The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life (Translated With Mtl)

Chapter 114

Since the approach of the New Year, Qin Muwen's belly had grown so large that even bending over became a challenge. Li Jin took the initiative to help him wash his feet.

Though Xiaocha was a maid, Li Jin's family never had him serve in such a personal capacity, except for assisting with household chores.

Li Jin, originally averse to being waited on, made an exception when it came to being attended to by his little husband. There was a unique charm to having Xiao Fulang assist him in undressing.

Initially, when Li Jin squatted down to soak his husband's feet, Qin Muwen quickly lifted both feet from the basin, his small eyes wet, filled with a hint of panic.

Li Jin pressed his foot back down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ah Jin... dirty..."

Li Jin, upon hearing this, surveyed the fair and delicate feet in the basin and the moistened nails glistening in the water. He couldn't perceive any dirt.

Yet, Qin Muwen continued to struggle slightly. Li Jin pressed down again and reassured, "It's not dirty, be good. Soaking your feet and a massage help with the meridians, doing it early can alleviate leg swelling later on."

Qin Muwen seemed to recall the time before giving birth to Little Bun, realizing his legs used to swell in the mornings. Li Jin's massage proved effective, and the subsequent leg swelling was indeed milder than during the previous pregnancy.

During the bath, Qin Muwen consciously sought Li Jin's assistance, aware of the need for caution due to the high tub. Li Jin willingly obliged, as he was concerned about his little husband bathing alone with a protruding belly.

When it was time to get out of the tub, Li Jin didn't wait for him to ask. He removed his shirt and stood at the edge of the tub, Qin Muwen embraced him, and Li Jin, under the water, quickly lifted him out.

Afterward, they dried off and snuggled into bed. The chill of winter was outside, but the warmth inside, fueled by the burning stove, made the thin clothes comfortable.

Observing his husband's handsome features, Qin Muwen couldn't help but smile at the dimples on Li Jin's lips, finding himself falling into a joyful slumber.

As the new year approached, Li Jin had to go to the academy, and the one keeping Qin Muwen company would be Little Bun.
He watched as Dad's belly grew day by day, and every few days, he would inquire, "Dad, when is he coming out?"

"Dad doesn't know the exact time, probably around March this year," came the reply.

So the little bun, using his tiny fingers, counted and furrowed his brow, "So, is it another three months or two months?"

Qin Muwen didn't expect the little bun's thoughts to reach this level. After a moment of surprise, he said, "Two months."

The little bun felt completely confused; counting was not his forte.

Qin Muwen looked at his little face and patiently explained, but it seemed the little bun still couldn't quite grasp it. He could distinguish 'before' and 'after,' yet 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' often caused confusion.

However, there was no rush; after a few more explanations, he would understand.

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In the academy, despite Wan Yun's departure, Li Jin continued his duties in the arithmetic department.

The mathematical texts he's currently studying weren't covered in his past life, and their intricate language slows down Li Jin's reading.

Pan Youfeng, once adept at cleverness, now engages in more conversations with Li Jin.