Well, the woman just went out to collect some herbs.
But when I passed by here, I accidentally saw two people kissing passionately.
Ximen Longting heard the noise and shot over with a pair of cold eyes: "Get out."
"I...I just passed by accidentally...you continue..."
"Wait a minute." Ximen Long Ting raised his voice.
The woman's back stiffened, and the murderous aura could be felt from several meters away. She wouldn't be beaten and silenced like her husband, would she?
"What's for dinner tonight?"
Woman: "..."
"Cook more dishes that pregnant women can eat."
"Miss, you're pregnant? Congratulations." The woman nodded understandingly, "I can kill native chickens and stew yams, which is very nourishing. I can also stew pigeon soup, which is very nutritious."
Only then was Ximen Longting satisfied.
Jing Jiaren asked: "How about cooking more dishes that can be eaten by gastric cancer patients?
"Stomach cancer?" The woman was startled, then turned around and asked, "Do you have stomach cancer?"
Ximen Longting's face instantly turned gloomy and terrifying: "Are you looking for death?"
"No, it's my boyfriend..."
The woman was about to speak but hesitated, as if she had something to say. She looked at Ximen Longting, who had a fierce look on his face, and stopped.
"Get out of here." Ximen Longting didn't like being looked at like this.
The woman turned and walked away.
Jing Jiaren took Ximen Longting's hand and said, "Are you too rude and unfriendly to the people?"
"I'm not a farmer, so I need to be friendly to everyone?" Ximen Longting looked arrogant and self-centered.
The woman who had not walked far trembled in her steps. The city people were so rude, the farmers...
"Are you tired?" Ximen Longting held her shoulders, "Pregnant women can't stand for too long."
"Then let's sit on the lawn?"
"The ground is wet, and you can't let the cold wind blow for too long."
"I want to stay with you for a little longer."
Ximen Longting stared at her: "Where are you not staying?!"
The two of them took a walk and walked back slowly. As the sky cleared up, they saw a woman putting out several dustpans in the yard with some dried herbs on them. There were many types of herbs. Jing Jiaren didn't know much about herbs, but she could smell them.
Medicinal smell.
Apparently the woman was simmering traditional Chinese medicine to heal her husband's injuries. There were medicine jars on the stove, and the smell of the traditional Chinese medicine spread far and wide.
Jing Jiaren took a whiff and said, "It smells so strong of Chinese medicine."
Ximen Longting frowned, the smell was very intoxicating.
When Jing Jiaren had a miscarriage, she was given a blunt Chinese medicine soup to drink. She found the taste too strong and couldn't bear to drink it. She said she hated Chinese medicine.
Thinking of the aborted first child, his face suddenly became frozen.
Jing Jiaren asked doubtfully: "She can stew Chinese medicine by herself, which proves that she can treat doctors?"
"..."
"No wonder after he saw the uncle's injury, he was very sure that it was not serious. Where was the injury, and he comforted us that it was okay." Jing Jiaren recalled, "Then she went to cook for us. Under normal circumstances, which woman would
You should be frightened when your husband is beaten like this, right? But she is so calm."
"..."
"So she should know Chinese medicine. You see so many medicinal materials."
"Go in." Ximen Longting was not interested in other people's affairs at all, "Your hands are cold."
Jing Jiaren was pushed into the house, and Ximen Longting immediately brought a blanket to cover her.
The stove was burning, she was carried on Ximen Longting's lap, and the two of them sat around the stove.
Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes, feeling a little sleepy and afraid that Ximen Longting would leave at any time.