Chapter 52
He Renyuan shamelessly accepted the tea deity’s unwavering love. Bai Qingyu cured his disappointment, and He Renyuan once again believed that the tea garden public interest litigation was a good career ending.
Birds knew to build a nest before courting. He Renyuan, who had been sleeping under the sky for a month, had long been thinking about changing his environment. He asked Bai Qingyu if he could leave the divine realm. Bai Qingyu had no money, but he did, he could buy some things.
Bai Qingyu wouldn’t let him leave, “Once you leave the divine realm, your recovery state will be fixed, and you won’t be able to heal your injuries if you come back in.”
After leaving, He Renyuan could only rely on modern medicine to cure his paralyzed lower body. If he became disabled, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
He Renyuan had to give up and did some handicrafts like a primitive man, such as weaving flower baskets. The tea deity went out to pick some wildflowers and put them in the baskets.
For example, he asked Bai Qingyu to bring back a piece of bamboo from outside and borrowed a saw from Old Man Deng.
Bai Qingyu treated his injuries, and the consumption of divine power made him sleepy. He lay on He Renyuan’s lap and fell asleep without any guard.
He Renyuan pulled him up with effort, let him lie on his body, and wrapped his arms around his waist, a possessive gesture.
He didn’t need much sleep, so he spent a lot of time figuring out how to make handicrafts.
Every time Bai Qingyu woke up, he would see He Renyuan making something new.
Like a pair of bamboo cups, filled with water from the stream, with some tea leaves, brewed overnight. He Renyuan loved to drink it.
Like two pairs of chopsticks.
He Renyuan said schemingly, “Do you want to try my chopsticks?” He couldn’t mash the food into a paste with chopsticks, he couldn’t pick it up.
But the tea deity used the chopsticks as hairpins, happily changing them every day.
He Renyuan could only compromise on food. He also asked if he could take on some manual or mental work in the human world, bring it in for him to do, and Bai Qingyu could take it out and sell it for money. But Bai Qingyu said that bringing processed items in would consume his divine power, and the most important thing now was to heal him. He didn’t need to work with him.
The wind and rain in the divine realm were regular, the “favorable weather” that farmers dreamed of.
When it rained where He Renyuan was resting, Bai Qingyu would move him to another place. They watched the stars together every night.
He Renyuan, who had been deceitful before, became conservative when it came to love, limiting himself to kissing and hugging.
Firstly, he didn’t want to rush it, and secondly, he hadn’t fully recovered yet and couldn’t take the initiative.
Until one time, it rained, and Bai Qingyu didn’t move him, “The rain is heavier today, suitable for bathing.”
Bai Qingyu, “Although you don’t get dirty in the divine realm, humans feel uncomfortable if they don’t bathe for a long time.”
He went out to get offerings today and heard an auntie complaining that her daughter took three showers a day, wasting so much water. She wasn’t even dirty, just because of some cleanliness obsession, she had to shower even after going out for ten minutes, otherwise she felt uncomfortable.
Bai Qingyu had heard He Renyuan mention his cleanliness obsession before, but it was a long time ago, he hadn’t mentioned it recently.
Was it because the bathing conditions here weren’t good?
Once Bai Qingyu decided that He Renyuan needed a bath, He Renyuan’s objections were useless. The more natural the product, the easier it was to bring into the divine realm. Bai Qingyu specifically picked a lot of soap nuts, which could be used to make bubbles for washing hair.
He Renyuan couldn’t treat this as a proper bath, Bai Qingyu’s whole body was hinting that he could provide other services.
Thankfully, although the divine realm starved him, it didn’t take away his abs. He Renyuan grabbed Bai Qingyu’s hand that was rubbing his abs and said calmly, “I’ll wash your hair first.”
As he washed, He Renyuan discovered that, whether human or deity, one couldn’t wholeheartedly bathe their lover without other thoughts.
The tea he drank every day was in his hands, the familiar scent making him want to taste it with his tongue.
The heavy rain drenched the tea deity, the fragrance everywhere.
Long, dark green hair spread across his fair back, the ends sprouting green buds, occasionally with small white flowers.
…
Once the floodgates opened, even the tea deity indulged.
There was nothing else to do in the divine realm, so He Renyuan could only “do” his wife.
At the same time, he revealed a serious problem.
A human’s stamina couldn’t compare to a tea deity’s, especially in a state of hunger.
He Renyuan had a big appetite. He always cherished the food Bai Qingyu brought back, eating sparingly, maybe only 50 grams of various pastes a day, just enough to give him a sense of being alive.
Now, it wasn’t enough.
The first time he said, “I have no strength, I need some food,” He Renyuan could hardly speak. If there really was a pillar of shame, this sentence would definitely be engraved on it.
Even the tea deity was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, “Wait, I’ll get some.”
He Renyuan, “Put on your clothes!”
Bai Qingyu, “Of course, I’m not stupid.”
During the ten minutes his wife was away, He Renyuan reflected on his life from kindergarten to university graduation and couldn’t find a more embarrassing moment.
He was like a useless bum.
Sometimes, when the tea deity was pushed too far, he would also get angry. When he brought back food, he would tease him, “Lawyer He, this is the tribute I stole, how many years do you think I’ll be sentenced to?”
He Renyuan’s face had also thickened, “The amount is too small, just a verbal warning.”
He Renyuan knew that offerings were free, the tea deity taking them would bring blessings, and tea farmers were happy when the offerings were eaten.
But with better living conditions, few people liked to eat offerings, they didn’t taste good, and were often left to rot. He Renyuan had been eating all kinds of food he wouldn’t normally eat during this time. Sometimes, he even suspected that Bai Qingyu was bringing leftovers or rotten fruits from the supermarket, all mashed together, so he couldn’t recognize them.
Just like restaurants that used stale ingredients and added a lot of chili to mask the taste.
Bai Qingyu even compared it to feeding pigs, anything better than slop was a blessing.
He Renyuan didn’t dare to ask, turning a blind eye. Nothing was more important than filling his stomach and having sex with his wife.
Lawyer He personally demonstrated how to criticize and educate the tea deity about taking things in the human world.
The tea deity learned to hide food to control He Renyuan’s duration.
Shamelessness only required three trials.
He Renyuan could now say “I have no strength, give me more food” without changing his expression.
Bai Qingyu would become arrogant as soon as he had no strength. In his eyes, the difference between humans and deities was innate, there was no need to consider He Renyuan’s self-esteem and avoid this issue, “No, if you can’t do it, then rest.”
It was difficult to see He Renyuan’s bottom line. He often still had some strength left, lying dormant, letting the tea deity be proud for a while.
If he asked for food when he was neither too weak nor too strong, Bai Qingyu would readily fall for it.
He Renyuan didn’t know if Bai Qingyu could hear the different tones in “I have no strength, give me more food,” because he wasn’t really pretending to be hungry or not hungry.
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End of flashback.
He Renyuan closed his eyes. How could he have said such things?
He was truly hungry.
He had always lived a comfortable and luxurious life, he thought his bottom line was high, but it turned out that he could be completely shameless for his wife.
He Renyuan thought, the underlying reason was that Bai Qingyu gave him a great sense of security.
And what did he do? Bai Qingyu said he recovered almost all of his memory, which meant that as soon as he recovered from his injuries, he left the divine realm and never returned because of amnesia?
And what did he say yesterday? He told Bai Qingyu to recover his memory, what if he had wronged Bai Qingyu in the divine realm?
He did wrong him, he turned around and forgot about Bai Qingyu.
He Renyuan looked at Bai Qingyu, who was trying to get information, and glossed over the fact that he was a freeloader, “I don’t have any hidden troubles, I just remembered the tea deity’s wisdom and nobility and felt very inferior.”
Bai Qingyu, “You don’t have to put yourself down…”
He Renyuan, “Even if millions of people call me inferior, I will still pursue you.”
Bai Qingyu suppressed a smile, pretended to frown, and tested him subtly, “You’re so skilled at kissing, it’s definitely not your first time, I don’t want someone with an ex.”
He Renyuan, “I practiced with you, you’re the only one I’ve ever kissed!”
Bai Qingyu, “Really? Did you add too much water to the dough?”
He Renyuan looked down at the dough he was kneading, it wasn’t forming well. Bai Qingyu helped him add some flour.
He Renyuan never forgot to replenish his blood, “Pour me some brown sugar, and the chopped dates in the bowl.”
Bai Qingyu poured it for him, “Is there not enough water again? It’s so hard to mix evenly.”
He Renyuan, “Then add some water.”
After two repetitions, He Renyuan came to his senses. Bai Qingyu couldn’t cook at all, why was he listening to his instructions?!
He kneaded the increasingly expanding dough, his rolled-up sleeves almost falling down, “Help me roll—”
He suddenly remembered the bruise on his arm from drawing blood and quickly changed his words, pinching off a piece of dough, “Help me roll it into the shape of a steamed bun that Cha Bao likes.”
Bai Qingyu took it and casually shaped it. Cha Bao could eat anything.
With the tea deity’s help, He Renyuan successfully steamed a pot of brown sugar and date buns.
Old Man Deng returned with Cha Bao, lifted the lid of the pot, and exclaimed, “Wow, a pot of dead buns.”
Oily and smooth, they would soon harden into rocks.
Bai Xiaocha, “Dead buns? Baby will eat them!”
He Renyuan hurriedly contacted the chef and asked for the reason, then steamed another pot. This time, the buns were fluffy and soft.
He turned around and saw Cha Bao already eating the first batch of buns with relish.
“Uncle’s buns are delicious.”
He Renyuan started to admit that Cha Bao could eat anything, he had inherited it from him, prenatal education failed.
After steaming the buns, He Renyuan also prepared to make braised fish, first pan-frying both sides until golden brown, then seasoning and thickening the sauce.
One person cooked, the whole family watched. Bai Qingyu stared at He Renyuan, feeling that he had become incredibly diligent after recovering his memory, not idle for a moment.
Bai Xiaocha stood by the stove, watching expectantly, “It smells so good!”
Bai Qingyu brought over some chopped scallions. Bai Xiaocha looked up, “Dad, Baby will help.”
Bai Qingyu picked him up, putting him above the counter.
Bai Xiaocha grabbed a handful of scallions, leaned over, his chubby arm reaching over the pot, steam rising.
He Renyuan’s eyelids twitched, “Be careful of the steam.”
Bai Xiaocha withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, grabbed his right hand with his left hand, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and then licked it, “It smells like braised fish!”
As if he had already tasted the fish, he happily licked the fish fragrance left by the steam on his wrist.
He Renyuan began to understand why his dad was obsessed with cooking.
Questioning his father, becoming a father, understanding his father.
But he didn’t provide as much emotional value as Cha Bao, he wasn’t even as sensible as Cha Bao.
During dinner, Old Man Deng shared the latest village gossip, “Old Wang’s family got a live-in son-in-law. I’ve never seen anything like it. He doesn’t work every day, just lies in bed playing King of Glory, asks his wife to cook, asks his wife for pocket money when going out, and if she doesn’t give him any, he cheats and steals.”
He Renyuan: “…”
Bai Qingyu frowned, “Cheats? Steals? That’s illegal, didn’t they call the police?”
Old Man Deng, “It’s a family matter, cheating his own wife, what can the police do? Freeloading, the Wang family isn’t rich either, and this kind of man actually has a wife!”
Bai Qingyu was also disdainful, “His wife hasn’t divorced him yet?”
He Renyuan: “…”
Old Man Deng, “Sigh, his wife is pregnant, she said she can at least have some company if she doesn’t divorce him, and if she divorces him, she’ll have nothing. This kind of freeloader even has a child.”
Bai Qingyu said, “She’s so stupid!”
He Renyuan’s heart sank. The tea deity had lived in the human world for three years, even went to the city, and had a firm grasp of legal knowledge. With his increasing knowledge, would Bai Qingyu look down on the freeloading He Renyuan from back then?
If Bai Qingyu recovered his memory, he might even despise his past self.
He Renyuan’s expression stiffened. He tested the waters, “If a man is paralyzed, can he be a freeloader?”
Bai Qingyu, “No, he can still do handicrafts or mental work.”
He Renyuan’s breath hitched. Bai Qingyu really wasn’t buying it anymore.
He Renyuan pinched his bruised arm. If he was selfish, he should bury his inglorious past and let Bai Qingyu only know the independent and strong He Renyuan.
Both Bai Qingyu and Old Man Deng knew Old Wang’s daughter and sympathized even more with her situation, they stopped eating, their indignation growing.
It seemed that only He Renyuan and Cha Bao in this house still loved to eat.
Cha Bao leaned against his uncle, his round eyes full of curiosity, “Uncle Boss, is soft rice delicious?”
He Renyuan: “…”
You can’t eat that.
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Baby, you hit Uncle where it hurts.
