The sky turned fish-belly white, and amidst the crow of roosters, the industrious Fusang prepared dry food for Haitian for a day's sailing, and also boiled hot water for the two sisters.
"Dad, come back early!" Fusang handed the bag of dry food to Haitian and said with concern.
Dad is the backbone of the family. Not only does he support the family, but he also handles all the heavy work. Although Fusang often helps, it is only small things. Sometimes Fusang thinks that it would be better if he were a man.
You can go fishing with your dad, farm in the fields with your dad, and help him solve his problems.
"If you beat him enough, he will come back sooner." Haitian patted Fuso's head lovingly.
"With your brother Xiao, don't worry."
"I hate it, Dad, you are making fun of me again." Fusang's pretty face turned slightly red and she continued to work in the kitchen.
Haida laughed a few times and went out.
Fusang brought out a bucket of clothes, still thinking about Brother Xiao, Lu Xiao, whom Haitian mentioned just now.
The two were childhood sweethearts and had a very good relationship. Lu Xiao had a pure nature and was extremely obedient to Fusang. Haitian noticed this and already regarded Lu Xiao as half a son. He even thought about treating Fusang as his son when he was older.
Betrothed to Lu Xiao.
Thinking of Lu Xiao, Fusang felt as if she had eaten honey, and it was so sweet that she even hummed a light song while doing the laundry.
"Ah~" Xia Tian, who was lost in thought, was startled. The wooden stick that was beating his clothes suddenly hit the back of his hand, and he let out a cry of pain.
"Damn it!" Dragon King's whole body was about to cramp, and he grinned in pain.
"Huh huh huh~" Fusang rubbed the red and swollen back of his hand fiercely and kept breathing. Tears were accumulating in his eyes, but Fusang was forced to hold them back and not let them fall.
"What's the use of your brain? You can hit your own hands while washing clothes!" The Dragon King grabbed Fusang's collar and picked her up easily.
With his feet not touching the ground, Fusang felt very insecure and waved his hands randomly.
"Hey, put me down, put me down quickly!"
"I asked you what your brain is made of!" The Dragon King was furious. If this woman often hurt herself like this, wouldn't she often suffer the same consequences?
"Let me go! Isn't it all your fault? You are a cat! You stand behind others suddenly without making any sound. Even people will be frightened by you, okay!" Fusang retorted sharply, she was not
He was frightened, especially after knowing that this monster did not dare to harm him, and he became quite arrogant.
The Dragon King looked at Fusang's swollen hands like pig's trotters, became angry and roared:
"Your body is more than just your body now. Don't you know that if you are injured now, it will be tens of thousands of times heavier on me? You damn woman, don't hurt me when you are tired of life!"