Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1208 - 1230: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1208: Chapter 1230: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

While the two were quarreling incessantly, a Mallard-duck-like voice came from nearby: "Yo, it’s Sister Niu and Sister Ma, what are you two doing here?"

They turned around and saw Auntie Zhao.

Auntie Zhao was also carrying a water bucket over, as she indeed had a plot of land on this side.

In theory, as Uncle Zhao was a candidate for the next village chief, both the Niu Family and the Ma Family should have kept their distance from her, but the two sisters-in-law were in the midst of a heated argument and thus actually started to ingratiate themselves with Auntie Zhao.

Because both of them were well aware that if Uncle Zhao really became the village chief one day, and if Wu Dongdong still held onto this piece of land without letting go, since Wu Dongdong was not going to return to the countryside, someone had to farm the land. No matter who it was, the land had to be cultivated. As for who would do it, the village chief would surely be the one to mediate when the time came, so now both of them felt it wise to curry favor with Auntie Zhao.

Sister Niu put down her water bucket and walked over to Auntie Zhao: "We weren’t doing much, just came over to check on the old man’s land, didn’t we? His batch of vegetables was just harvested, wasn’t it? Now this land is free, so I came over to have a look. I’m thinking of planting some potatoes and stuff. Oh, by the way, Auntie Zhao the Second, if these potatoes ripen, I’ll give some to your family. Doesn’t your Datu love stewed potatoes? You stew a few for him every day, sprinkle a little salt on them, and he’ll definitely love it."

Auntie Zhao was happy: "Sure, if you’re giving them to me, then I won’t plant anything. I’ll grow other vegetables."

The moment Sister Niu heard this, she also chimed in: "Auntie Zhao, eating too many potatoes isn’t great for me, too bloating. I plan to plant some winter melons and cucumbers here. By next spring, they’ll be ripe, and I’ll send some to your family then. Winter melons nourish the skin, cool down the body, and can be used to make soup or even desserts like candied winter melon. Isn’t that much better than eating potatoes every day?"

Auntie Zhao laughed upon hearing this: "Oh, that’s terrific then. So, who’s going to plant this piece of land?"

"I will!"

"I will!"

Auntie Zhao now wore a proud smile on her face. It was certainly good to be the wife of a village chief—no matter where she went, people fawned over her, and she received respect everywhere. Her face beamed with joy like a blossoming flower: "Well then... why don’t you split this land, and each of you plants half? That way, I’ll have both potatoes and winter melons, right?"

Sister Niu responded with hesitation: "But the plot isn’t big, to begin with. If we split it in half, there won’t be much to plant."

Sister Ma added: "Let’s not bother with it now, then. We can wait a while to see who becomes the village chief and ask the new chief to decide."

With that, Sister Niu and Sister Ma turned and walked away.

Auntie Zhao: "..."

What about the promised winter melons and potatoes?

...

Even though there was no resolution for winter melons and potatoes, Auntie Zhao was still joyfully content in her heart.

After watering her family’s vegetables, she picked up her water bucket and headed back home. She walked with such a light and buoyant step that she was practically twisting as she went, humming a tune, her mood simply delightful.

When she reached her doorstep, she ran into Tian Xiaobei, who was just leaving the house. She called out to her: "Where are you off to?"

Tian Xiaobei pointed towards the hill: "Going to pick some pigweed to feed the pigs."

"Good, then off you go. Pick plenty, and don’t be lazy. No dinner for you if you laze around," said Auntie Zhao, not bothering with Tian Xiaobei. After all, she was about to become the village chief’s wife—why should she care where she was going right now?

Tian Xiaobei watched as Auntie Zhao’s hips swiveled into an ’S’ shape and didn’t take it to heart. He just headed up the hill by himself.