Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1380 - 1202: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1380: Chapter 1202: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Auntie Zhao was suddenly flung against the longan tree on the side. Her back hit the trunk, causing her to grimace in pain.

She was about to curse loudly, but before she could open her mouth, a dark shadow flew past her. At first, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, until she heard a "whoosh" near her ear, and something stabbed into the trunk.

She turned her head, and wished she hadn’t. She was startled to see it was Xiaoge’s firewood axe, now embedded a third of the way into the trunk, a mere inch away from her head.

Auntie Zhao’s face turned as white as a sheet, and shaking, she stammered out, "Mur-, murder..."

But Xiaoge approached with a stern face, not even glancing at Auntie Zhao, simply pulling his axe out with ease.

Considering how deeply the axe was embedded, it would take supernatural strength to pull it out so effortlessly, yet Xiaoge did it without breaking a sweat and walked away without giving Auntie Zhao another look.

It wasn’t until Xiaoge had gone far away that Auntie Zhao dared to stagger back home.

Once home, she collapsed onto the bed, covered herself with a quilt, and didn’t dare to go out for a long time.

...

These past two days, having received Xiaoge’s orders, Xia Dabao hadn’t stepped out of the house, staying obediently at home.

With both parents out working and Axian off playing with girls, luckily, there was Long Aixi at home.

Xia Dabao’s task was to start cooking when the time came, and seeing this, Long Aixi quickly came over to help.

Usually, when Long Aixi helped out, Nan Feng would call him away, feeling that as a guest, he shouldn’t always be doing chores.

But Xia Dabao was different. Long Aixi was older and far from home; she felt it was natural for an elder sister to ask her younger brother for help in household tasks.

"Xiao’ai, wash these vegetables," Xia Dabao called while slicing pork on the cutting board in the yard. She was meticulous, slicing the meat thinly, planning to make a dish of stir-fried cucumber and pork.

After a few slices, she looked over at Long Aixi, "Xiao’ai, you have to wash the bok choy leaf by leaf. Otherwise, we might not see the bugs inside."

"OK," Long Aixi replied, lacking experience. He had seen Xiaoge just bunch them together and rinse them a few times, but since Xia Dabao said to wash it leaf by leaf, he proceeded to do just that.

One washing and the other cutting, alongside the sound of running water, Long Aixi suddenly felt an unusual sensation, as if they were two people living together, one cutting and the other washing.

It was quite comfortable and pleasant.

"Xiao’ai, we’re ready to stir-fry, come in and help me stoke the fire," Xia Dabao said again.

Long Aixi quickly went inside, but he didn’t know how to start a fire. After several failed attempts, Xia Dabao grew impatient and squatted next to him, grabbing a handful of pine bark rolls, "To start a fire, you need to light something easily flammable first. Once it’s burning well, then you can add the larger logs, but not all at once—you need to leave some space, like this..."

Xia Dabao was so focused on teaching Long Aixi how to make a fire that she didn’t notice their bodies were touching. When she finished and looked up at Long Aixi, she realized they were very close. The kitchen was dim, and the crackling sounds from the stove and the firelight made both their faces glow red. Their eyes met, and there was a suggestive atmosphere between them.