Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 210 - 21: The Amazing Widower Neighbor

The same problem actually occurred in Ge Village before and Zhu Shijun also used a special method to resolve the issue of dried rice fields.

Dinner was also prepared by Feng Xing, making Feng Xing’s specialty: satay crucian carp soup. Just as the soup was about to be served, Feng Xing remembered that he forgot to buy scallions.

There was a simple vegetable stall at the entrance of the neighborhood, which Xiao Xian saw when she entered, so she volunteered to go downstairs to buy the scallions.

Just as Zhuo Feng was about to give her money, Xiao Xian had already run downstairs.

"Having a child in the house definitely makes it livelier," Feng Xing lamented in the kitchen. Upon hearing this, Zhuo Feng’s eyes filled with a hint of sadness.

"Honey," Zhuo Feng hugged Feng Xing from behind, rarely displaying a hint of feminine coquettishness. "I’m sorry, I know you’ve always wanted a child."

Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing had been married for over two years and Feng Xing was already thirty. Their parents had long been urging them to have a child soon. A few years back, Zhuo Feng was busy searching for Xiao Xian, and the matter of having a child was postponed. Now that they had just found Xiao Xian and their living space was not ample, Zhuo Feng was worried about not being able to take care of another child.

The night Xiao Xian came, Zhuo Feng hesitated and shared with Feng Xing her thoughts of not planning to have a child for the next two years. Upon hearing this, Feng Xing sat at the edge of the bed in silence the whole night.

The next morning when they got up, Feng Xing finally said, "It’s okay, we both are still young."

"What are you talking about, isn’t Xiao Xian our daughter? A beautiful and smart daughter at that," Feng Xing cracked an egg into his rice bowl and replied softly.

With such a caring husband, Zhuo Feng sweetly embraced Feng Xing, savoring the warm aroma of food from the kitchen.

Xiao Xian ran back and forth, and when she reached the vegetable stall, the seller, an aunt, said that all the scallions were sold out, but some leek was still available. Putting leek in the fish soup, Xiao Xian smacked her lips, feeling it wasn’t right either. She thought about buying some ginger but then remembered that Zhuo Feng disliked the taste of ginger, so it seemed this satay crucian carp soup was destined to be without scallions.

When she reached the staircase on the second floor, an old light bulb flickered off with a "crackle", making the old apartment’s staircase feel rather cramped, and Xiao Xian could only walk up leaning against the wall next to the staircase.

As she reached the third floor, she accidentally kicked something with a loud thump. Just as Xiao Xian was about to bend down to see what it was, the door of a household on the left abruptly opened and a skinny old man leaped out.

Once the door opened, the light from within illuminated the hallway. Underneath Xiao Xian’s foot was a ceramic pot, filled with several slick black pebbles.

"Who is the blind one?" The person who came out was a skinny old man with a goatee. His skin was somewhat sallow, and only his eyes were particularly bright.

"I’m from the fourth floor, old man. I accidentally stepped on your daffodils, er, your scallions." Inside the white ceramic pot, among the pebbles, what was growing were not pristine daffodils, but clusters of green Xiangtan scallions.

"Another one from the fourth floor, I knew just by looking at you that you’re from the same family as that sharp-tongued woman." As soon as the old man heard it was someone from the fourth floor, he got irritated.

In the evening, when they were collecting clothes, his family’s clothes were all drenched by the water pipe on the fourth floor, which also ruined her family’s vegetables. It served that sharp-tongued old hag right. If you can’t handle it, don’t try to grow vegetables like others do. And dirtying the clean stairs by carrying mud up and down wasn’t bad enough, they were also so bad at growing plants, they all looked half-dead. It was aggravating to look at. Modern young couples are so frustrating, always kissing in the hallway for no reason. Aren’t they just provoking me, a lonely old widower?

"Old man, are you from Xiangtan?" Xiao Xian tried to lower her voice as much as possible, in case Zhuo Feng noticed the noise downstairs, which would really spoil their crucian carp soup.

"Who told you that?" Old Man Bai glanced suspiciously at Xiao Xian, that girl seemed to know something, he had never told anyone about being from Xiangtan.

"Nobody told me. I just noticed the Xiangtan scallions growing quite well here. My grandfather studied agriculture, and he grew a lot of onions and garlic," Xiao Xian explained, she couldn’t just say that she spotted the origin of the Xiangtan scallions at a glance.

But no matter what you say, the old man was critical and hard to please, and he couldn’t get used to the onions and garlic bought from outside. Two years ago, after Zhuo Feng stepped on and killed the daffodils he had planted in a pot, he planted onion in it and would snip some whenever he cooked.

"Sharp eyes, indeed, too bad they got smashed," Old Man Bai’s anger seemed to dissipate on the spot; under the light, Xiao Xian didn’t seem so annoying after all.

"Old man, you don’t need these scallions anymore, do you? If not, could you give them to me? We are just out of scallions to cook with," Xiao Xian supported the scallions, cleaning the mud off them.

"Trampled like this, and still you want to eat them? Come in, I have planted a few more pots on the balcony," the old-fashioned apartment’s design was more or less the same, crammed full in sixty or seventy square meters, no wonder the old man placed those pots of scallions in the corridor. freёwebnoѵel.com

A solitary old man’s house, what would it be like? Xiao Xian followed him inside with a bit of curiosity. Once inside, she realized that Mr. Bai’s apartment had been remodeled.

The two-bedroom apartment had been converted into a large open space. The elderly’s daily living area was towards the north, while the south-facing part, with the best natural light and ventilation, seemed to be filled with plants.

Old Man Bai quickly blocked Xiao Xian’s line of sight. She only got a quick glance and didn’t see it very clearly, but those plants weren’t the kind Xiao Xian had seen on Leigong Mountain or on Black Mountain. The plants in Mr. Bai’s room seemed different, all covered with... Spiritual Power.

"Those are all potted plants, you as a little child wouldn’t be interested," the old man observed Xiao Xian’s curious reaction, picked up a black pair of scissors, snipped a bunch of scallions from the balcony, and handed them to Xiao Xian. This little girl seemed quite interesting, evidently very intrigued by the old man’s collection of potted plants, making him feel a kind of kindred spirit.

Holding the bunch of scallions, Xiao Xian climbed up the stairs with a bit of excitement. It was her first time seeing those so-called potted plants, all pruned, and among them were several old plants, pulsing with a spiritual power not inferior to that of century-old trees.

"Without space, cultivating plants with such overflowing spiritual power is truly magical," Xiao Xian thought as she went back home.

In the apartment on the third floor, the old man slowly pulled out the Xiangtan scallion from the pot filled with pebbles, washed the pot clean, and carefully drained it.

"My dear, it’s been decades since you’ve been gone. I have wasted my life growing flowers, yet I’ve never managed to nurture the daffodils you left me. I can’t accept this, and I can’t die in peace," the old man sighed heavily, placing the daffodil pot by the bed.

Upstairs, Xiao Xian’s family enjoyed the fragrant fish soup, Zhuo Feng couldn’t stop praising it: "Today’s scallions really taste good, very fragrant."

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