Living Ancestor vs. Personal Caretaker: The village’s most pampered burden paired with its most capable tough guy.
A fatherly boyfriend: Six years older, few words but plenty of action, quietly indulgent.
Everyone in the village knew that a “living ancestor” had arrived at Liuhe Brigade.
She was no good at farm work: she could trip herself while weeding.
She was no good at cooking: she burned down the kitchen before she could finish a meal.
She had no stamina: after walking a few steps, she’d complain that her feet hurt.
But she was rich! She spent stacks of national grain coupons, had meat canned goods shipped by the crate, and even used two enamel basins, one to wash her face and one to wash her feet.
The whole village waited to see reality knock her down a peg.
Instead, after all that waiting, they watched Shen Ye take on every bit of farm work for her.
Everyone was stunned. “Shen Ye, have you lost your mind? What’s so great about that delicate little thing?”
Shen Ye gave them a frosty look. “Her hands are too soft to pull weeds.”
“She can’t squat in the fields because she burns easily.”
“She likes to keep things clean, so I wipe down the stove every day.”
In the end, everyone gaped as the “wolf cub” who used to ignore everyone raised a delicate city girl until she was plump and rosy, with hands even softer than when she’d first arrived.
Someone asked Shen Ye jealously, “What do you get out of it?”
Shen Ye watched his little wife chasing chickens around the courtyard and smiled faintly.
“I get to let her torment me instead of someone else.”
