The Young Husband Who Sells Cheung Fun

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In his previous life, Zhou Xiaole's noodle shop had become so successful that someone secretly fanned the flames, burning him straight into another world.

After being reborn, Zhou Xiaole looked at his frail older sister and took it upon himself to provide for the family. He returned to his old trade and kept selling noodles. If rice noodle rolls weren't enough, he could add fresh-ingredient rice noodles, Old Friend noodles, and stuffed rice rolls. Actually, now that he thought about it, why not just open a morning tea shop?

His plans for a new life were wonderful, except for the part where he was forced into marriage.

Still...

Zhou Xiaole: "This new husband of mine is way too cautious. He barely speaks and does whatever he's told. If I say go east, he wouldn't dare go west. That's no good, no good. I need to ask him more about what he's thinking and what he likes to do."

Xu Guan: "I'm thinking about you."

Zhou Xiaole: "???"

Xu Guan: "I like to..."

Wait, wait, wait! You can say more, but don't be so direct! Aaaah! Damn it, I'm blushing!

Xu Guan: "I meant I like raising pigs."

Zhou Xiaole: "???"

If you like raising pigs, then go raise pigs. Can you stop looking at me like that?!

Xu Guan: "I also want to raise you."

Zhou Xiaole, clutching his chest: "...Damn!"

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Chun Muer grew up surrounded by cheap rouge and face powder, learning nothing but the art of swaying hips, arching fingers, and batting his lashes.

That's all he knew how to do.

When he was fourteen, a beautiful man from the brothel shoved a bundle into his arms and told him to run. In a daze, he fled, ducking and hiding along the way, but he couldn't shake the brothel's hired thugs. Just as he was losing hope, he came across a wedding procession.

He thought he was saved, but the matchmaker dragged him into the sedan chair by force.

"The new groom ran away, so you'll take his place!"

Lying in the sedan, Chun Muer was overcome with despair. He had failed the beautiful man's hopes for him. He'd escaped one abyss only to be tossed into another. His life never seemed to get any better.

When a cold, fierce-looking man lifted the curtain, Chun Muer thought he was about to be punched to death.

To stay alive, he tucked away his delicate fingers, squared his little bottom, and learned to walk with his toes pointing outward. He'd heard the husband next door was as fierce as a tiger, so he copied what he saw, often planting his hands on his hips and glaring.

He thought he'd learned well. Little did he know that even with his hands on his hips, cursing angrily, he still looked coquettish.

Somehow, word got around that he was a brothel boy. The groom he'd replaced came back, and Chun Muer saw the blacksmith husband's stern face and hard fists. He thought he was going to die.

The people watching thought so too. They were all ready to see the brothel boy beaten to death.

But the ones who got beaten were the rumor-mongers and the groom who'd fled a thousand miles to return.

The usually impassive blacksmith held his new husband and gently coaxed him. "Good husband, don't cry. Let's go home and eat. I'll make your favorite braised pork today."

The blacksmith couple lived a happy life, but their home lacked the laughter of children. People said Chun Muer had come from a filthy place, and who knew if he could even have children?

Only Chun Muer knew he'd been drugged, and that he'd likely never have children in his life.

To keep the Zhao family from losing its line, he went to the matchmaker and said he wanted to find a concubine for the blacksmith.

He thought the blacksmith would be pleased. Instead, the blacksmith drew the bed curtains with a cold expression and dragged him into daily drills: forging iron by day, pounding the anvil by night.

After three years of this, he finally conceived their first child.

As long as he went deep enough, hit the right spot, and put in enough effort, that damn drug couldn't do a thing.

Theme: Life is full of love. Keep moving forward with a positive attitude.