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Chapter 100 Delivering Food to Yang Xiaoling

One sentence instantly made Yang Xiaoling blush crimson. She didn't know whether to answer or not, so she could only lower her head.

Lin Chuan realized he had said the wrong thing as soon as he spoke, and embarrassed, he dared not say another word.

Seeing that the cage wasn't finished yet, he simply sat down to the side and started weaving it.

Silence fell over the courtyard again. Yang Xiaoling rubbed her stomach and occasionally stole a glance at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was already good-looking, and after several enhancements to his physique, his skin became incredibly good, making him look nothing like a country boy.

He looked quite respectable, and actually had a rather special air about him.

Lin Chuan was focused on his work, while Yang Xiaoling secretly watched him. As she watched, Yang Xiaoling blushed.

However, she knew that Lin Chuan was going to study for several years, and although Lin Chuan had made it very obvious, she still dared not think in that direction.

Lin Chuan was focused on weaving the cage and had no idea that Yang Xiaoling was watching her.

He had never actually been in a relationship in his past life. He married someone very late in life, divorced after a few years, and had no children. There was no love or anything like that between him.

Once an older man falls into the whirlpool of love, his brain completely loses its intelligence. Lin Chuan was full of energy at the moment and quickly set up the cage.

Looking up, he saw Yang Xiaoling leaning back in her chair and asked:

"Are you feeling better now? Can you stand up?"

Yang Xiaoling managed to stand up, holding onto the chair, but looked like she might fall at any moment.

"Hey, sit down, don't get up. I'll go put the cage down for you, and I'll collect it tomorrow. Don't touch cold water these next few days."

After saying that, Lin Chuan didn't wait for Yang Xiaoling to say anything, picked up the cage and ran away.

He ran to a pit, set up the cage, and then strolled home leisurely.

Lin Chuan thought carefully about their first meeting today and felt it went well; he should be able to leave a good impression.

He hummed a song as he returned home. Only Lin Xue and Wang Yan were in the yard; his mother and Uncle Lin Feng must have gone to work in the fields.

This isn't the first time; my uncle used to help with farm work when he came to our house.

When Lin Xue saw Lin Chuan return, she immediately ran up to him, carrying the little gray dog ​​in her arms:

"Hey, bro, you're back! Bro, where have you been?"

"I'm off to do something important. What are you two doing?"

Wang Yan: "Xiaoxue and I are feeding the dog sugar water. Brother, come and see, the dog is drinking it so sweetly."

"Yeah, yeah, Yanzi and I were having a contest to see whose dog could drink more sugar water, but Huahua doesn't drink sugar water. Brother, why doesn't Huahua drink sugar water?"

"Well, maybe it just doesn't like sweets."

Lin Chuan didn't understand either; he'd never fed cats or dogs sugar water in his previous life. (Cats can't taste sweetness, but dogs can.)

But seeing the brown sugar water reminded Lin Chuan of Yang Xiaoling.

He kicked away the dog that came up to him and headed straight for the kitchen.

Lin Chuan took a bag of brown sugar, packed a portion of braised vegetables, and a piece of meat, but after thinking about it, he still felt it was lacking.

"Little Snow, Swallow, come and start the fire."

"Brother, why are you starting a fire? It's not even four o'clock yet."

"I'm hungry, I need to cook."

Judging from Yang Xiaoling's appearance, she probably wouldn't have the energy to work today. Lin Chuan was worried that she would go hungry, so he decided to cook a meal and bring it to her.

"Wait a minute, isn't this what they call a 'simp'?"

While chopping vegetables, Lin Chuan realized that he might have been overdoing it.

After hesitating for a second, Lin Chuan continued.

If he doesn't get what he wants, he's called a simp; if he does get what he wants, that's another story. He's pretty sure he can get what he wants.

At 4:30, the meal was ready. Lin Chuan took out two large bowls and filled them with rice.

"Brother, what are you doing? Are you bringing food to Mom and the others?"

"No, you guys eat first, I'm going out for a bit."

Lin Chuan didn't explain. He put the food in the basket, covered it with something, and carried the sugar and meat in his other hand. He walked around the bends, climbed the slopes, and traversed the forest towards Yang Xiaoling's house.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoling was changing the last IV drip for her father. She was still a little weak, but she endured it without showing it.

"Dad, call me when you're almost done, I'll go cook."

Yang Xiaoling went to the kitchen, boiled a pot of water, and then didn't know what to do. Sun Cai said that Yang's father needed to replenish his body, but in her current condition, she couldn't go to town to buy meat.

The cured meat was on the crossbeam, out of her reach. After thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth, moved a ladder over, and prepared to take a piece of cured meat.

Although Yang Xiaoling was raised by a single parent, her father treated her quite well and never made her do things like climbing ladders.

In the kitchen, meat is usually hung diagonally above the fire pit. There's an iron hook on top of the fire pit that takes up space, and there are requirements for using a ladder in such places.

Yang Xiaoling had little experience, and since she was climbing shakily, she slipped on the ladder as soon as she got up.

Fortunately, the bottom of the ladder was blocked by the protrusion of the fire pit, and the top was also blocked by the wall. Although it was stabilized, the ladder was already tilted.

Tears welled up in Yang Xiaoling's eyes instantly. She stood there, too afraid to move. Her father was lying in bed receiving an IV drip, and she had no relatives in the village. Usually, no one would come to visit her.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's only a little over two meters, you won't get hurt."

Yang Xiaoling knew no one would come to help her. She wiped away her tears and prepared to jump down from above.

"Yang Xiaoling, are you in the kitchen?"

Just as Yang Xiaoling was about to jump, she heard Lin Chuan shout. Her courage to jump vanished instantly, and the tears she had just wiped away started flowing again.

Lin Chuan called out very softly, afraid that Yang's father would hear him. He didn't hear a reply and thought Yang Xiaoling had gone out.

The kitchen door was open, and Lin Chuan went in with his things, intending to put them in the kitchen and then wait in the yard.

As soon as he entered, he saw Yang Xiaoling standing on a crooked ladder, so Lin Chuan quickly put his things on the table.

"Hey, don't move, don't move! Hold onto the ladder, I'll straighten it for you."

Lin Chuan ran to the bottom of the ladder and held it steady so it wouldn't fall over. Yang Xiaoling was on top of it with her back to him, and it looked like she was wiping away tears.

"Don't be afraid, I'm holding on, you won't fall. Are you holding on tight?"

After wiping away her tears, Yang Xiaoling gripped the ladder tightly and replied, "I'm holding on tight."

With a little effort, Lin Chuan easily turned the ladder upright.

"Okay, get down now, I'll help you."

Yang Xiaoling climbed down step by step, and after she reached the bottom, she thanked Lin Chuan with red eyes.

"Hey, don't be so polite. Don't keep thanking me. It's too formal. I was thinking that you weren't feeling well, so I cooked and brought the food over to you. That way you won't have to cook dinner tonight."

Lin Chuan took out two huge bowls and placed them on the table, the dishes overflowing with food.

The aroma of the farmhouse's signature dish—meat, vegetables, and eggs—was so enticing that it kept wafting into Yang Xiaoling's nose. Lin Chuan pushed the bowl towards her.

"Eat up! Oh, right, I also brought some braised pig's head. You've probably never had this before. It's meant to be eaten cold, but you can't eat it now. Let me heat it up for you."

Lin Chuan took out a piece of pig's head meat, and with a few quick slices of his knife, he sliced ​​it into thin slices.