Chapter 110 Lost Recipes

But that feeling of being watched just now was so real.

She looked back twice more.

Once it was at the post office on the corner, and another time it was by a public water tap.

But every time I looked back, I still found nothing.

Back home, Qiao Wanyin immediately got to work.

She took the items out of the basket one by one.

He first stuffed the newly purchased thermos ticket into his pocket, then hurried out to the supply and marketing cooperative to queue up and buy a thermos with the bright red "Double Happiness" logo printed on it.

On her way back, she stopped by a fabric store and used her long-saved fabric coupons to buy a thick piece of corduroy.

What made her happiest were the few packs of sanitary napkins she had secretly hidden at the bottom of the basket.

At that time, such things were rare on the market.

Most women have to make their own "menstrual belts" using coarse cloth or old cotton wadding when they have their periods. These belts are thick and heavy, and they leak easily, which is extremely inconvenient.

These sanitary napkins, obtained through special channels, are thin and absorbent.

It even comes in individual packaging, making it a rare luxury item.

She held those few packets of paper, feeling both gratified and bittersweet.

A woman's life shouldn't be so hard to endure.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room through the window.

Fu Lian pushed open the door, a few unmelted snowflakes still clinging to his shoulder.

He froze as soon as he stepped across the threshold.

On the dining table, several dishes that are rarely seen are laid out steaming hot.

The stir-fried green peppers with shredded pork are bright in color, and the braised pork ribs are glossy with oil.

Even the most ordinary tomato and egg soup is cooked to a golden, rich color and has a wonderful aroma.

Next to the old wooden cabinet in the corner, there was a brand new thermos.

On the windowsill, a pot of lush green garlic sprouts had appeared out of nowhere.

"this……"

Fu Li'an stood at the door, his hat still on, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He turned to look at Qiao Wanyin, who was standing by the stove, his voice trembling slightly.

"You did all of this? Where did you get the money? Where did you get the tickets?"

Qiao Wanyin smiled, her eyes crinkling.

She didn't say anything, but walked over quietly, reached out to help him take off his factory coat, which was covered in snowflakes, and then took the bag from his shoulder.

"Go wash your hands, the food is getting cold."

Fu Lian did not move, but instead grabbed her wrist.

He frowned slightly, gazing intently at her.

"Qingqing, these things...did they cost a lot of money? Is my allowance enough? Don't make yourself suffer just to save money for me."

Qiao Wanyin had already rehearsed how to respond a thousand times in her mind.

She gently withdrew her hand and looked directly at him.

Don't worry, it's enough. I've kept track of every penny. If it's really not enough, I'll tell you immediately; I'll never hide anything from you and waste money.

Fu Lian stared at her for a few seconds, then finally relaxed his brow and nodded gently.

Fu Li'an was skeptical, his brows furrowing slightly.

But when the steaming hot, fragrant food was served...

The rich aroma of meat wafted up instantly.

He stared at the steaming braised pork, his throat bobbing involuntarily.

He then smiled, sat down, and picked up his chopsticks.

He picked up a piece of meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat and placed it steadily into the bowl in front of Qiao Wanyin.

"Eat more, you've lost a lot of weight recently, your face is so thinner."

As he spoke, he subconsciously raised his hand and gently touched her cheek with the back of his fingers.

After the meal, Qiao Wanyin cleaned up the dishes, wiped her hands, and mysteriously brought over a basin of steaming water, gently placing it at Fu Lian'an's feet.

She smiled, her eyes shining.

"Let's soak our feet, it'll help us relax."

Fu Li'an looked down at the basin of water.

Just as I was about to take off my shoes, my nose twitched as soon as I put my feet in the water and my toes touched the surface.

He frowned, leaned closer, and sniffed: "This water... has something added to it? Why does it have a faint medicinal smell?"

"Um."

Qiao Wanyin nodded softly.

"These herbs were obtained through connections; they're specifically for treating rheumatism and old injuries. Soaking them in water for a long time is beneficial."

As she spoke, she squatted down, rolled up her sleeves, and gently lifted his right foot with both hands.

She pressed her fingertips against his ankle and gently kneaded it.

The old wound on his foot was from a rock shard he was cut by while on a mission several years ago.

Although the wound has healed, it leaves behind hidden dangers.

When it's cloudy or rainy, the dampness seeps into the body, and that area feels sore and painful.

Now, with her massaging my feet like this, the warm medicine enveloped my soles, and the soreness and swelling slowly subsided.

"I heard this remedy is especially effective for old injuries."

Qiao Wanyin explained softly while rubbing the area.

But she knew in her heart that what was truly effective was not the herbs.

Instead, it was a small spoonful of spiritual spring water that she secretly poured into the water.

The water comes from her space, brimming with vitality, nourishing the meridians and relieving old ailments.

Fu Lian felt completely relaxed after soaking in the water, and even the fine lines on his forehead smoothed out.

"This feels so good..."

But at that moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Qiao Wanyin's wrist.

"Qingqing, I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

Qiao Wanyin paused for a moment, then lowered her head, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

She took his fingers in her hand and gently squeezed them.

“We’re a married couple, why are you talking about being tired? I only feel at ease when you’re healthy, otherwise how can I close my eyes at night?”

It's late at night.

When Fu Li'an's breathing became even and long.

After confirming that he was fast asleep, Qiao Wanyin quietly got out of bed.

She put on her coat, quietly opened the hidden compartment behind the wardrobe, and stepped into her secret space.

This time, as soon as she got to her feet, she glanced around and noticed an old wooden shelf next to the exchange counter.

The shelf was crooked and the paint was peeling.

But there were several yellowed old books neatly arranged on it.

The edges of the pages are curled, and the paper is thin and brittle, clearly indicating that the book is quite old.

Curious, she walked over and carefully pulled out a book to open.

The paper was covered with neat small regular script written in brush, densely packed with the proportions of medicinal herbs and the control of cooking time. It turned out to be a long-lost medicinal diet recipe!

The other book contains a diagram of the human body's meridians, with the names of acupoints and key points of acupuncture techniques marked. It is clearly an ancient acupuncture technique that has been lost for a long time!

"Very good!"

Qiao Wanyin's eyes suddenly lit up.

She turned the pages, her voice trembling with excitement, "If these...if they could be used, Fu Lian's old injury would heal much faster, and so would the others..."

She suddenly realized that every factory worker in this compound had come from the training grounds.

Who doesn't have a few old wounds on their body?

Muscle strain and joint pain are almost the norm.

These prescriptions are exactly what's needed and are exactly what's required!

In the days that followed, Qiao Wanyin was extremely busy.

During the day, she helps take care of the children and cook in the factory compound.

At night, he would quietly enter the space and prepare medicine and soup according to the prescriptions in the ancient book.

She used the sacred spring water to irrigate the medicinal herbs, allowing them to mature quickly.

That night, she specially picked a newly grown Ganoderma lucidum from the space.

It is in excellent condition, with a smooth and lustrous finish and a faint fragrance.

She brought the Ganoderma lucidum to the exchange counter and exchanged it for several kilograms of brown sugar.

Those are extremely scarce resources now, and ordinary people simply can't get their hands on them.

The next morning.