Chapter 1563 - 1548: WeChat Payment Is a Problem

Let’s say Marcus Quinn sold thirty pounds of pig trotters, pocketed 9000 yuan, and on his way back saw shops gradually opening. He thought about how the quilt Miss was sleeping with was still the thin summer quilt he used to sleep with, and the four-piece set was also a bit worn from washing, so he went to the mall.

As a man who used to live roughly, he naturally hadn’t bought a four-piece set before. Entering the mall, he went straight to the home textiles section. Since it was morning, the mall had very few customers, so the sales clerk was quite enthusiastic, introducing everything to Marcus with a smiling face, even though he looked like a rough guy.

In the end, the man bought a summer silk quilt, two sets of satin four-piece bedding sets, carefully choosing a bright red wedding set, and another in a serene gray-blue. He spent 5000 yuan in total.

Half of the money from selling pig trotters was gone, but Marcus didn’t mind. He also bought two latex pillows, spending another 1000 yuan, left the address, and asked the mall to deliver them. Then he hurried back to the neighborhood, carrying today’s pig trotters and vegetables, and also bought an old-fashioned fillable hot water bag, finally carrying everything home with both hands full.

When he got home, Miss was already awake. She had gotten up midway, feeling better than yesterday, washed up, and lay back down. Luckily, her tutoring interview was scheduled for Sunday, so she had a few days to wait for her menstruation to end.

When Marcus returned, he saw the young girl nestled in bed, sleeping peacefully. Without realizing it, he tiptoed softly, filled the hot water bag, and then tucked the small hot water bottle inside the quilt, placing it against Miss’ small abdomen through her clothes.

The scorching hot water bag was like a small stove. Miss opened her eyes and saw the man kneeling by the bed, his face scarred and fierce, but his eyes soft. She had slept through the night and was no longer in pain. She instinctively reached out for the hot water bag, only to find the man’s big hand still in the quilt, not yet retracted, and their hands touched.

One small and soft, the other large and rough from years of labor.

Both of their bodies stiffened instinctively. Miss withdrew her hand, Marcus’ gaze darkened slightly, and just as he was about to pull back his hand, his large hand was held by the girl’s soft little hand.

Miss carefully felt his rough hand, calloused at the tiger’s mouth and palm. She was after all a lady raised with care, unaware of what this represented, assuming the calluses on his hands came from hard physical labor.

Now, even in summer, it’s this rough. What about winter when it might crack? Miss got up and suddenly realized she didn’t even have the cheapest Vaseline, let alone any other moisturizing hand cream or face cream, so she softly said, "You should take care of your hands."

Her voice was soft, like a little kitten.

Marcus was momentarily stunned, his gaze fell on the girl’s somewhat disheveled nightgown. As it was a dress, it revealed her fair, jade-like arms, her slender neck beneath which were graceful collarbones, and a faint, beautiful curve, carrying the unique fragrance of a young girl.

The man lowered his gaze, his usually calm mind a little chaotic, nodded his head, and hoarsely asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it doesn’t," Miss was somewhat shy, after all, they were a man and a woman alone together. But seeing Marcus like this, she instead felt a little relaxed, since he didn’t have a single inappropriate thought, being overly gentlemanly, she instead let out a sigh of relief.

"I’m not taking any jobs today, this is the money from selling pig trotters." Marcus handed over more than 2000 yuan leftover from shopping and groceries to Miss, then got up to cook.

Miss opened her mouth wide in surprise, so he had sold all the pig trotters early in the morning? And sold so much? She thought about how she had painted for ten days and only sold a painting for 800 yuan, then compared it to Marcus who had easily sold his pig trotters without worrying about buyers, and immediately felt that all her skills gained from growing up in wealth seemed useless.

She wasn’t as good at making money as Marcus was.

Due to her menstrual period, spicy food was off limits, so Marcus didn’t prepare anything else. He put the leg bone meat and various ingredients into the pot to stew a rich broth, kneaded the bought buckwheat flour into dough, rolled it out into sheets, made noodles, and put them into the pot to cook and then fished them out.

The two bowls of noodles cooked in the rich broth emitted a strong aroma.

Miss had long been enticed by the aroma from the kitchen, after covering her lower abdomen with the hot water bag and sweating profusely, she quickly got up, saw that Marcus had made green noodles, and curiously asked, "Why are these noodles green?"

"Because they’re buckwheat noodles. Buckwheat helps promote blood circulation, can replenish the blood, and has anti-cancer properties. But unfortunately, this isn’t authentic farm buckwheat," the man explained in a low, deep voice.