Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 148 - 143: Tingfan Is Blessed to Have You as His Sister-in-Law

Chapter 148: Chapter 143: Tingfan Is Blessed to Have You as His Sister-in-Law

"No, I was thinking of putting a guardrail on both sides to make it less likely to fall off." Song Tingfan rolled up his sleeves, the veins on his arms bulging with exertion.

Old Wang thought it unnecessary and waved his hand, "No need, the bridge is wide enough. As long as there’s no horseplay, it’s fine."

"Grandpa, you guys go back and eat. I’m fine, I’ll do it slowly." Song Tingfan grinned.

Old Wang truly couldn’t continue; after all, he’d done farm work all morning. "Alright, we’re going home to eat."

After a short while, Lin Qiao stood at the courtyard gate and called, "Uncle, it’s time to eat."

"Okay." Song Tingfan placed the items beside him, squatted by the river to wash his hands, and then returned with a hammer and axe.

As he entered the courtyard, a fragrant fish aroma greeted him. He sniffed, "Sister-in-law, it smells great."

Lin Qiao gave him a cloth to wipe his hands, "If it smells good, eat more. Are you tired?"

Song Tingfan shook his head, gave a silly grin, and said, "Not tired."

He saw there were two bowls of fish on the table, one mild and the other spicy.

Lin Qiao served fish soup to everyone, "Grandpa and Grandma can only eat one or two pieces of the spicy fish; you eat the milder one."

The old couple couldn’t handle too much spice; their bodies couldn’t take it.

Song Qin said lovingly, "We know, don’t worry about us, you eat."

Song Tingfan picked the fish with the least bones for them, saying considerately, "Grandpa, Grandma, eat slowly."

Then he also picked a piece for Lin Qiao, "Sister-in-law, watch out for bones."

"Alright, you eat the fish head; it’s good for your brain." Lin Qiao drank a mouthful of fish soup, instantly feeling a bit warmer.

Whatever Lin Qiao said, Song Tingfan always obediently did. He picked up the fish head and put it in his bowl, then lowered his head to eat.

Lin Qiao noticed Song Tingfan had quite an appetite. Previously, when there was no rice at home, she hadn’t realized, but now they usually cook extra, and he eats at least three bowls per meal.

But it’s normal; he’s growing now.

Thinking of this, she said, "Uncle, are you full? If not, eat more. You’re growing, don’t diet, or you won’t grow tall."

"Being short won’t be handsome."

The last sentence was clearly a joke.

Song Qin and Song Rong laughed, Song Tingfan opened his eyes wide and innocently believed it. He scooped another bowl of rice, soaked it in fish soup, and dug in.

He wanted to eat more and grow tall, so his sister-in-law would think he’s handsome.

The young man simply wanted to become who his sister-in-law liked.

The four of them ate all the fish, so there was no need to heat it for the next meal.

Song Tingfan took the tools and headed out to continue repairing the bridge. After washing the dishes, Lin Qiao went to help.

The young man’s movements were strong and skillful, clearly practiced over time.

Just then, a young girl’s voice, sweet and clear, came closer, "Tingfan, Tingfan..."

Lin Qiao looked over; it was Zhou Baoying in a red jacket, her round face rosy, her eyes gleaming.

She ran over, cheerful, "Tingfan, what are you doing? Are you fixing the bridge? Let me help you."

"No need." Song Tingfan’s voice was somewhat distant.

Zhou Baoying liked to play with him, she pouted, "I want to help." Saying this, she started holding the wood.

Lin Qiao held the wood, smiling fondly at the two "children." This should count as childhood sweethearts.

Not long after, Zhou Tiedan brought several of his usual companions. A group of kids probably thought fixing the bridge was fun, all wanting to join in. But not every child was as sensible as Song Tingfan, instead causing some trouble.

Lin Qiao had picked up wood from the water several times. She looked at the kids above, unable to help sighing, murmuring, "Good thing I don’t have kids."

After a while, Song Tingfan said something to them, and they all ran off, shouting, "Get bird eggs!!"

"Get bird eggs."

"Sanwa, get back here, dare to go up the mountain, I’ll break your leg!" A furious voice came from someone’s house.

Suddenly, all the kids ran like dogs were chasing them.

Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh out loud, suddenly noticing a carriage approaching from afar. She knew it must be the clothes delivery; it hadn’t come yesterday. She was worried it wouldn’t arrive before the birthday. "Uncle, I’ll be back soon."

It really was the clothes delivery. Lin Qiao took the clothes inside, Song Qin took a look, curious, "What’s that?"

"Birthday clothes for Uncle." Lin Qiao made a secret gesture, winked and said, "Grandpa, Grandma, don’t tell him. It’s a surprise for Uncle."

Song Qin and Song Rong nodded, then glanced at each other, feeling more at ease.

Tingyi’s wife truly cared for Niu Niu.

Lin Qiao put the clothes away, came out, and speaking softly again, "Grandma, is the inner garment you made for Uncle ready?"

"It’s ready." Song Qin nodded.

"Then give it to me later; I’ll use mugwort to smoke it. Sister-in-law Wang said smoking it dispels bad luck." Recently, Lin Qiao learned from Mrs. Wang Zhu about the importance of a man’s thirteenth birthday and made an effort to understand.

"Where did you get mugwort?" Song Qin asked curiously; it’s cold now, and there’s no mugwort.

"I asked around, and Grandpa Yang’s house has dried mugwort, so I bought some." Lin Qiao poured a cup of water to drink.

Song Qin watched, eyes full of love, "You’ve worked hard. Tingfan is lucky to have you as his sister-in-law."

"Later, Uncle will have to take care of me, I’m the lucky one." Lin Qiao winked, half joking.

But Song Qin said seriously, "It’s his duty to take care of you; you’ve done a lot for him."

If it didn’t cost her life, she’d thank heaven and earth.

Lin Qiao didn’t dare say it out loud. She poured a cup of water and took it to Song Tingfan, "Uncle, drink some water before continuing."

The weather was nice, not too hot, but Song Tingfan was sweating. The sweat on his forehead was clearly visible. He wiped it away randomly, then took the water, drinking several big gulps until it was gone.

Seeing the hair near his temples sticking to his brow, Lin Qiao reached up to adjust it, smoothing it aside.

With her sudden movement, Song Tingfan’s body tensed, his eyes awkwardly darting around, and his ear tips uncontrollably turned red.

Quickly, Lin Qiao withdrew her hand, seeing the young man’s face reddened, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Pure enough to make you want to pinch him.

It wasn’t until dusk that the bridge rail was finished. Lin Qiao only helped with small tasks, yet her waist felt a bit sore. She looked at Song Tingfan, "Uncle, are your shoulders sore? Shall I massage them?"

"Not sore. Are your shoulders sore, Sister-in-law? I’ll massage them for you." Song Tingfan truly wasn’t sore, though a bit tired, but much better than before.

Besides, Sister-in-law was worried he’d be uncomfortable, so she gave him a small stool to sit on while working.

"No need, I’ll just pound them a bit, and it’ll be fine." Lin Qiao pinched her own shoulder, wondering why her body’s so weak.

Even though she and she were both vases, she was quite a "sturdy" vase.

"Let me massage." Song Tingfan brought over a stool for her to sit. Once she sat down, he started massaging from her shoulders downward.

Though not the first time, he was still blushing.

Sister-in-law’s shoulders were very slender, almost soft.