Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1317 - 1139: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1317: Chapter 1139: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

But soon Axiang shook her head again, feeling pity that such a handsome man had unfortunately developed such a mental disorder.

"Where is your rice bin located? And what do you plan to cook tonight?" Axiang asked.

As soon as she finished the question, Dabao immediately pointed to one of the rooms and said, "There."

Dabao’s house was also a tiled house, which the village chief had helped repair a few years earlier. Thus, the house still looked decent. It had four rooms in total, with a central hall. The room off the hall was used by Dabao to store rice, as well as the corn and potatoes he had collected.

The rice was kept in a rice bin, still half full. About a dozen ears of corn were left, and there was a pile of potatoes, probably from the last batch harvested at the end of the year.

It seemed he still knew how to manage daily life.

"The village chief said to put the rice here, the potatoes there," Dabao began to speak. After finishing, he ran into the kitchen and came out with an iron pot. Then he lifted the lid of the rice bin and scooped a bowl of rice into it.

He knew how to cook?

Axiang watched Dabao as he placed the pot beside the well in the courtyard, and she hurriedly followed him out.

Dabao’s movements were quite skilled, and although his intellectual development had halted, his physical growth had not. In fact, he was even stronger than Zhao Datu. He easily opened the well cover and drew up a bucket of water, then rinsed the rice and went to the courtyard to chop wood.

"Dabao, so you do know how to prepare meals," Axiang said, "but why didn’t you say so when I asked you earlier?"

Dabao scratched his head again. He hadn’t said he couldn’t cook; he was just reluctant to let Axiang go.

"Then you continue chopping the wood," Axiang said, seeing he only scratched his head and not making it a point to argue with him. She just stood there watching him chop the wood.

His strength was quite formidable, and his actions were practiced. Upon looking at him, who would think he was mentally disabled? He clearly looked like a man capable of work.

"I really didn’t expect you to be so capable, knowing how to cook and chop wood. It seems my previous worries were unnecessary. You are more capable than those people who have both parents and strength," Axiang found herself saying.

She thought of Zhao Datu, who at home, aside from occasionally cutting some fish grass, did nothing else, especially after Axiang had married into his family. The wood for their fire was always split by her, not only splitting wood and cooking but also doing the laundry for the whole family.

Thinking of the laundry, Axiang asked Dabao, "By the way, who normally washes your clothes?"

Dabao had already finished chopping the wood. He picked up some wood from the ground and then pointed to the few pieces of clothing hanging in the courtyard.

It seems someone had told him that bathing and washing clothes were also his duties, so he often took baths and washed clothes. However, the few pieces of clothing clearly had many holes, some in rather embarrassing places.

As it happened, Axiang had needle and thread in her pouch. She said, "I was planning to teach you how to cook, but since you know how, I won’t need to bother with that. Let me mend these clothes for you."

Dabao looked quite pleased and quickly nodded his head.

While Axiang was mending the clothes, Dabao lit the fire. Once the rice started to boil, he began to slice some smoked meat, some of which had been given to him by the kind women of the village, while some he had made himself.

"Dabao, throw a couple of potatoes into the fire, you can stew them to eat," Axiang instructed.