Meanwhile, in a small mountain village miles away from there, Yocmery.
“Achoo-” Kelvin, who had just finished washing up and was about to leave right after getting out of bed, unexpectedly sneezed.
Feeling like everyone in the room was staring at him, despite being accustomed to having a cold demeanor all the time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed at this moment.
As a result, his handsome face became even more indifferent, with a sharp and chiseled face like ice sculpture, showing no expression at all.
People in the rural households would dig a rectangular or square pit in the main hall, then put firewood inside to light a fire.
During winter, the family would gather around this pit to eat and chat, while in summer, they would boil water here.
To avoid wasting firewood, they often hang bacon on the beams above the pit, letting the smoke rise when in use, conveniently roasting the bacon.
The bacon in Yocmery is indeed a specialty, with the ham hanging for who knows how many years, covered with a thick layer of dust that looks almost like it’s gone moldy.
But upon cutting it open, the deep red muscle texture is as beautiful as snowflakes and appears rosy under the sun.
Stir-fried with shepherd’s purse, the fragrance is delightful.
Kelvin doesn’t have much interest in food, mainly because he is quite picky and doesn’t like things with strong flavors.
He still vividly remembers the taste of shepherd’s purse from last night, fearing that he may never forget it in his lifetime.
But he does quite like the taro dish.
People in Yocmery like to call potatoes “taro” and almost have it for every meal.
Just this morning, as Kelvin got up, the village chief’s youngest daughter, Kiara, had already started a fire in the pit and threw in a few taros.
When Kelvin came out, she was bending over, using tongs to take out the taros from the ashes in the pit.
Kiara is the youngest daughter of the village chief and also the village belle.
At just twenty-one years old, she is already a divorced single mother with two children.
Kiara dropped out of school at sixteen due to poor grades, got married to her high school classmate at seventeen, and initially, their relationship was good.
After having two children, the man began to change his mind and wanted to go out to explore, which Kiara naturally didn’t allow.
Their relationship became tense, and the man eventually filed for divorce.
Later on, they did divorce because the man contracted a dreadful infectious disease and passed away in bed after six months of separation.
Being left a widow, Kiara didn’t want to return to her in-laws and instead brought her two children back to her parents’ home.
She also has an older brother who works in the county town, a public servant who hardly ever comes home throughout the year.
It’s fine for Kiara to be with her children and parents.
Kelvin met this girl named Kiara for the first time last night. Like most people in the village, she has a slightly dark complexion and a slender figure.
Her features are delicate.
However, he doesn’t care about whether she is beautiful or not because the most beautiful woman in his mind is his wife, Cheyenne.
Except for her, everyone else is negligible.
“Good morning, Kelvin. It’s colder here in the morning and evening. Would you like to come over and warm yourself by the fire? Don’t catch a cold,” Kiara said.
Kiara is not a shy girl; otherwise, she wouldn’t have started dating at 16 and gotten married at 17.
Last night was the first time she saw Kelvin.
This man who came from the big city immediately caught her attention, tall, fair-skinned, handsome, and wealthy.
Even though her father said he was already 32 years old, Kiara thought he was much more promising than the young men in the village in their early twenties.
But the trouble was, he was married, and his wife was still around.
Kiara smirked disdainfully at the thought of the woman in tight dress next to Kelvin.
“Just good at dressing up, huh?
That woman is much older than her, and she’s only 21 this year, youth is the greatest asset!
And Kelvin doesn’t have any children yet, while she happens to have two kids, the eldest son is five years old this year, and the younger one is three… If Kelvin is willing to divorce and marry her.
He could get two sons for free, he wouldn’t need to buy separately, a two-for-one deal.
Compared to Kiara’s enthusiasm, Kelvin just politely greeted her, saying, “Thank you, but it’s not necessary, I’m not cold.”
Kiara wasn’t disappointed by the rejection, she quickly found a new topic, deftly pulling out the baked potatoes from the ashes.
She dusted off the dust on top, the charred potatoes were still a bit hot, she boldly presented them to Kelvin.
“There’s nothing much to eat in the morning, Kelvin, would you like to try a baked potato? Don’t be fooled by its ugly appearance, it’s actually delicious inside.”
Especially when dipped in chili sauce, she could eat five or six in one go.
But how could a man like Kelvin, who has been a clean freak since childhood, touch something taken out of the ashes, especially when Kiara’s fingernails were full of dirt.
He felt extremely uncomfortable, almost nauseous.
“No need, I’m not hungry. When my wife and brother-in-law wake up, we might be leaving today, thank you for your hospitality.”
“Leaving?”
How could that be allowed!
Kiara was slightly angry, she hadn’t even started her tricks yet, and this handsome and wealthy man was about to leave.
“Is it because my family is too poor, or you find my hospitality lacking so you don’t want to stay for another day?”
She said in a grievance, looking down at the embroidered shoes on her feet, her half-closed eyes hiding her calculations.
Kelvin’s words were just a way to let the village chief’s family know that they were not staying willingly, but just “forced to stay”.
“No, we’re here for business, and once that’s done, naturally we have to leave.”
Hearing this, Kiara made a light sneer.
Does that mean if things don’t work out, he won’t have to leave?
Both of them fell silent, Kelvin kept looking at the door, his straight spine and elegant figure constantly captivating the widowed Kiara.
She silently ate the food in her hand, glanced at the closed door.
Last night… it seemed like Kelvin slept with his brother-in-law.
For some reason, Kiara always felt that Kelvin and his wife didn’t seem like a couple, they rarely spoke to each other, and didn’t sleep together at night.
Maybe it’s because his wife can’t bear children, so their feelings are lukewarm.
That’s even better, the chance of Kelvin getting a divorce is still high.
As she plotted in her mind how to make Kelvin see her charm, Kiara’s youngest son ran over holding a pair of pants soaked in urine, running bare-bottomed.
The little guy, “Stone,” is only three years old, with a round and sturdy appearance and dark skin.
“Mama, I want to eat potatoes.”
As he ran over, his dick also swayed, his face still had two rosy blushes, bright and dark eyes shining.
Kelvin couldn’t help but smile when he saw Stone’s serious face.