That night, Zhao Fangchu still didn't get to eat the candied peaches he had been craving for. It was also his greed. He couldn't eat the peaches that were just prepared at noon, so he set his sights on the fresh ones that had just been picked from the tree.

I ate several in a row but still felt unsatisfied, so I picked some not-so-ripe ones from the tree and ate one before going to take a nap. Unexpectedly, I felt uncomfortable in my stomach when I woke up in the middle of the night. I went to the toilet several times but there was no improvement. I covered my stomach with my hands and broke into cold sweats from the pain.

Normally he never feels unwell no matter what he eats, but today is the first time I see him in so much pain.

Zhu Cuilan was not at home, and Yang Donghu was frightened alone. With the help of Yang Chunxiao, the two of them carried Zhao Fangchu to the village pharmacy.

The old man who was guarding the pharmacy had an extremely kind expression. After taking Yang Donghu's pulse and combining it with the symptoms he described, he immediately made a diagnosis.

"Peaches are warm in nature, so eating one or two on a hot day is fine. He's greedy and eating a lot, so that's fine. But he shouldn't have eaten the unripe ones on the tree. Unripe peaches are poisonous. While not fatal, they can easily cause diarrhea and flatulence. Take this medicine home and take one dose after each meal. You can stop taking it once the diarrhea subsides."

Zhao Fangchu was extremely weak, and Yang Donghu was holding him tightly, unable to free his hands. The doctor who was getting the medicine handed it to Yang Chunxiao.

"Thank you, doctor. We'll go back first." Yang Donghu saw the sweat on Zhao Fangchu's forehead from the pain. He stopped and turned around and asked, "Hey, doctor, is there any medicine that can relieve the pain?"

The old man smiled as he escorted them to the door. Hearing this, he said, "If he still has severe abdominal pain after returning home, drinking a bowl of ginger tea may provide some relief. He can have some soft rice porridge tonight, and he must not eat peaches until he recovers. If he can avoid these foods, he should be well again by tomorrow."

Zhao Fangchu's face, which was already pale from the pain, twisted even more, and he couldn't help but groan twice.

People who didn't know him might think he was groaning because he had a stomachache, but Yang Donghu had been with him for so long, how could he not see that he was heartbroken because he couldn't eat peaches? He really never forgot to eat them.

He thanked the doctor again and slowly helped the man back.

Without Zhu Cuilan saying anything, Yang Donghu immediately put the man in the house, searched out all the snacks he had hidden and did not allow him to eat them.

Brewing ginger tea is not a difficult process and it can be served in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Yang Chunxiao volunteered to decoct medicine as he is an expert. Since grandma is still taking medicine, it would be just right to add an extra medicine pot and stove and decoct it all together.

Zhao Fangchu refused to accept it. After a bowl of ginger soup, his stomachache subsided considerably. Feeling refreshed, he went back to the house and started to act like a spoiled brat: "No, Brother Dong, leave me some. I spent all my money on this, and I haven't even tasted it yet. I can still eat it when I'm better. Please don't take it away."

Yang Donghu showed no mercy, picking up the snacks without stopping: "I'll give it to you after you get better. You haven't eaten well all day, and now you're sick you feel uncomfortable. If you weren't so greedy, why would you have to suffer like this?"

The saying that illness comes from the mouth is true. Zhao Fangchu failed to cheat and kept pestering Yang Donghu with tears in her eyes. No wonder girls become soft-hearted after becoming mothers and agree to whatever their children say when they cry.

Zhao Fangchu, a grown man, lay on the bed with a bitter face, begging softly, calling him "good brother Dong" all the time. Yang Donghu almost couldn't bear it and gave in.

"That……"

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Cuilan outside the room called out in a frantic voice: "What did I say? You've been thinking about eating all day. You've made yourself sick from eating. I wonder if you'll keep thinking about eating all day in the future."

Her footsteps followed her words, and she had already entered the inner room as soon as she finished speaking. Seeing the scene in the room, she was even more furious. She twisted his ear and said, "You still want to eat, right?"

Zhao Fangchu screamed in pain: "Mom, it hurts, I was wrong, I don't want to eat anymore."

He cried miserably, and Yang Donghu couldn't bear to stop him: "Auntie, he didn't want to eat it, so I planned to put it away."

"Yes, yes, Mom, it hurts, let go."

Although Zhu Cuilan was not forgiving in her words, she still felt sorry for the child in her heart. She didn't use any strength with her hands. Zhao Fangchu's loud shouting was just because he was a spoiled child.

"What does the doctor say today?"

Zhao Fangchu sat up, rubbing his ears, not daring to say a word. Yang Donghu spoke gently, "The doctor said it's nothing serious. You'll feel much better after drinking ginger tea. Eat a light meal tonight. Two doses of medicine and you should be almost fine."

After hearing that it was nothing serious, Zhu Cuilan slapped Zhao Fangchu on the buttocks twice in anger and said, "See if you can control your mouth this time."

In the evening, Zhu Cuilan followed the doctor's instructions and boiled the glutinous rice until it was soft. She asked Zhao Fangchu to drink a bowl of it to nourish his stomach. The symptoms were almost gone the next day.

But he still didn't get to eat the candied peaches. Although the temperature of the well water was low, one night was the limit for boiling the peaches and they couldn't wait until the next night.

However, Zhu Cuilan had also eaten that sweet peach once and still remembered the taste. When Yang Donghu took out the peach from the well water, the bright red juice immediately brought back Zhu Cuilan's long-forgotten memories.

"Yes, yes, I was just saying I forgot something. It was the fruit used for dyeing. Lian Yi also used wild cherry at that time."

"Auntie, try it and see if it tastes the same."

Because rock sugar and wild cherry honey are added to the peaches, the slight sourness that comes from cooking the peaches has been completely covered, leaving only the sweetness.

Zhu Cuilan tasted a few flavors and found them to be very similar to her impression. She praised them repeatedly: "Yes, this is the taste. Oh, it's been a long time since I last had it. I miss it so much."

"That's fine." Yang Donghu lowered his head and scooped a spoonful into his mouth. It tasted like the taste of the south. It seemed as if the distance between him and his mother-in-law, whom he had never met, had shortened a lot because of a bowl of sweet peaches.

Zhu Cuilan knew who he was making this for, and she was pleased but didn't say it out loud: "It's delicious. It's as if Lian Yi taught you this skill herself."

Yang Donghu smiled and said, "There are more over there. Auntie, have one more later."

"Okay."

The old lady was supported and sat outside to taste peaches with the two of them. Yang Donghu, who was praised again and again by Zhu Cuilan, became a little too proud of himself and forgot that the person who was most familiar with Yang Donghu's original identity was sitting next to him.

The old lady was not in good health, and the food just taken out of the well was too cold to be consumed directly. It had to be warmed up first.

Yang Donghu used his hand to feel the temperature and only handed it to the old lady after it was cool enough to hold his hands.

The peaches in the bowl were exquisite. The old lady took a bite and praised them. Then she suddenly said, "When did you learn to make these?"

In fact, she has always had this doubt, and it has become even stronger since she came to the Zhao family.

If we were to ask who in the world knows Yang Donghu best, apart from the old lady, no one else, not even his own mother Wang Dujuan, could be ranked.