Seeing Xu Fuchun's agreement, he accepted the dish with confidence and said to Qing Zhidao: "Okay, then I won't be polite to you."

Before the couple left, Xu Fuqiang ran to the kitchen to get a bag filled with a few eggs and asked someone to take them back to eat.

"These are the eggs laid by the chickens we raise at home. We have hundreds of chickens at home, and we can't eat all the eggs."

The son-in-law took it frankly and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm in for a treat today."

Xu Fuqiang drove the person back home.

The couple returned to the house. Xu Fuchun pulled the light cord on the wall. With a click, the light bulb in the room lit up yellow.

"Aliang, there is some tofu left over from lunch. Let's heat it up and eat it in the evening."

Zhou Liang walked to the square table, opened the vegetable cover, looked at the little bit of watery tofu left inside, glanced at the vegetables and eggs in his hands, and put the vegetable cover back on.

The stainless steel dish cover collided with the square table with a loud bang.

It's like he's venting some anger.

Xu Fuchun looked over and asked, "What's wrong? Can't we eat tofu?"

She thought that although it was hot that day, the food would probably be inedible if left overnight, but the food from lunch could be left out for an afternoon and still be eaten in the evening.

Zhou Liang looked at his wife, frowning, but his tone expressed his great ambition, "What's the point of eating the leftovers! You enjoyed the vegetables Fuqiang sent you before, so let's use these to stir-fry some fresh dishes tonight!"

Xu Fuchun was amused by her husband's expression and teased him, "Okay, now you're complaining about leftovers. I'll see if you'll eat them tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

As she spoke, she slowly walked to the old wooden chair next to her and sat down.

When she looked up again, she saw her man staring at her motionlessly. She had a happy smile on her face, but seeing his dazed look, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Ah Liang."

Zhou Liang turned his back and said, "It's okay, I'm going to the kitchen to cook."

He walked hurriedly towards the kitchen in the yard behind the house.

He skillfully began to scoop rice, wash rice, and cook rice. He took out a handful of Chinese cabbage and two tomatoes to make scrambled eggs.

For two people, you don't need too many dishes. A plate of Chinese cabbage, two tomatoes and two eggs, and a plate of scrambled eggs and tomatoes are enough.

Xu Fuchun could not fail to notice something strange about her husband. She stood up and went to the backyard. Standing at the back door, she shouted towards the kitchen in the yard, "Aliang, what's wrong with you? Are you tired from making compost today? Fuqiang doesn't want you to work for free. We can't take his money. After all, we are a family. It's okay to help out occasionally. When we were harvesting rice before, Fuqiang and Yanmei came to help us harvest the rice without asking for a penny."

She thought Aliang must be tired and not making any money, so he must be unhappy.

Zhou Liang, who had his back to me, kept cutting vegetables. He used the kitchen knife to cut the tomato into eight pieces and spoke his mind with a trembling voice: "How could I care about that little money? I saw that Fuqiang's life was better, and your two brothers' lives were also better. Only I have not achieved anything in all these years. I am angry that I didn't let you enjoy the happiness when I was young. Now that you have this disease, I don't even have the money to treat you. I can't even let you have good meals on weekdays. I feel sad."

The trembling sound turned into crying.

While crying, the man cracked two eggs into a bowl, added a little salt, and picked up chopsticks to beat the eggs.

"How can it be the same! Times are different now, I am useless." Zhou Liang retorted loudly, he was angry, angry that he was really useless! He put the iron pan for cooking on the gas stove and added a little rapeseed oil. Looking at the small spoonful of oil in the pot, he added two spoonfuls of oil. This dish cannot be too oily or it will spoil the taste. But if there is less oil, it will be like boiled vegetables, which is really tasteless.

Tonight, eat to your heart's content.

Xu Fuchun looked at the man's back, then looked at his own shaking hands, and his mouth felt as bitter as if it was filled with iron.

She started to talk: "If I hadn't gotten this disease, I could still grow some crops at home and earn some money, and you could also go out to work and earn money, and you wouldn't have to stay at home with me."

"Pingzi and Zhouzhou have grown up now and can work and earn money. You just need to pay more attention to Pingzi when he finds someone else."

"I won't take that medicine anymore. It won't work anyway."

Over the years, Xu Fuchun has received treatment and went to the hospital. At first, the doctors prescribed some tests and medicines, but they didn't have much effect.

Later, her children asked someone to tell her that there were suitable medicines abroad. The medicines were not cheap and would be sent to her every month.

It worked at first, but then it stopped working after a while.

The doctor said that the patient should go to a big city as soon as possible. There are experts in the hospital in Kyoto, and there may be a chance of recovery.

But the travel expenses, examinations, and medicine costs... none of them are free.

There are endless medicines to take, endless examinations to do, and uncurable diseases.

If I need surgery, it will be a huge expense.

Xu Fuchun murmured, "Aliang, go out and find a new job tomorrow. Go to Kyoto. You still have your son and daughter to take care of you, and the money you earn can also help them a little."

Zhou Liang continued cooking, "I'm going out to work, who will take care of you? I can't leave."

Xu Fuchun sighed and said half of the sentence: "Last time, there is still some pesticide left from the one you bought."

Zhou Liang's hand holding the spatula shook, and he turned off the stove with a click. He turned around and cursed, "You stupid woman, what are you thinking about? Even if you want to die, you have to wait for the King of Hell to come and take you away before you die."

The things that villagers fear most are suicide and sudden death.

And Zhou Liang...he doesn't want his wife to die.

No matter how hard and difficult life is, he will grit his teeth as long as he can survive.

He turned his back and continued cooking, saying, "Someone in the village has started collecting medicinal herbs recently. I'm going to the mountain to pick some yellow gardenias. I won't go anywhere. I'll stay at home to take care of you."

Xu Fuchun felt a lump in his throat and the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back and burst out.