84: The ultimate trick in the box seems to be useless

Li Qinghe gave the drunken Nguyen Thi Thuy a strange look. It turned out that her mother knew their alcohol tolerance like the back of her hand; Nguyen Thi Thuy’s limit was just two spoons of baijiu.

So, Nguyen Tan Minh’s limit was five spoons of baijiu?

“A Ling, let A Shui lie here for a bit. Tonight, you and A-He will sleep in A Shui’s room, and A Shui will sleep in my room.”

In a few words, Tran Thi Bao Anh had arranged the sleeping situation.

“Mom, have some food.”

Nguyen Tan Minh dutifully picked up a piece of chicken for his mother, and also for Nguyen Thi Linh and Li Qinghe.

“You must be good to your sister and brother-in-law in the future. They have helped you a lot. You also need to study hard…”

Indeed, there are no parents in the world who don’t nag, and Tran Thi Bao Anh was no exception.

“Aunt Bao Anh, don’t worry, A Ming will live up to expectations. Let him bring you a daughter-in-law home sooner rather than later.”

Li Qinghe, who disliked nagging, interjected, successfully making Tran Thi Bao Anh stop her lecturing.

“A-He, eat more.”

Tran Thi Bao Anh piled more food onto Li Qinghe’s plate, filling his bowl to the brim.

As for Nguyen Thi Linh, Tran Thi Bao Anh told her to drink more soup. It looked like a medicinal soup, and when Nguyen Tan Minh wanted to have a couple of sips, he was scolded, told that it was for women.

Recalling what A Shui had said earlier, Li Qinghe always felt this was some kind of secret weapon. Could it be that after drinking this, A Ling would be able to fight him to a standstill by herself?

Whether it works or not, we’ll see by the action; whether it’s strong or not, we’ll see tonight.

Li Qinghe was not in a hurry. He clinked bowls with Nguyen Tan Minh and drank a few more sips of wine.

Nguyen Tan Minh felt very proud of Li Qinghe clinking bowls and drinking with him, experiencing a sense of accomplishment at being treated like an adult.

Tran Thi Bao Anh watched the two men drinking with a smile, a wave of satisfaction welling up in her heart. This family had finally seen the light.

At home, Nguyen Thi Linh was still as gentle and obedient as ever. She sat next to Li Qinghe, wrapping meat in lettuce leaves with sauce for him, and deboning ribs for him, serving him with utmost care.

This also made Tran Thi Bao Anh very satisfied. She didn’t think it was inappropriate for Nguyen Thi Linh to serve her man like this; on the contrary, she thought it was only natural.

The family sat on the mat, eating and drinking. Nguyen Thi Linh told her mother and brother about her life in Hanoi, university, and her daily routine of filming videos with Li Qinghe.

Nguyen Tan Minh also shared his situation at school. Since Xiangyang County was located in a mountainous area, his high school was also in the county town. During weekdays, he and his sister would live in the school dormitory, only returning home on weekends.

Li Qinghe then talked about buying motorcycles for Nguyen Tan Minh and Nguyen Thi Thuy tomorrow.

Tran Thi Bao Anh hesitated for a moment, saying there was no need to buy two; one would suffice, and Nguyen Tan Minh could ride it to take his sister around.

Li Qinghe persuaded her, saying that both of them were grown up and would have their own social needs. Perhaps Nguyen Tan Minh would ride the motorcycle to take his girlfriend home.

Tran Thi Bao Anh was moved by the last sentence and no longer refused the idea of buying two motorcycles.

Li Qinghe’s words also lit a spark in Nguyen Tan Minh’s eyes.

As they continued to eat and drink, Li Qinghe and Nguyen Tan Minh both finished the wine in their bowls.

Nguyen Thi Linh also held her stomach, saying that her mother made her drink too much soup, and now her belly was full of it.

Tran Thi Bao Anh, as a mother, truly knew her children’s alcohol tolerance clearly.

Two spoons of wine knocked out Nguyen Thi Thuy, and five spoons of wine made Nguyen Tan Minh start to sway.

Since it was already evening, Tran Thi Bao Anh sent him to bed.

Li Qinghe, who had drunk several times more than him, had no problems.

He just felt warm all over and very comfortable.

After dinner, Tran Thi Bao Anh and Nguyen Thi Linh helped Nguyen Thi Thuy to the bed in another room.

The young girl’s face was flushed red, and she was completely unconscious. With such low alcohol tolerance, it seemed she would need to be very careful when out in the future.

This tin house had no water heater, so they had to boil water and mix it in a bucket for washing.

Nguyen Thi Linh had already prepared a large bucket of water for Li Qinghe in the shower room, which was a small room partitioned off with wooden boards next to the main room. The floor was covered with pebbles and sand to prevent mud from splashing up during a shower.

After showering, Li Qinghe returned to the room first.

This room was previously the boudoir shared by Nguyen Thi Linh and Nguyen Thi Thuy.

After Nguyen Thi Linh left home, Nguyen Thi Thuy used it alone.

Lying on this simple but fragrant bed, Li Qinghe slowly scrolled through his phone, looking at some of the comments after his previously published videos.

Many old-timers strongly urged Li Qinghe to leave Hanoi, this ‘starter village,’ and explore other cities in Vietnam.

There were also old-timers who couldn’t get enough of Nguyen Thi Linh and the others, strongly requesting a repeat.

Li Qinghe felt that, given the right environment, he could film videos of himself and Nguyen Thi Linh touring the countryside, focusing on a natural, ecological theme.

Li Qinghe was still brainstorming ideas for future video planning.

A body, cool and moist, quietly snuggled into his arms.

This was Nguyen Thi Linh, who had also finished her shower and come in.

As soon as she entered the room, she hugged Li Qinghe like an octopus.

“Brother, Mom said I need to work harder and not be so useless.”

While the two were washing dishes in the kitchen, Tran Thi Bao Anh once again inquired about certain aspects of Nguyen Thi Linh and Li Qinghe’s relationship.

She thought Nguyen Thi Linh’s combat power was too weak.

Nguyen Thi Linh told her mother, feeling wronged, that it wasn’t that her side wasn’t trying hard enough, but that the enemy was simply too strong.

Tran Thi Bao Anh thought of Li Qinghe effortlessly carrying a basket weighing tens of kilograms, and for a moment, she felt a bit numb. Her family’s secret techniques, passed down for hundreds of years, had never encountered such a strong man.

No matter. She still had a trump card, a secret move she had intended to teach Nguyen Thi Linh gradually, but now she couldn’t worry about that.

It was because Nguyen Thi Linh kept suffering crushing defeats; not to mention being evenly matched, she had very few opportunities to even put up a fight.

She told Nguyen Thi Linh that the soup specially stewed today was to replenish her vital energy and would have a certain effect on strengthening her combat power.

While Nguyen Thi Linh was showering, she even pressed her hand on Nguyen Thi Linh’s lower abdomen to teach her control.

After repeated explanations and sensations, she finally approved that Nguyen Thi Linh had learned it.

Thus, Nguyen Thi Linh, having completed her studies, began her scientific practice.

Theory without practical application is always a castle in the air.

And for Nguyen Thi Linh to master what she had learned, she had to humble herself and practice diligently.

There’s an ancient Chinese saying: “When the golden wind meets the jade dew, countless encounters in the human world are surpassed.”

Li Qinghe watched Nguyen Thi Linh busy herself comfortably… Hmm, she should be doing housework, he could guarantee that by touching Nguyen Thi Linh’s long legs.

Nguyen Thi Thuy, living alone, was quite unrestrained, leaving things scattered everywhere.

Nguyen Thi Linh would sometimes stand on tiptoe to dust high places, sometimes bend down to retrieve things from cabinets, and sometimes squat to take things out from under cabinets.

Perhaps it was the effect of that pot of soup, but her stamina for housework today was quite good, lasting 20 minutes longer than usual.

Although it was only a short 20 minutes, in Nguyen Thi Linh’s life, that was a significant step forward.

It was just that when Nguyen Thi Linh was cleaning on the bed, perhaps the bed had never endured such pressure before, and one of its crossbars broke.

This forced Li Qinghe and Nguyen Thi Linh to run out in the middle of the night to find a wooden stick, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to sleep that night.

After finally finding a suitable stick, Li Qinghe simply trimmed it with a machete to get through tonight; tomorrow’s shopping would have to include an extra bed.

When Nguyen Thi Linh and the others returned to the room, Tran Thi Bao Anh, who had come out upon hearing the commotion, looked at the broken bed frame at the doorway with complex eyes.

It turned out Nguyen Thi Linh had been a bit conservative in her description; the actual situation was even more serious than she had said, and the trump card seemed to have little effect.

This directly led to Tran Thi Bao Anh experiencing slight insomnia that night.