuong's face flushed hot, and her body tensed up a little.

"Don't be afraid." Tran Mac placed Han An Nuong's small feet into the hot water and washed them carefully.

Han An Nuong felt the strange sensation on the soles of her feet and shyly turned her head away, but her whole heart felt as if it were soaking in a jar of honey.

After washing, Han An Nuong didn't even dry her feet before shyly retreating under the covers.

Tran Mac grinned, quickly washed himself, then opened the window and directly poured the foot-washing water outside.

Closing the window, Tran Mac lifted the quilt, once again grabbing Han An Nuong's small feet in his hand, and said with a smile: "They're not ugly, what are you hiding them for?"

"I... I'm shy."

Tran Mac chuckled and patted the "grindstone" (her buttocks).

Han An Nuong, out of muscle memory, turned her back and leaned against the windowsill, propped up.

But Tran Mac pulled her back: "Sister-in-law, I want to see your face."

"..."

The two were, after all, like husband and wife. After a brief moment of shyness, Han An Nuong, blushing, began to undo her clothes.

But Tran Mac pushed her hands away and said with a soft laugh: "Sister-in-law, I am most understanding of people's hearts."

Like a bamboo shoot shedding its outer layers.

Han An Nuong was arranged into a McDonald's M logo...

Tran Mac embraced the beauty.

Han An Nuong's figure was too voluptuous; holding her felt as if she were soft and boneless, extremely comfortable.

She turned her face towards Tran Mac, her eyes tightly closed, but her mouth was murmuring something unknown. Her orchid-like breath played on Tran Mac's face as she said softly: "Uncle..."

Tran Mac kissed Han An Nuong's fragrant lips. After a long while, he said: "I want Sister-in-law to call me... Husband."