Chapter 18

The dew was lightly sprinkled, and the autumn wind had not yet brought any chill.

Shan Yu and Grandpa Yaba went into the Deadly Forest to collect herbs. Wan Qiu couldn’t persuade them to stop so he insisted on following them.

“You’re carrying a baby, be careful.”

Although Shan Yu felt that Wan Qiu was ignorant and would be a burden to him, he still held him in a considerate manner, fearing that Wan Qiu might accidentally fall or something would happen. He had to take the blame again.

Grandpa Yaba didn’t have the ability to read minds, but he looked at the way Shan Yu spoke softly to Wan Qiu and felt a pity about his single life.

One of them was serving dog food and the other nodded with a red face, and both held the hands together even more tighter.

Shan Yu wasn’t very good at talking so he used the action of arranging the basket on his back to twitch his hand, then hooked Wan Qiu’s shoulder and said: “Be careful of the ground.”

Although his husband’s body was thin, his arms were quite generous, Wan Qiu’s face blushed even more, leaning into his arms with Shan Yu’s movements, and whispered: “Husband, please don’t be like this, Grandpa Yaba is still here.”

Shan Yu: “…”

‘Please be clear, what did I do to you?’

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There were countless strange flowers and plants in the Deadly Forest. Shan Yu’s eyes were shining. He wanted to pick some herbs and see all kinds of vegetation.

After a while, he discovered a wild sweet potato field.

“Grandpa Yaba, lend me your shovel.”

In Shan Yu’s original world, sweet potatoes were produced in South America and were brought back to their home countries by early explorers and traders for planting. However, in this fictional dynasty, apparently no one recognized sweet potatoes.

Wan Qiu and Grandpa Yaba saw Shan Yu successfully hoeing the grass and digging a hole, and asked strangely: “Husband, what are you doing?”

Shan Yu dug carefully with a shovel for a while, and then dug out the sweet potato tubers, which were the smallest. They were as big as a fist, and he said happily: “This is a good thing. Wan Qiu, light a fire quickly, let’s roast and eat it.”

Wan Qiu was shocked. He looked the thing Shan Yu’s his hand and didn’t know what it was. He tried to stop him: “Husband, what are you talking about? This thing looks weird, and it grows in the Deadly Forest. How can we eat it? It will kill people! Throw it away.”

Grandpa Yaba also shook his head, thinking Shan Yu was just messing around. After all, so many people died in the village because of eating fish. That was a good lesson! How could Shan Yu eat things randomly?

Shan Yu insisted: “Stop talking nonsense and light a fire quickly.”

Wan Qiu couldn’t persuade Shan Yu, and he didn’t dare to disobey his husband. He made a fire pile and lit a fire, watching Shan Yu throw the things in his hands into the fire.

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A moment later…

Shan Yu refused to listen to others and ate a fragrant roasted sweet potato. After handing one to Grandpa Yaba, he pulled Wan Qiu, who was full of resistance, into his arms and said with a smile, “Come here!”

“Husband! No! I won’t eat.” Wan Qiu was still pregnant with a child. He didn’t want to eat this food and get poisoned. He laid in Shan Yu’s arms and struggled wildly, beating him to escape.

Shan Yu sat on the ground and hugged Wan Qiu, feeling that this shuanger was so ignorant and funny. While suppressing all of Wan Qiu’s resistance with his arms, he handed the roasted sweet potato in his hand to Wan Qiu’s mouth and coaxed: “Don’t mess around, here, take a bite, I guarantee you will like it.”

Shan Yu’s words and actions were particularly strong. Wan Qiu couldn’t resist and stuck out his tongue to lick it, but unexpectedly, Shan Yu shoved the roasted sweet potato into his mouth.

A sweet smell mixed with earth suddenly poured into Wan Qiu’s nasal cavity, and then spread to the cerebral cortex through the taste buds.@@novelbin@@

Wan Qiu’s body stiffened, his eyes brightened, and after taking a bite of the roasted sweet potato in Shan Yu’s hand, he gave up his struggle and took it with his hands to eat.

“How is it? Is it delicious?”

Wan Qiu nodded, and while eating, he found a comfortable sitting position in Shan Yu’s arms and said without raising his head: “It taste delicious.”