Two people use their own bath water for cooking, without feeling disgusted.

  The next morning

  Bai Xinzhen walked out of the small kitchen, carrying two coarse bowls with missing mouths in her hands and entered the bedroom. Yesterday she kindly gave up her wooden bed board to sleep on the ground for a night, only to discover that sleeping on the ground was actually more comfortable than the wooden board.

  She saw that the man was awake and didn't say a word. She directly placed the coarse bowl in her left hand beside the man, then put a pair of bamboo chopsticks on top of the bowl.

  His injury was on his thigh, she had already helped him stitch and bandage it, so his hand was fine, so eating definitely didn't need her to feed him.

  The man sniffed the meaty aroma in the air and looked at the thing in the coarse bowl beside him.

  His line of sight finally fell on the rough bowl's broken edge, and his thin lips, which were cold and hard, twitched slightly. "......?!"

  "What is this?"

  The stuff in the bowl was red and green, with white lumps, and the thick soup-like substance could hardly be called a soup, it wasn't even as good as paste.

  Bai Xinzhen was sitting on a low stool not far away, preparing to pick up a piece of fragrant meat with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Suddenly, she heard the man's question, and he looked like he didn't dare to speak out loud. She hastily stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth before explaining to the man:

  "Don't worry, it's not poisonous. If I wanted to poison you, I wouldn't have saved you, I would have just hit you with a shovel and buried you in a hole. Why bother bringing you into the house? There's nothing much to eat at my place, just this rice flour, so make do with it." She swallowed the meat slice and continued, "I was afraid you might not be able to eat it, so I even gave this dish a name, 'Fish Fragrant Meat Strips'. How about it, does the name sound appetizing?"

  The man, if looked at carefully, would definitely discover that he had just shuddered. His gaze was fixed on the contents of the coarse bowl and he sat up, picked up his chopsticks and stirred the contents of the bowl.

  "Why no fish and no meat?"

  Bai Xin looked at him with a silly expression: "You can think of the sweet potato grains as meat, and the rice block as fish. What's there to be picky about? It's good enough that we have something to eat."

  The next meal is still unknown where it will be...

  The man narrowed his eyes and gazed coldly at her bowl.

  "What did you eat?"

  He tossed a piece of dog meat into the air and caught it with his chopsticks. "Dog meat!"

  The man's face turned a bit dark. "......?!" He had seen her crying to death for that dog last night, how could he still eat now?

  "Why don't I have one?" Looking at the coarse bowl beside him, his low voice was filled with strong disgust and dissatisfaction.

  Upon seeing this, Bai Xincheng irritably retorted: "I'm eating Wangcai to help it attain Buddhahood. You're the murderer who killed it - if you ate it, wouldn't that be an even greater sin? Moreover, she was my dog, and by eating her, I'm showing my deep reluctance to part with her. From now on, no matter where I go in this world, we'll never be separated." Sighing, he gazed at the bones he had picked out, sorrowfully lamenting: "My poor Wangcai - when it was alive, it never got to eat a single meal of meat or gnaw on a single bone. Now that I can finally enjoy a meal of meat, it doesn't have the good fortune to savor it... Alas!"

  The man had just picked up his bowl when his hands suddenly shook uncontrollably and the bowl nearly fell to the ground.

  Her dark eyes gazed past him, her cold, gloomy gaze following as if observing a strange creature.

  Bai Xin saw him staring at her, afraid he would pounce over and snatch it, so she quickly got up and went outside, sat on the threshold of the main room with a bowl in her hands, savoring the fragrant dog meat inside.

  Waiting for her to finish eating and go back, she saw that the bowl on the man's side was already empty. Without saying a word, she silently walked forward and took away the coarse ceramic bowl.

  "Draw water for me, I want to take a bath."

  A cold voice with a hint of command came from behind.

  Bai Xin turned her head back, with a face full of disdain: "Your wound was just stitched up by me, and now you can't get it wet. If you catch a fever, I don't have any medicine to cure you. Just bear with it for now, our village is very clean, and even if we don't take a bath for one or two months, we won't grow lice."

  At these words, the man's tightly clenched face almost cracked into pieces. His cold and gloomy gaze stared at Bai Xincheng as if he had seen fleas all over her body, and a single word of disgust couldn't describe it.

  "Bring water!" The man said indifferently, his face expressionless.

  Bai Xin smiled suddenly, walked over, looked him up and down, and replied: "There's only half a bucket of water left in my kitchen. Are you sure you want to use it for bathing? Let me make one thing clear, getting water here requires walking five miles on the mountain road. I'm a lazy person and won't go fetch water every day. If you don't mind that I'll be using the bathwater to cook lunch, then I'll go get it for you."

  After she finished speaking, she made a gesture as if she was going to leave.

  "Wait!"

  From behind, a man's extremely low, extremely suppressed and extremely cold voice came, "I don't want to wash anymore!"

  At noon, Baixin made a sweet potato porridge. It's just boiling the sweet potatoes and then mashing them up, mixing in some water and boiling it again, stirring it up and serving it in a bowl. The cooked sweet potato porridge is similar to sesame paste, but with a reddish-yellow color, looking more appetizing than this morning's 'fish-flavored shredded pork'.

  The man finally didn't say another word and drank three big bowls in a row.

  In the afternoon, Bai Xinyan carried a hoe and continued to dig sweet potatoes in the field. It was unclear whether it was because of the sudden appearance of the man that startled her, but for the entire afternoon, she kept subconsciously looking back over her shoulder.

  Yesterday, a man was dug out of the ground, I don't know if today's excavation will dig up a son...

  It's not that she is imagining things, but rather she has already lost count of how many times she has been let down by heaven.

  What if she could transcend her soul and God saw her lonely and sent a son to accompany her?

  Due to her distrust of God, Baixin could only do one thing - dig sweet potatoes with all her might.

  If he really had a son, he would probably starve to death too...

  In the afternoon, Bai Xinzhi spent his time in a daze on the ground.

  In the evening, it was the same sweet potato congee as at noon.

  Because she had eaten too much dog meat and her throat was itchy in the afternoon, she specially chopped up the sweet potato leaves and cooked them in the sweet potato soup that night. She called it "clearing fire".

  At night, the man still didn't speak to her.

  It wasn't until Bai Xin hid in the yard to take a bath and went back inside that the man, lying on the wooden board, looked at her again and suddenly asked coldly: "Didn't you say there was no water? Where did you get the water to bathe?"

  She rolled her eyes and glared at him with some annoyance: "Using his own bath water to cook, I'm not disgusted!"

  Upon hearing this, the man's face turned uglier than a pig's liver, as if he had swallowed a fly, and his Adam's apple kept twitching.

  Too lazy to reason with him, the white silk was stained all over the hall and courtyard.

  It wasn't out of kindness that she wanted to save this man, but because she thought leaving him would be beneficial to herself.

  In Maoshan Village, it's rare to see an outsider. Looking at the way this man speaks with a hint of arrogance, he shouldn't be a farmer. Last night when she helped him stitch his wound, she found that the pants he wore inside were actually made of silk.

  Of course, she absolutely didn't mean to take advantage of him or have any intention of looking at that thing. Isn't this all just forced by the situation? Who told him to get hurt on his thigh?!

  She just 'accidentally' glanced at him, she swore that she absolutely didn't touch his stuff, only touched the smooth silk underwear of his...

  She just hoped that this man would help her leave Maoshan Village in return for saving his life.