NOVEL NEXT Chapter 34
Chapter 34: Temperature
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“I have almost enough.”
In reality, it was far from enough. Even the thirty silver he had spent over the past few days had been reduced to ten.
Zhao Zhan quickly did the math in his mind. If the soybean sprouts grew well, he would be able to get thirty silver from the owner in three days.
In addition, the profits from the tofu and dried bean curd had not been tallied.
If bean sprouts could be sold at such a price, his road to building a beautiful house for his lover would come sooner than later.
However, Manager Li’s inn might not be able to accept such a large amount consistently.
He thought about the house that Yue Jiaojiao had told him about and estimated that it would cost at least two hundred silver.
He had never touched that much money in his whole life. Even though he didn’t have any money, he wanted it so badly that he would do anything no matter what.
At most, he could go into the mountains again to find the tiger that he had fought with last time. If he beat up the tiger, he would have the money to build a house.
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“Alright, since you’ve already made up your mind, I won’t say anything more. Now that you’re married, it’s time to build a house.”
Lizheng turned around and left after he finished speaking. Yue Jiaojiao had walked all the way from home to the field and had been standing there for so long. She began to complain that she was tired after just two steps.
Zhao Zhan immediately carried her on his back and walked steadily.
Yue Jiaojiao asked softly as soon as they arrived home.
“Zhao Zhan, go and cut the tofu we made last night,” Yue Jiaojiao gestured to the size of the tofu, “I’ll teach you how to make a dish.”
When they were living in town, Yue Jiaojiao had gone to the pharmacy to buy some wild pepper.
Although she hadn’t made the bean paste yet, many of the chilies Zhao Zhan had picked were dried. She had Zhao Zhan pick out the dried chilies and made him ground them into powder.
Stir-frying the red chili noodles in oil could also produce the same effect as making red chili oil.
When the mapo tofu was ready, Yue Jiaojiao immediately picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.
Compared to the flavor of modern bean paste that had been deeply processed, Zhao Zhan’s mapo tofu fully displayed the fragrance of the tofu.
The slight saltiness and spiciness stimulated her taste buds, and Yue Jiaojiao’s lips turned red.
Zhao Zhan’s eyes could not help but drift toward her mouth.
The spices made Yue Jiaojiao feel a little hot. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and her lips were very moist.
Zhao Zhan’s eyes unconsciously focused on her lips. The gaze that came from the side was too terrifying. Yue Jiaojiao swallowed the last mouthful of tofu and turned to look away.
The temperature of the air gradually rose.
Zhao Zhan felt as if sparks were exploding in the air.
He raised his hand to caress Yue Jiaojiao’s delicate and fair face. His eyes could not hold anyone else inside, only the lover in front of him.
Yue Jiaojiao was a little stunned.
Was everything happening too quickly?
Without waiting for her to think carefully, Zhao Zhan subconsciously leaned forward, and his hand moved to the back of Yue Jiaojiao’s neck.
He was extremely fragile and delicate. Zhao Zhan was so careful that he almost didn’t dare to touch her, for fear that he would hurt her if he lost control.
His palm was rough, and Yue Jiaojiao couldn’t help but move.
The tips of their noses rubbed against each other, and Zhao Zhan’s breathing almost stopped.
He didn’t know why it felt like he was addicted to touching his lover, and his forehead was almost touching Yue Jiaojiao’s.
Their breaths intertwined.
Zhao Zhan could clearly hear the rapid thumping of his chest. His fingers kept rubbing against the tender skin on the back of Yue Jiaojiao’s neck, like a young animal that could not help but rub against her face.
However, this did not solve his problem. On the contrary, it made his body burst out with an even stronger desire. Zhao Zhan felt like he was about to die of thirst and the only water he wanted was her.
From the start, he had been rubbing her face carefully, but now he was using more and more force until his hands were cupping her. Zhao Zhan stared straight at her red lips, as if there was a fire burning in the bottom of his eyes.