I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 183 Soap Spirit

The rope on the bucket slipped down with a "whoosh". Wei Lan became anxious and stood up in a hurry. Fortunately, she was fast and stepped on the end of the rope in time. Otherwise, the bucket and the rope fell together, making it difficult to fish it out later.

"Can you do it?" Wei Lan squeezed Ding Maomao away impatiently, then bent down and gritted his teeth to lift half a bucket of water.

Ding Maomao stood behind Wei Lan and glanced at the narrow well mouth in front.

This well was dug before the reform and opening up. The well mouth is very small and cannot accommodate anything except a bucket.

If a person falls upside down, there is no chance of survival.

Ding Maomao trembled and stretched out his hands hesitantly. At this moment, Wei Lan suddenly straightened up and lifted half a bucket of water from the well with a "dong" sound and placed it on the ground.

Ding Maomao suddenly retracted his hand and said aggrievedly: "Wei, Wei Lan, don't be angry. It's my first time to draw water from such a well... But I still want to thank you."

"You saw how I fetched water just now. Just do it yourself in a while." Wei Lan stopped and lay back on the rocking chair. "But I advise you to be careful. This is the Gu family's well. If you The well is blocked, and I won’t care if they ask you to pay compensation later.”

Wei Lan rubbed her palms incomprehensibly, and her palms were red and burning. Normally, Gu Chao was reluctant to let her do this. He would always draw water for her to use, but now he asked her to draw water for someone he hated.

The rocking chair rocked gently, and Wei Lan curled up on it, putting one hand on his forehead to block the sunlight that fell through the gaps in the leaves. She half-closed her eyes and observed Ding Maomao calmly.

The sixth sense told Wei Lan that Ding Maomao's visit was not as simple as washing clothes.

 She was waiting for Ding Maomao to take the initiative to speak.

Sure enough, in just three to five minutes, Ding Maomao followed Wei Lan's example and fetched two buckets of water, poured them into the basin, and washed his clothes with soap bought from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Ding Maomao lowered his head and rubbed his clothes, his eyes moving up slowly and calmly.

From the water-stained ground to the raised wellhead, to the crescent-shaped legs of the rocking chair that swayed back and forth, and then up, there was a pair of calfs hanging there, gently swaying as white as dough.

Ding Maomao bit his lip and looked down at the exposed insteps of his straw sandals.

Her straw sandals were exchanged with Li Sangsang with a piece of soap. Although Li Sangsang gave her two new pairs of straw sandals, they were actually rough in workmanship and were the most ordinary kind of sandals, with a straw dug out of the sole. A hole, a straw rope is passed through the hole and nailed to both sides, and then tied to the feet to form a pair of straw sandals.

Completely unlike what Wei Lan usually wears, the thin straw ropes are densely woven together to protect every inch of skin on the instep.

Even though they are straw sandals, they can be seen to be very comfortable.

Because the skin on his feet is exposed, Ding Maomao's feet have long been tanned by the sun. Now only the white streaks and circles tied with ropes are left, not to mention how embarrassing it is.

Ding Maomao rubbed his clothes twice and quietly lowered his trouser legs.

She smeared some more soap on her clothes, raised her head, pursed her lips and smiled: "Wei Lan, your soap is very useful. You have so many pieces, can you sell me one?"

Wei Lan felt that she needed to question whether Ding Maomao was a soap master, otherwise why would he keep making soap every time they met?

Wei Lan glanced at Ding Maomao out of the corner of her eye, and was simply stunned by how shameless this man was.

 Have you got the nerve to mention soap?

 (End of this chapter)