Miss from the Countryside, Chapter 187: Intimacy in the Kitchen. Intimacy in the Kitchen "Yun, tell your aunt, when did you and your teacher start this—this content, the one about the countryside beauty?" Hao Donglian bent down to pick cucumbers, speaking softly to Lu Yun, who was picking beans beside her. Lu Yun was completely confused by Hao Donglian's words, murmuring, "Aunt, what do you mean by 'when did we start'? I don't understand what you're saying." Hao Donglian scolded, "Speak a little louder—what if someone else hears?" Lu Yun stood up, rubbed his head, and said, "Aunt, what exactly do you want me to say? You're always doing this—talking behind people's backs. That's not your usual style." "Are you still being all formal and literary with me? Fine. I'll ask you again when we get to the kitchen. Hurry up and pick vegetables—don't make the others starve!" Hao Donglian moved with remarkable efficiency, and in no time at all, the bamboo basket on her arm was filled with a variety of fresh vegetables Rural folks are thrifty—almost every household maintains a small vegetable garden in their yard, cultivating ordinary crops like cucumbers, eggplants, and peppers. Hào Dōnglián pulled Lù Yún into the kitchen, interrogating him as if he were a suspect, while simultaneously picking vegetables: "That girl is truly fresh and lively—your eyes are sharp. Don’t treat her casually, thinking we don’t like her." Lù Yún grew more and more puzzled. He finally stopped helping with the picking, sat on a small stool, and held his chin, asking, "Uncle, how are you becoming less reliable with every sentence? Could you just explain yourself clearly?" This content is from Chapter 187 of "Rural Beauty." "Hmph! You’re acting so formal and reserved with me, young man. Tell me—why did your teacher come to our house?" Hào Dōnglián asked, clearly annoyed. Lu Yun said casually, "Didn't I tell you? She's from the city. She doesn't want to go back on weekends, and she finds the campus a bit dull when she's there, so she's come to stay with us for a couple of days, and then we'll go back to school together on Monday." "Is she going to stay with us?" Hei Donglian listened intently and her eyes lit up. She grew impatient, chattering on, "I'm telling you—over the next couple of days, you've got to take good care of her. Otherwise, I'll never forgive you." "I know, don't worry. I'll make sure she has a wonderful time staying with us." "That's much better. If such a lovely girl can become your wife, our family will truly have pride in the village." Hei Donglian smiled warmly, as if Ling Xiaoman had already become her daughter-in-law. Lu Yun was nearly knocked out by his third aunt's words, and could only wipe away a mix of tears and laughter while defending himself: "Aunt, I'm not even that old—how come you're already rushing to find me a wife? Besides, she's a young lady from a wealthy family in the city. When it comes to marriage, she's always looking for someone of equal standing. How could she possibly consider someone like me, a mere young newcomer?" "Lu Yun wished he could hit his head against the wall—Third Aunt’s words were just so awkward! Fortunately, no one else was there; otherwise, she’d be laughed out of the room. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help Aunt clean the vegetables!" Hao Donglian tossed the picked beans to Lu Yun, her face bright with joy. Lu Yun gave a dismissive sigh, knowing that no matter how much he explained, Third Aunt’s temperament was well-known to him—she’d only get more complicated the more he talked. So, he simply let her imagine things on her own and ignored her entirely. Once Hao Donglian finished preparing all the vegetables, Lu Yun washed them and then sliced them, leaving only the task of eating to the family. "Aunt, didn’t M. Liu’s husband and parents both pass away? Then why haven’t I seen any mourning pavilions or people weeping in the village?" Lu Yun inserted his hand into his pants pocket, feeling the key to M. Liu’s convenience store. Thinking of how hard it must have been for a woman to manage such an intricate array of funeral arrangements, he couldn’t help but quietly sigh. This content is from Chapter 187 of the "The Liu family has always been thin in population. Zhu Zi passed away young, leaving only Liu's widow to uphold the household. Now, with both her in-laws passing away, how can a woman manage such a large burden? So she moved to the city and bought two fine coffins. They were buried yesterday noon, and your third uncle came to help. Oh, what a pity for Liu's widow—now she'll be utterly alone. Your third uncle said she cried so bitterly, as if she were a complete stranger. 'Little Yun,' I told him, 'we have no children of our own. Our remaining years depend entirely on you. Please study hard!' I sighed and shook my head, feeling both sympathy for Liu's widow and sorrow for our own lack of offspring. "Ha Donglian's voice trembled as she said, 'I know...' Suddenly, she felt her chest enveloped by two large hands, the firm peak of her chest gently massaged. She gasped, 'Lun, please stop. Just now, when I was with your uncle, I had a little while to rest. I'll take a moment to wash up and then come back to you.' Lu Yun giggled, 'So that's why your uncle's hands were sticky when he opened the door. It seems he couldn't satisfy you and had to use his hands to help you out, didn't he?' Ha Donglian gave Lu Yun a gentle slap and said softly, 'Little one, are you mocking your uncle's inability?' 'Of course not. I'm just speaking the truth.' 'Oh, stop it already!' Ha Donglian was so engrossed in talking to Lu Yun that she completely forgot about the oil in the pot. Now black smoke was rising and flames were climbing up, so she quickly lifted the wok and covered it with the lid. 'It's getting even more vigorous—what a promising start!' Lu Yun said with a carefree smile. Ha Donglian gave him a withering look and said, "Alright, you've done your part here—go back to your room and chat with your teacher." "Uncle San isn't here? I'll just help Auntie in the kitchen." "You don't need to tell me how capable your uncle is, do you? Every time after the chores are done, he's either snoring or asleep. If it weren't for you and your teacher coming today, he'd have dozed off by now." Ha Donglian sighed, seeing Lu Yun still lingering in the kitchen, and gently pushed him. "Alright, once Auntie finishes cooking, I'll have something ready for you. You're only making things more complicated by staying here. Go back to your room—don't let the guests think we're lacking in etiquette and being too indifferent." Lu Yun patted her one more time before finally reluctantly returning to his room. Indeed, Uncle San had gone off to sleep in the inner room, while Ling Xiaoman, apparently tired or homesick, had not slept well—she now sat on the chair, her eyes beginning to droop. What a beautiful scene of a sleeping beauty! Lu Yun walked slowly over, quietly took a chair, and sat beside Ling Xiaoman, watching her peacefully as she slept. "Ling Yang, don't ignore me, don't..." murmured Ling Xiaoman in her sleep. Ling Yang! Who is this? Is he her boyfriend? Otherwise, why would Ling Xiaoman keep calling out his name even while asleep? Another beautiful flower has found its match! Lu Yun shook his head, thinking to himself: When will I finally grow up? There are so many beautiful flowers, yet I simply can't keep up with gathering them all. After sitting quietly for a while, Lu Yun began to feel bored—not because Ling Xiaoman wasn't captivating, but because he felt such a delicate girl shouldn't be easily disturbed. If it were his usual self, Ling Xiaoman's dress would have been lifted long ago, and he'd already been thoroughly enjoying the view of her beneath. Yet now, merely by watching her sleeping form, Lu Yun felt deeply content. Quietly stepping outside, he finally took a deep, steady breath—he had held his breath throughout the entire time inside the house, afraid of disturbing Ling Xiaoman. Back in the kitchen, he hadn’t even managed to speak a word before Hao Donglian sent him away. Since there was still some time until dinner, he decided to go out and check if Lu Xiaoing had returned. With that decision firmly made, he immediately set off, moving silently and swiftly toward Lu Xiaoing’s home. "Once Xiao Ying comes back, I'll feel at ease. I'll come back again soon when I get the chance." Lu Yun mumbled as he prepared to leave. The village head had always been terribly displeased with Lu Yun, always believing him to be an ill omen—whenever he was around, something bad was bound to happen. Just as Lu Yun was about to step away, Xiao Ying's figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight. Not seeing her father following behind, he promptly knocked on the door and called softly, "Xiao Ying, Xiao Ying..." "I've been a bit delayed, just checking to see if you'd returned. Your father's probably drunk again—go take care of him soon, or he'll have a fit." "How terrible your father is, compared to what you're saying! Red Yu has safely arrived home. Didn't you say you'd spend some time out with me this afternoon?" Lu Xiaoying looked at Lu Yun with eager anticipation. "Sure, but I'd like to add one more person." Lu Yun readily agreed, though he also proposed a condition. "Add someone? Who?" asked Lu Xiaoying, slightly surprised. "The one who just arrived—Ms. Ling Xiaoman. She's currently visiting at my house." Lu Xiaoying felt a bit disappointed. She had expected Lu Yun to spend the entire weekend with her. Now, suddenly, Ms. Ling had been added. Though she genuinely liked Ling Xiaoman, being with Lu Yun and having someone else present always made her feel a little uneasy. "What's wrong? Are you not happy?" "No, how could Professor Ling have come to your house?" Lu Xiaoying asked curiously. From her attire, she was certain that Ling Xiaoman wasn't a girl from a typical family—how could she have come all the way to a rural student's home? Nowadays, Lu Xiaoying is particularly sensitive to the women who appear in Lu Yun's life, even though Ling Xiaoman is six or seven years older than them. Lu Yun, observing her expressions and gestures, sensed that Lu Xiaoying had something she wanted to say. So he patiently repeated the message he'd already shared with his aunt no fewer than three times. Fortunately, Lu Xiaoying has a strong comprehension ability, and after Lu Yun finished explaining, she understood everything clearly and smiled brightly again. "I should be going now—my aunt is waiting for me to have dinner." Lu Xiaoying smiled. "Alright, I'll meet you and Professor Ling under the big holly tree by the eastern end of the village at two in the afternoon." Lu Yun nodded and smiled, "We'll definitely see each other again." "We'll definitely see each other again." "... Lu Yun hurried back home. Hao Donglian had only one dish left to cook. Upon returning to her room, Lu Yun saw Ling Xiaoman still asleep. He then went back to the kitchen and immediately embraced Hao Donglian. Hao Donglian felt a firm object pressing against her buttocks, knowing that Lu Yun was once again making a fuss with her. She frowned and said, "I told you to go speak with your teacher. What's the matter, why have you come back again?" "She's asleep, Aunt. It's been a week since she last drank your milk—she's been making me so hungry!" Lu Yun eagerly reached for the buttons on Hao Donglian's chest. "Just this last dish, I need to finish it first." Hao Donglian didn't want to lose face in front of Ling Xiaoman. If the dish didn't suit her taste, she might just decide to say goodbye to Lu Yun right then. "No, I want to eat now," Lu Yun began to pout. "Hey, you're all full of it—back in school, you didn't exactly shy away from getting on girls' good sides, did you?" Hao Donglian teased, though he wasn't her biological child, she had raised him for so many years that she knew him inside and out. Lu Yun smirked. "It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, isn't it?" Though Hao Donglian was now in her forties and childless, her figure remained remarkably well-maintained thanks to years of hard work, and her body was strong and solid—making her naturally more enthusiastic. After Lu Yun gently stroked her, her body heat flared up, her posture leaning forward, her翘 buttocks lifting slightly, savoring the solid sensation Lu Yun's firm member brought to her. "Uncle, I can't hold out much longer," Lu Yun whispered close to her ear. "You're such a handful, I just don't know what to do with you. With your teacher here today, you'd better hurry up—don't let anyone catch you, or you're in big trouble." Lu Yun’s hand had already slipped inside his shirt, and Hao Donglian’s forward-leaning body suddenly straightened, her breath growing heavier. Rural people’s attire was never as refined as that of city dwellers, especially in summer—simple, with a floral shirt and a floral skirt, which proved convenient for Lu Yun. Seeing that Hao Donglian no longer insisted, Lu Yun relaxed and took his time, enjoying himself as he moved over her body, waiting until she finished preparing the last dish. “Little Yun, I’ve been dying to see you these days—hurry up!” As soon as the dishes were done, Hao Donglian immediately pulled Lu Yun to a quiet corner of the kitchen, saying this while unbuttoning her skirt to just above her knees. “I’ve missed you too, Aunt,” Lu Yun replied, rushing forward and pressing Hao Donglian against the table, then swiftly entering her. Hao Donglian furrowed her brow slightly, but was quickly replaced by a sense of fullness she hadn’t felt in days. “Little Yun, you’re getting better and better. I haven’t wasted a single moment in caring for you.” … Rural Beauty 187, Chapter 187, Kitchen Intimacy Updated successfully!