Chapter 10: Sexual life with raw mulberries
Sangfu didn't hesitate much when she placed her hand on his palm.
To her, it was like an impromptu performance.
Although she is not very good at acting, she will do her best to cooperate with Zhuang Mowen to achieve the best presentation effect.
Feeling a soft touch in the palm of his hand, Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes and slightly tightened his fingers.
Perhaps because she was small, Sangfu's hands were also small and her skin was delicate. He held them gentlemanly, as if holding a small, fluffy cloud.
They walked into the room side by side. The sound of the door opening startled the people in the room. Seeing Sang Fu, Lin Guanghua was stunned for a moment, then immediately dropped the rehabilitation equipment, slumped in the wheelchair, and waved his hands and said, "My granddaughter-in-law is here. No more training, no more training. Let's talk about it this afternoon!"
No matter how others try to persuade him, he is still in good spirits.
Zhuang Mowen, who was completely ignored by Lin Guanghua, turned his head and said to her softly, "It's none of your business. He just doesn't want to practice and is making excuses."
Sanfu nodded.
He looked at Lin Guanghua again and said, "Grandpa, it's okay if you don't want to practice. We'll leave first. We'll come back when you finish your task."
Lin Guanghua immediately became unhappy. While cursing Zhuang Mowen and threatening him, he reluctantly completed the final training.
"Professor Zhuang, you're finally here," the nurse began to complain after the rehabilitation therapist left. "This old man hasn't been eating or sleeping well lately. Please talk to him."
Lin Guanghua was upset when his shortcomings were exposed: "Xiao Zhao, if you keep talking nonsense, I will fire you tomorrow."
Usually, Lin Guanghua's daily life is taken care of by the nurse Xiao Zhao. Rong Qingqiu is old after all, and it is impossible for her to watch over him day and night, but she will come to the hospital every now and then to bring Lin Guanghua some homemade dishes.
Lin Guanghua loves what she cooks.
Rong Qingqiu insulted him: "Why are you firing him? He was hired by Mo Wen, it's not your turn to fire him."
"..." Lin Guanghua: "I can't convince you all. My granddaughter-in-law is the best. She brings me local specialties and comes to see me."
Sang Fu pursed her lips and finally managed to get a word in between the impenetrable wall of words: "Grandpa, Grandma, hello. I'm Sang Fu."
Her voice is soft and delicate, which normally sounds a bit sweet. Perhaps it has something to do with her clean and crisp tone. Without stretching out the ending tone, the sweetness is particularly refreshing, like mountain spring water.
Rong Qingqiu was able to walk more easily, so he came over and took Sang Fu's hand, smiling: "Hey, old man, look at this child, she's so pretty and charming, she doesn't look like her grandfather at all."
This was also her first time meeting Sang Fu. On the day the two families met, Rong Qingqiu was in the hospital. Fearing that she would be tired from traveling back and forth, Zhuang's parents deliberately did not let her go, and only gave Rong Qingqiu a few photos of Sang Fu later.
Sangfu: "Yes, I am more like my grandma..."
Lin Guanghua called her: "Come on, Xiaofu, come sit over here and let's talk."
When the whole family gathered together, Xiao Zhao went out first.
Zhuang Mowen still held her hand and sat over with her.
"How is your grandfather? Is he in good health?"
"Everything is fine, just a little high blood pressure." Sanfu replied, "He also said he would come to see you in a few days."
"I really didn't expect this when we arranged the blind date," Lin Guanghua said with emotion. "It's truly destined that you two would be together."
Sang Fu smiled. She was an introverted person and her smile was not ostentatious. It only slightly curved the corners of her eyes, but it looked very beautiful.
"My grandfather said the same thing."
"When I first parted ways with your grandfather after leaving the army, you weren't even here yet. So many years have passed..." Lin Guanghua lamented the unforgiving nature of time and suddenly looked at Sang Fu. "Xiao Fu, is this guy treating you well?"
Sang Fu glanced at Zhuang Mowen. This question didn't seem to require any concealment. Even if someone else asked it, her answer would be undeniable: "He's very good to me."
It was so good that she would sometimes think that if her marriage with Zhuang Mowen was real, this would be the best he could give her.
Later, Rong Qingqiu took Sang Fu for a short walk downstairs. It was the golden autumn of October, and dead leaves had fallen on both sides of Hospital Avenue. The rain that had come in the morning had unnoticedly stopped, leaving the ground slightly damp.
Rong Qingqiu was a very kind old lady. She chatted with her about family matters. What surprised her was that most of the topics were centered on her and rarely related to her marriage with Zhuang Mowen.
"Tell me what dishes you like to eat, and I'll cook them for you next time you come." The old lady was very proud. "Mo Wen's cooking skills are good, and he inherited some of them from me."
This was the first time Rong Qingqiu mentioned Zhuang Mowen after chatting for so long. Sang Fu was stunned for a moment: "He can cook?"
"Yeah, you don't know?" After all, they hadn't been married for long, so Rong Qingqiu didn't say much. Instead, he smiled and encouraged Sang Fu: "Let him show off his skills when we get back."
Of course Sang Fu would not do that, but she did not refuse openly. She just explained that there was a cook at home, and Zhuang Mowen specially invited her.
After strolling around the hospital building, the topic turned to the Chinese medicine clinic run by Rong Qingqiu and Lin Guanghua. The old lady said that it was not closed yet and she would still go there to sit when she was free.
At this point, Rong Qingqiu remembered something: "Girl, can I take your pulse?"
"Ah?" Before Sang Fu could react, the old lady lifted her wrist and put her fingers on it.
Silence for a few seconds.
Rong Qingqiu frowned, as if she found it strange. After a moment, she slowly let go of Sang Fu's hand and smiled nonchalantly:
"You have lost your appetite?"
Sanfu blinked in fear: "Yes, I eat very little."
So accurate.
She suddenly came to her senses and realized that Chinese medicine is scientific, so of course it is accurate.
"My spleen and stomach are a little weak, no wonder I'm so thin," Rong Qingqiu muttered, and quickly made up his mind, "How about this, when I get home today, I'll pack you some medicine and ask Mo Wen to take it and boil it at home. You'll be fine after taking it a few times."
Sang Fu: "...Thank you, grandma." She actually doesn't like taking medicine.
It was already noon when they came out of the rehabilitation hospital. When the two of them went downstairs, Zhuang Mowen asked her how she was feeling. Only then did Sang Fu raise her head from the bad news of having to take several doses of Chinese medicine and say, "I thought your grandfather had a rather dignified personality, but he's actually so lovable."
Zhuang Mowen was amused by her word "cute".
"If he knew this is how he appears to you, he'd probably like you even more."
Sang Fu smiled sheepishly: "After all, you said it was because of grandpa at the beginning... I thought you were forced to do it."
But then he immediately rejected her, and Sangfu vaguely felt that he didn't seem like the kind of person who would give in under pressure.
"A little bit," Zhuang Mowen opened the car door and let Sang Fu get in. He then walked around the car and sat on the other side. He said half-jokingly, "In the minds of the elderly, not getting married and having children is a regret, so he thinks urging me to get married is helping me not to have any regrets."
Zhuang Mowen is already 28 years old, and the pressure to get married has not started in the past year or two.
When he first started urging Zhuang Mowen to get married, Lin Guanghua tried every possible means, from persuading him with kind words to using cruel tactics, but Zhuang Mowen remained unmoved.
It was not until Lin Guanghua came out of the ICU that he finally relented and agreed to meet the girl that Lin Guanghua mentioned.
Later, when they met and got married, he felt that it was actually not that bad, not as bad as he had imagined.
There was not much change in his life. Sangfu was a girl who made him feel distant but comfortable. She understood his situation and could solve his problems.
That's good.
Sang Fu said seriously, "After hard work, there are now two fewer people in the world who have no regrets."
As soon as he finished speaking, a phone rang in the quiet carriage. It was different from the one Sang Fu had set. It was the original ringtone, Zhuang Mowen's cell phone.
He picked up the phone, looked stunned for a moment, and suddenly glanced at Sangfu.
But in just a moment, he looked away.
"Okay, I'll come pick it up tomorrow after get off work."
He hummed a few more times and then hung up the phone.
He didn't deliberately avoid it. Sangfu could faintly hear some familiar voices and subconsciously asked, "Is it grandma? Did she ask you to get the medicine?"
"right."
Sang Fu said "Oh". She actually wanted to ask if it could be turned off, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was the kindness of the elders, so she held back.
The car drove into the main road. The autumn atmosphere in the city along the way had become a little stronger than when Sangfu came back from her last trip.
It would take more than ten minutes to get back to Jinyuan. Sang Fu logged into Weibo. Half a month had passed since her last post, and book fans had begun to beg for feeds in private messages and comment sections.
I haven't written anything new in the past two weeks. Sanfu used to occasionally write bedtime fairy tales as holiday gifts for them, but she forgot to prepare any during the National Day holiday.
She was a little embarrassed and took a photo out the car window, and edited it on Weibo with the text: "Please forgive me T_T I will make up for it next time."
The system showed that the message was sent successfully. Sang Fu was about to refresh the comment section, but at this moment, Zhuang Mowen's voice suddenly came to her ears: "Just now... my grandma took your pulse?"
She paused, and saw that his expression was a little strange, just like the expression on Rong Qingqiu's face when he took her pulse.
Sang Fu was a little confused: "What's wrong? Can't I let her take my pulse?"
“…” Zhuang Mowen didn’t know what to say.
He looked at the stopped car in front and slowly stepped on the brakes, "Not really."
Zhuang Mowen changed the topic and asked politely, "Besides spleen and stomach deficiency, did she say anything else?"
Sanfu thought for a moment and said, "No."
She could sense that Zhuang Mowen wanted to say something, but for some reason he didn't say it directly. She was nervous: "Is there a problem?"
"Not really." The car in front started and crossed the zebra crossing. Zhuang Mowen continued to drive towards Jinyuan. He drove steadily and his tone was also calm. "You know, my grandparents have been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for decades, so sometimes they can see... things that ordinary people may not be able to detect."
Sanfu was inexplicably silent for a second: "For example?"
Zhuang Mowen paused for a moment.
"Sex life."
Sanfu: "..."
The author has something to say:
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Grandpa and grandma: Actually, you can tell without taking the pulse (this only represents the untrue version of the plot)
Random red envelope drops~
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