Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Night fell.

The hustle and bustle of the Hongxing Production Brigade gradually subsided.

Only the occasional croaking of frogs could be heard from the distant fields.

Inside the dilapidated thatched hut, a dim kerosene lamp flickered with a tiny flame.

Jiang Mian thought that Lu Ting had been carrying people on his back and carrying fish buckets all day, and even his iron body must be tired.

She subconsciously reached out to grab the enamel basin on the bamboo cabinet to rinse the rice.

But just as he stretched his hand out halfway, that familiar yet abrupt mechanical voice immediately rang in his mind.

[Warning! Host detected attempting to perform housework!]

[System determination: This behavior seriously violates the core principle of "idle and lazy"!]

[Task issued: Host, please immediately cease all work and sit like a princess awaiting your feeding.]

[Mission Reward: 1 packet of braised pork seasoning]

Jiang Mian paused, and her outstretched hand naturally curved in mid-air.

She casually tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

Then, with a self-righteous air, he turned around and plopped down on the small stool next to him.

"Oh dear, my legs suddenly feel so sore, I can't muster any strength at all."

Jiang Mian rested her chin on her hand, her almond-shaped eyes gazing at Lu Ting with watery eyes, her voice as soft as a freshly cooked glutinous rice ball.

Lu Ting was taking off his shirt, which was soaked with sweat.

Hearing his wife say she was tired, he paused, his eyes filled with heartache. "Are you tired? Sit down and don't move."

"I'll cook, you can rest."

After saying that, he didn't bother to take off his clothes, but neatly rolled up his sleeves to reveal a strong and powerful forearm.

Years of hunting and heavy farm work have sculpted the man's muscles into a muscular physique as if carved by a knife and axe.

Sweat dripped slowly down his bronze skin, following the lines of his bulging muscles.

Under the glow of the kerosene lamp, it exuded a hormonal aroma that made one's mouth dry.

Jiang Mian couldn't take her eyes off it.

This isn't some peasant from a farming novel; this is walking hormones!

Wash the rice, start a fire, and cook.

After doing all this, Lu Ting took out a piece of marinated pork belly from the bamboo cabinet.

These are the leftovers from last time, a mix of lean and fatty meat.

In an era where meat is a rare treat, it's practically a luxury.

"Sizzle—"

The marinated pork belly chunks were dropped into the hot iron wok, instantly creating a pleasant sizzling sound.

Jiang Mian swallowed hard. She took out the seasoning packet that the system had rewarded her with and tore a small opening in it.

"Honey, add this. It's a secret recipe I got on special occasion."

She got up and moved closer, standing on tiptoe.

Lu Tingzheng was concentrating on stir-frying when he suddenly sensed a sweet aroma approaching.

Jiang Mian's fair fingers pinched the seasoning packet and poured it into the pot, then her fingertips lightly brushed against the man's rough hand.

Lu Ting froze, nearly dropping the large iron ladle in his hand.

"Get away from me..." the man's voice was hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "The fumes are strong, don't let them affect your dress."

Jiang Mian didn't back down; instead, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I'm not afraid of the smell." She leaned close to Lu Ting's ear, her hot breath going straight into his ear canal.

"My husband looks so handsome when he sweats."

The veins on the back of Lu Ting's hand, which was gripping the spatula, bulged, and his breathing gradually became erratic.

He is most susceptible to verbal teasing; this feeling is even more nerve-wracking than facing a wild boar in the mountains.

This isn't cooking; it's testing his willpower!

"You...you go sit and wait, it'll be ready soon." Lu Ting swallowed, turned around and started stirring the food, trying to cover up his embarrassment with the sound of the spatula clattering.

Before long, three dishes and a soup were served on the makeshift wooden table.

A dish of braised pork belly, glistening with reddish-brown color and oil, each piece coated in a rich sauce.

It's trembling, and just looking at it makes your mouth water.

A dish of water spinach stir-fried with pork cracklings, vibrant green and glistening with moisture.

There were also two jars of sour plum drink, which had been chilled with well water and was refreshingly cool.

In the 1980s, when most families were still eating sweet potato porridge and even fighting tooth and nail for a few cents of work points.

If outsiders saw this table of food, they would be shocked and would be scolded as a spendthrift.

"Eat more meat."

Lu Ting's own bowl was full of white rice and vegetables, but his chopsticks kept picking up the fattest braised pork from the plate and putting it into Jiang Mian's bowl.

"You're too thin, it's uncomfortable to hold," the man said in a muffled voice, his ears slightly red.

Jiang Mian picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth. It was fatty but not greasy, and melted in her mouth.

The seasoning produced by the system is indeed superb; its fresh and fragrant flavor is so irresistible that it makes you want to swallow your tongue.

"Honey, you should eat too."

Jiang Mian ate half of the food, but felt that her little cat-like stomach couldn't hold any more, so she picked up the half-eaten braised pork and naturally offered it to Lu Ting's mouth.

Lu Ting was slightly taken aback, looking at Jiang Mian's bright eyes and her red lips smeared with sauce...

Lu Ting hesitated for only a fraction of a second before opening his mouth and taking the piece of meat in, even licking the tip of his chopsticks.

With that one bite, it felt as if even the sweetness of the seasoning flowed down my throat and into my heart.

What my wife has eaten tastes better than anything else.

After the meal.

Lu Ting still took care of everything.

He quickly washed the dishes and pots, and then boiled a large pot of water.

After mixing the ingredients and taking them to the bathroom, we tested the water temperature before calling Jiang Mian to take a shower.

When Jiang Mian came out after taking a shower, still damp from the water, Lu Ting had already made the old wooden bed neatly.

The bed was covered with a brand new four-piece bedding set, which smelled nice and had a grassy scent.

Outside, insects chirped incessantly, while inside, the flickering light of a kerosene lamp illuminated the room.

Jiang Mian was wearing a floral print dacron nightgown. The light and thin fabric clung to her body, outlining the girl's shapely figure.

She climbed into bed like a lazy cat, pretending to pull a blue cloth bag from under her pillow.

"Splash—"

A pile of loose change and ten-yuan notes lay on the bed.

That was the few hundred yuan left over from selling the ginseng.

In an era when a household with 10,000 yuan could be featured in the newspaper, and an ordinary worker's monthly salary was only 30 to 50 yuan.

The few hundred yuan in front of you is a huge sum of money that would make any family envious.

"Honey, look, we're one of the richest people in the village now."

Jiang Mian sat cross-legged, spreading out the money bills one by one, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

Lu Ting sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the money piled up on the bed, and then at his beautiful wife under the lamp. He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and responsibility.

This is what it means to have a wife, kids, and a warm bed.

This is life.

After counting the money, Jiang Mian stuffed the stack of ten-yuan notes into Lu Ting's arms and then snuggled into his broad, firm embrace.

Her fingers mischievously traced circles on the man's hard chest muscles.

"Once the ducks and fish in the pond are raised and sold, we'll demolish this dilapidated house."

Jiang Mian tilted her head back and said, "I want to build a two-story villa with a big yard and beautiful flooring."

"We also need to buy that Seagull brand camera, so we can take pictures every day from now on."

"Oh right, and most importantly..." Jiang Mian twisted her body and complained coquettishly.

"This bed is too hard; it's hurting my back."

"We need to buy those soft mattresses with springs in the future, the kind that won't hurt even if we roll around on them."

Listening to his wife's soft complaints and her grand wishes that sounded like delusions to others, Lu Ting's eyes grew even deeper and more determined.

He took Jiang Mian's mischievous little hand in his own and gently pulled her into his arms.

"purchase."

The man's voice was deep and powerful.

"I'll earn it all for you, whatever you want. Build a house, buy a camera, get a new soft bed... whatever you want."

As long as you don't look down on me for being a rough man, as long as you don't leave.

He didn't say it aloud, but the emotions surging in his dark eyes were so intense it was frightening.

At this point, the atmosphere was so intense that it seemed as if invisible sparks were floating in the air.

Jiang Mian's comment about "back pain" was like a fuse.

Lu Ting suddenly rolled over, his tall body instantly looming over Jiang Mian, pinning her beneath him.

The huge size difference created a strong sense of oppression.

Lu Ting braced one hand on the bed board, while his other large, calloused hand slipped under Jiang Mian's clothes and accurately covered her slender, soft lower back.

"Does your back still hurt?"

Lu Ting's voice was a little hoarse, "Then I'll rub it for you."

The rough fingertips bore the calluses from years of labor, and the scalding heat of the man's palms emanated from them, transmitted through the thin skin.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The feeling was both rough and scalding, like an electric current shooting up your spine to the top of your head.

She originally intended to tease the gentle golden retriever, but unexpectedly... the golden retriever seems to be turning into a big bad wolf.

"Husband...husband..."

Jiang Mian's voice trembled slightly, whether from fear or embarrassment, "Um, you don't need to rub it anymore, it doesn't hurt that much..."

"That won't work."

Lu Ting said in a serious tone, but his eyes were frighteningly dark.

"If you say it hurts, then it hurts."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head, his hot breath spraying into Jiang Mian's neck.

A pair of rough, calloused hands massaged with just the right amount of force, each stroke radiating a strong sense of control.

outside the window.

The moon seemed to blush and quietly hid behind the clouds.