Chapter 388: Chapter 388

Lu Yuanfeng brought Mu Shuangshuang to the place where she and he last bought a small pot.

She still remembered that time when she wasn’t very familiar with Lu Yuanfeng, he was such a doofus then.

Thinking about it now, it must not have been that he was dumb, it must have been that he thought he was too good, so that’s why he behaved that way.

Mu Shuangshuang, full of a mysterious self-confidence, walked into the blacksmith shop just in time to see some business going on.

Coincidentally, someone was buying an iron pot too, and Mu Shuangshuang joined in.

Little Niu still had a somewhat juvenile face, but when bargaining, he was already quite methodical.

"Aunt, I’m sorry, this small pot is our shop’s main product, perfect for hot pot in winter. My dad set the price at thirty wen, can’t go any lower."

Mu Shuangshuang was dumbfounded at the time.

Thirty wen, wasn’t it three wen?

Savvy as she was, she immediately realized what was going on. She turned her gaze to Lu Yuanfeng, who was blushing.

This silly boy started squandering money so early...

"Cough, cough... Shuangshuang, don’t look at me, let’s go have a look at the boiler room."

Lu Yuanfeng seemed to know the way, and with just a glance at Little Niu, he headed straight into the boiler room, the crucial place of the blacksmith shop.

The temperature in the boiler room was extremely high; upon entering, they were soaked with sweat, wiped several times, yet the more they wiped, the more came. Mu Shuangshuang simply ignored it, treating it like a sweat bath.

From the moment they entered, Lu Yuanfeng was always protective of her, blocking Shuangshuang from going near anything that seemed dangerous.

The further inside they went, the higher the temperature. The red-hot furnace, along with various pots and pans scattered on the ground, and a roughly fifty-year-old man hammering red-hot iron with a heavy hand.

The old man wore only a singlet, revealing his rough arms.

Mu Shuangshuang wanted to go closer but was blocked by Lu Yuanfeng.

"Shuangshuang, don’t go over there, it’s dangerous. You watch from the side, I’ll have a word with Uncle Da Niu."

Calling it a conversation, Mu Shuangshuang saw Lu Yuanfeng pulling off his clothes, revealing his solid shoulders. At this point, he was bare-chested, his chest muscles and eight-pack abs bulging.

Sweat trickled down his neck, slowly dripping, first to his chest, then to his abdomen, and finally below, around his Adonis belt, where droplets cascaded.

It gave people a bit of imagination.

Mu Shuangshuang’s face blushed a bit more suddenly, her eyes following those beads of sweat down.

In her mind, she was repeatedly hypnotizing herself, she was just looking, nothing more.

But Lu Yuanfeng’s physique was just too good, making one feel like drooling.

Mu Shuangshuang thought she had seen a half-naked man several times before, but none had ever made her feel so parched.

Uncle Da Niu felt someone had come from behind, assuming it was Little Niu, he didn’t mind. But when he saw such a tall figure in the boiler room, he suddenly turned around.

"Oh, Fengzi, it’s you!" The old man’s eyes suddenly welled up, genuinely surprised at Lu Yuanfeng’s presence.

"Hmm, Uncle Da Niu, long... time no see!"

Lu Yuanfeng was also a bit emotional, yet he remained much more composed than the old man.

"Uncle Da Niu, let me handle this here, you take a break."

The old man initially wanted to refuse, but upon seeing Mu Shuangshuang watching not far away, he suddenly felt calm inside.

A man must show his skills in front of the girl he likes.

Lu Yuanfeng picked up the sledgehammer, imitating Da Niu’s movements, hammer by hammer striking the iron shovel.

The clash of iron produced a rhythm that sounded almost musical.

Mu Shuangshuang unconsciously hummed along to Lu Yuanfeng’s hammering rhythm, and Da Niu, watching from the side, seemed very pleased with every move Lu Yuanfeng made, even starting to praise him later. Get full chapters from novｅlfire.net

"Fengzi, your craftsmanship hasn’t dulled a bit over the years, it’s truly impressive."

Lu Yuanfeng said nothing; all his focus was on the hot iron piece in his hands. Despite feeling a bit fatigued from the constant refining, glancing at Shuangshuang behind him instantly revitalized him.

Once an iron shovel was finished and set aside, Lu Yuanfeng’s clothes were soaked enough to wring out water.

"Fengzi, come, let’s go out and have a good chat; Uncle hasn’t seen you for a long time."

"Sure, Uncle Da Niu, this is Shuangshuang, my future... wife, Shuangshuang."

When saying ’wife’, Lu Yuanfeng’s face was mostly red.

He actually wanted to announce to the world long ago that Shuangshuang was his wife, but feared that Shuangshuang would be angry.

Today, having done something he hadn’t for a long time—ironworking—emotionally charged, he impulsively called her wife.

Lu Yuanfeng secretly observed Mu Shuangshuang’s expression and, seeing she wasn’t angry, felt the burden in his heart instantly lift, but how could Shuangshuang not be upset?

With this thought, the three of them left the boiler room.

Suddenly, Mu Shuangshuang felt refreshed; the shop seemed filled with gusts of cool wind, soothing her face.

But Lu Yuanfeng wouldn’t let her feel the breeze. Blocking her, he said, "Just coming out of the boiler room, don’t get hit by the wind, it’s easy to catch a fever."

Summer fever isn’t easy to treat, and with Shuangshuang being so slender, Lu Yuanfeng naturally had to protect her like a treasure.

Not only that, he also found a towel, letting Shuangshuang wipe the sweat off her forehead and neck clean.

Mu Shuangshuang glanced at the towel and realized it was new, heightening her appreciation for Fengzi’s thoughtful actions.

Mu Shuangshuang felt that her relationship with Lu Yuanfeng should be quite peculiar. Others discover various goods before getting together, whereas she was still discovering Fengzi’s goodness after being together.

And these discoveries were never the same.

In high spirits, she wiped the sweat off her face and was just about to wash the towel when Lu Yuanfeng took it from her.

She thought he meant to wash it but unexpectedly, Lu Yuanfeng began using it to wipe off his own sweat.

"Fengzi, you..." Mu Shuangshuang was a bit surprised; didn’t he mind it being dirty?

Lu Yuanfeng understood her implication from her expression and quickly shook his head.

"It’s not dirty; the towel used by Shuangshuang I don’t dislike, as long as Shuangshuang doesn’t dislike me."

Somehow, Mu Shuangshuang’s mind suddenly recalled a memory she had never thought of before.

It was from when she had just transmigrated here, when she was so infuriated by Ma Houhou that she vomited blood and needed to find a creek to bathe.

During that time, someone had carried her for quite a distance and, bringing her inside, covered her with a quilt, not despising her at all then.

Recalling these things, Mu Shuangshuang felt there might indeed be a destined bond between her and Fengzi.