Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

When Liu Xiangyang pushed open the gate to his courtyard, the lights were on inside the house.

Warm yellow light shone through the window, and the kitchen was filled with the clanging of spatulas against iron pots. Le Yao's chattering voice, mixed with the smell of cooking, drifted out, and Le Qi responded softly.

As soon as he stepped across the threshold, Le Yao spotted him first. She shoved the spatula into Le Qi's hand and pounced into his arms like a little cannonball.

Liu Xiangyang reached out and caught the person steadily, then pulled him directly into his arms.

Le Yao let out a soft "Ah!" as her cheek bumped against his chest, which was cool with the evening breeze. Her earlobes instantly turned bright red, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she buried her face in his chest and chuckled softly, "What are you doing...?"

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head, leaned close to her neck, and took a deep breath of her faint fragrance: "I missed you."

Le Yao fell silent instantly, rubbing her face against his coarse cloth jacket. After a while, she softly murmured, "...Then hold me tighter."

Liu Xiangyang pulled his arms around her tightly, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

"Brother! I want a hug too!" Zuo Qingqing jumped up from the stool and tiptoed to squeeze next to him.

Liu Xiangyang freed one hand and pulled her into his arms as well. The little girl snuggled against his arm contentedly, nuzzling her head back and forth, complaining, "Brother, the smell of your sweat is awful," but she clung even tighter, refusing to move away.

Jiang Xiaowen poked her head out from beside the stove, her loud voice booming, "Brother! What about me? I want a hug too!"

Liu Xiangyang glanced at her, a smile in his eyes, but his tone was deliberately stern: "You should stir the vegetables in the pot first, or they'll burn and we won't have dinner tonight."

Jiang Xiaowen cried out "Oh dear!" and quickly turned around to salvage the pot of food, no longer daring to cause any more trouble.

Le Yao nestled in Liu Xiangyang's arms, her bright almond-shaped eyes looking up at him, her little hands tugging at his collar: "Brother, are you really going to Harbin for training? Didn't you say before that you were Captain Wang's son?"

"Sigh, Li Jianjun tricked me." Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead.

"But it's alright, I've already talked to Captain Wang, so you don't need to worry."

He gently touched her soft lips again, and Le Yao froze instantly, her face turning bright red. She covered her face and burrowed into his arms.

"Brother..." Le Yao's voice slipped out from between her fingers, as soft as cotton candy.

"Um."

"How long will you be in training?" Zuo Qingqing, nestled in my arms, asked, pouting.

"I don't know yet, it'll probably take three or four months."

"It's been so long! It means I won't see you again until after the autumn harvest."

"Silly girl, I can come back to see you too. I went for training, not to be treated like a beast of burden. I should at least get some rest."

"That's more like it. Then you'll have to come back to see us as soon as you have a holiday."

At this moment, Xue Bingbing, who was sitting there reading a book, interjected, "Xiangyang, you still need to take the training seriously. Don't keep coming back; people will talk about you."

"Bingbing is right. We shouldn't give anyone a reason to criticize us," Roland said after tidying up his notebook.

"I know that. I definitely won't let anyone find fault with me. If anyone tries to find fault, it'll be you guys." After saying that, he straightened his back in front of Le Yao.

"Yaoyao, right?"

"Bro, you're such a scoundrel, there are so many people here."

"What are you afraid of? Ask them, who hasn't caught me red-handed?" Liu Xiangyang looked at everyone, and they all blushed and lowered their heads.

"What a character." Xue Bingbing rolled her eyes at him. "Alright, alright, the food's almost ready. Let's tidy up the table and get ready to eat."

"Yaoyao, Qingqing, go get some hot water for your brother to wash his face and get ready for dinner."

"Okay." The two replied, then released Liu Xiangyang and went to fetch water.

Xue Bingbing stepped forward and straightened his clothes, saying, "Why don't you bring some things for Uncle Lu and the others? You still have a lot of venison from the last hunt."

"Okay, you handle it. Anyway, we still have a day or two before we leave, so there's no rush." ​​Liu Xiangyang wrapped his arms around Xue Bingbing's slender waist and kissed her red lips.

"Brother, Sister Bingbing can hardly breathe. Why don't you wash your face first and let her catch her breath?" Le Yao brought over a basin of water and said jokingly.

Zuo Qingqing took a handkerchief and followed beside him, covering her mouth and chuckling.

"Xiangyang, you'd better take good care of Yaoyao tonight. She's really stubborn now," Xue Bingbing said to Liu Xiangyang, wiping her mouth.

At this moment, Leqi, He Xiaoqin, and Jiang Xiaowen each brought a bowl of food into the kitchen. Seeing their appearance in the inner room, they said...

"Stop fooling around, dinner's ready. There are two more dishes in the kitchen, go get them."

Then everyone started serving dishes and rice.

After everyone was seated, Liu Xiangyang looked at the table and, seeing that it was almost full, said with a smile, "Let's eat."

Liu Xiangyang picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. "By the way, tomorrow you guys should make a list of anything you're missing from the things I brought you last time, and I'll bring it back for you when I come back from my vacation."

"Brother, you finally remembered to ask about that!" Her eyes sparkled as she leaned towards him. "Those stockings from last time, ask Boss Wan if he still has any!"

Liu Xiangyang chewed on his meat while watching her.

"Stockings?"

"Yes, the kind that's black or flesh-colored, the thin kind!" Le Yao gestured, "I love it, it's so comfortable to wear."

Zuo Qingqing, biting the end of her chopsticks, tilted her head curiously: "Yaoyao, are your stockings torn?"

Le Yao's face flushed red instantly. She glanced quickly at Liu Xiangyang, her voice softening as she muttered:

"You'll have to ask Xiangyang... I only wore it a few times before he tore it to shreds, and he tore my sister's too."

Liu Xiangyang paused for a moment with his chopsticks.

Jiang Xiaowen immediately raised her hand and spoke in a loud voice:

"Mine was torn to shreds too! I only wore it once! Just once!"

She stretched out her index finger and waved it vigorously in front of Liu Xiangyang, looking aggrieved.

Le Yao turned to look at her: "You too?"

"Yeah! Last time you guys weren't back yet, Xiangyang said he wanted to check if they fit, and after checking, he said he'd help me take them off, and while he was taking them off, he..."

As Jiang Xiaowen was speaking, she suddenly realized who else was at the table. Her voice stopped abruptly, her face turned bright red, and she abruptly lowered her head.

He Xiaoqin muttered softly beside her, "Mine too, I even cried. Brother, you're being so wasteful, such a good thing..."

Before she could finish speaking, she met Liu Xiangyang's gaze, and her face turned bright red.

Zuo Qingqing blinked, still not quite understanding:

"What are you all talking about? Your stockings are torn? Mine are perfectly fine." After saying that, she pulled up her pant leg, revealing the black stockings underneath.

No one answered her.

Le Qi lowered her head to pick up some food, a smile playing on her lips. She neither joined the condemnation nor spoke up for Liu Xiangyang.

Xue Bingbing looked at Liu Xiangyang with a half-smile, her chopsticks lightly tapping the rim of her bowl.

Roland watched him with an expression of anticipation.

Liu Xiangyang put down his chopsticks and cleared his throat.

"Okay, okay, I admit it," he glanced around the table, his face showing no remorse whatsoever, but rather a righteous indignation, "It's all my fault, I couldn't help myself and tore all your stockings."

He paused, then raised an eyebrow at them.

"But you can't entirely blame me, can you? You all wear those, with your long, straight legs, swaying back and forth in front of me. If I could resist that, would I still be a man?"

Le Yao covered her face, and the tips of her ears, peeking out from between her fingers, were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Jiang Xiaowen lowered her head and ate her rice quickly, pretending not to hear.

He Xiaoqin buried her face even deeper, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Xue Bingbing rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

"So, it's our fault after all?"

"Of course," Liu Xiangyang reached out and took the bowl of soup in front of Xue Bingbing, took a sip, and said, "You guys are so charming, it's only natural that I'm so eager to please you."

Xue Bingbing was taken aback by his words, then raised her hand and patted his arm:

"Virtue".

Liu Xiangyang didn't dodge; he let her take the pictures. After she finished, he even pulled her hand under the table.

Xue Bingbing tried to pull away, but couldn't, and let him hold her.

Le Yao finally took her hand down from her face, revealing her rosy cheeks and pouting:

"So, are you still going to buy those stockings?"

"purchase."

Le Yao immediately stopped pouting: "Then I want three pairs! No, four pairs."

"Can you even fit into these?"

"I can fit into it!" Le Yao said matter-of-factly. "Let's see who can tear it faster or I can take it off faster!"

Liu Xiangyang choked for a moment.

After saying that, Le Yao realized her mistake, blushed, and slapped him, "I don't care, I want four pairs."

"Okay, okay, I promise you, I'll have both, alright?"

Zuo Qingqing finally understood.

She exclaimed "Ah!", her eyes widening as she pointed at Liu Xiangyang:

"Brother! So you tore all their stockings to shreds! How could you do this?!"

"Why don't you tear mine?"

Liu Xiangyang glanced at her.

"Then I'll tear yours apart tonight." He reached out and pulled her over. "Come here."