Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 207 - 21: The Amazing Widower Neighbor

"Auntie, did you guys have a fight?" Xiao Xian had seen Uncle San Gouzi and his wife argue before, just like this—Uncle San Gouzi’s face scratched by Sangouzi’s wife. These days, men hitting women is absolutely unacceptable, but if women hit men, well, that’s a different story. Really hard to say.

"Fight? What fight. Since we got married, not to mention fighting, not even a quarrel. Your Uncle San Gouzi would just keep silent and hide in the bathroom. Arguing with him is like arguing with a wall," Zhuo Feng spoke the plain truth.

"Then why do you look like you want to cry, and Uncle San Gouzi isn’t saying anything, and nobody asked how I’ve been in school this month?" Listening to Xiao Xian’s sensible question, Zhuo Feng felt even more ashamed; she was really a useless auntie.

"He won’t let me work on the rooftop anymore," Zhuo Feng preemptively complained about Feng Xing.

"That’s not how it is. What I said was not to water all the time. The floor gets slippery, and what if you fall?" Feng Xing responded softly, concentrating on driving.

"Xiao Xian, Auntie owes you an apology. Last time I said when you came home, I would show you a rooftop full of lush green vegetables, but I thought it was too simple," Zhuo Feng was genuinely upset about the rooftop vegetables, "the sun on the rooftop is too harsh, and I don’t dare to water at noon, so your uncle waters it only in the morning and evening. The stairs were too slippery, and your uncle got his wound from falling down. He fell once, and I said I would water it, but he just wouldn’t let me. A few days without watering, and the vegetables on top are almost dead."

Actually, what troubled Zhuo Feng the most wasn’t about growing vegetables on the rooftop. This month, the couple busied themselves with the rooftop vegetables, and seeing them sprout and grow, even the occurrence of arguments had reduced.

The interest in agriculture that Zhuo Feng had during her university days came back. She didn’t tell anyone, but she had a little plan in her heart. If these vegetables could grow well, she would persuade Feng Xing to buy a plot of land in Beijing’s suburbs and become genuine high-tech new farmers.

The project had just started, and the wilted vegetables on the balcony struck her hard. Feng Xing worried about how Zhuo Feng would feel, so he didn’t say anything when getting in the car, which caused Xiao Xian to mistakenly think they were fighting. freeweɓnøvel~com

"Auntie, don’t worry, I’ll go have a look when I return, and I’ll help you water it tomorrow," Feng Xing heard this but said nothing. However, for some reason, Xiao Xian’s words seemed much more convincing than Zhuo Feng’s words.

"Xiao Xian, don’t meddle in your aunt’s business blindly. Before I came out, I ran a hose upstairs already, and I watered once. From now on, we will water by pulling the hose through the window up to the roof. Just water directly," Feng Xing could see through Zhuo Feng’s thoughts, but life and social pressures kept him from easily giving up his current stable job.

Uncle San Gouzi was really a good man. Xiao Xian looked at Zhuo Feng again and saw her "plop" and "gnaw" on Feng Xing’s face with a sound.

Feng Xing was driving, and this "gnaw" made his face turn red and his ears heat up, and he drove a bit erratically, "The child is watching."

"I didn’t see anything," Xiao Xian tactfully turned to look out the window. It was then that she noticed that summer had ended thoroughly, and a gust of autumn wind blew through the crowded streets of Beijing, carrying down a ground full of plane tree leaves.

At an intersection closest to Sacred Heart Middle School, a little Alto and a taxi brushed past one another, going in opposite directions.

The people inside the taxi were Ni Shahe, the coach of the Sacred Heart Middle School basketball team who had just finished a training camp in Harbin, and his proudest player, Bai Xue.

Bai Xue really shouldn’t be called Bai Xue, the first impression she gives is just like when Xiao Xian tells others she’s only ten years old this year, it would definitely be a shock.

Just from appearances, Bai Xue is a lot "stronger" than Xiao Xian, of course, this "strength" cannot be measured by appearance.

Bai Xue of Sacred Heart Middle School, with a height of 1.88 meters and weighing 80 kilograms, has broad shoulders and round hips, her hair cut shorter than a buzz cut.

At first glance, Bai Xue’s skin color would definitely make people think of African natives. The only thing about her that matches the word "snow" is her white teeth.

Bai Xue, just back from Harbin’s basketball training camp, sat in the back seat of the taxi, holding a camera, reviewing the photos she took while exchanging moves with several high school basketball players from the United States during the training camp.

"Big White, how do you rate the level of this year’s training camp players?" Ni Shahe liked to call Bai Xue Big White, his disciple was like an unbeatable giant elephant on the basketball court. This time in Harbin, Bai Xue truly made him proud.

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