Granny Xia pouted, flicked her hand, and snorted coldly, "What, you've taken a fancy to that little girl and want to take her on as your last disciple?"
She sneered, "You've really forgotten the pain once the wound has healed. It's all because of your students and disciples that you've become like this!"
Old Tang sighed, "That's different. Xiaoyuan is different from them. She's a kind-hearted girl."
He paused for a moment: "At my age, I need to pass on some knowledge. Besides, she knows some basic hygiene knowledge that Xiao Rong, the village doctor, might not even know."
Salmonella—he hadn't heard that medical term in years.
Grandma Xia said irritably, "Your family tradition is traditional Chinese medicine, why are you bringing up Western medicine?"
Old Tang pushed up his glasses helplessly: "You forgot that in England, besides majoring in political economy, I also studied medicine. Although my family has a tradition of traditional Chinese medicine, we also want to connect with modern medicine and learn from the West to make up for our shortcomings."
If they hadn't returned to China and failed to take the school graduation exam, he would have been able to obtain a Western medicine license.
"..." Grandma Xia thought about it and realized it was true. Her husband had taken quite a few major courses abroad and even earned two doctorates.
Old Tang smiled and said, "Seeing Xiaoyuan reminds me of our school days. Zhaonan told me that she reads her Chinese textbook every night."
Grandma Xia said in a muffled voice, "Alright, alright, I can't persuade you, you old man who loves to preach. I just hope that brat won't let you down."
“I believe that girl. If she were a bad person, even if she was forced to marry Zhao Nan, she would never want to have anything to do with us two latrine-scavenging landladys and stinking intellectuals.”
Old Tang said earnestly.
From the time Ning Yuan saw them, she took the initiative to give up her dinner, and then she didn't stop Zhao Nan from bringing things to the two old people.
They even offered to give them eggs and brown sugar, and even wanted to help them move to a better house.
It's clear that Ning Yuan is a kind and empathetic girl.
You know, these days, forget about sharing meat; if someone eats more or takes more eggs and fruit, people will fight tooth and nail.
Grandma Xia smacked her shoe in annoyance: "Alright, alright, I've never seen you talk so much before. If you want to stop, then stop. If this brat is like your previous heartless students, I'll beat her to death."
Old Tang laughed but didn't say anything.
He knew his wife; over the years, she had become very wary.
She must have heard Ning Yuan say that if one of the two people wanted to live, at least one of them had to be dishonorable.
If the old lady really disliked Ning Yuan, she would never have agreed to let Ning Yuan become her disciple.
"I just don't know if she'd be willing," Old Tang thought for a moment.
Grandma Xia jumped up immediately, glaring and brandishing the shoes in her hand—
"You brat, you dare to be picky? If this were before liberation, she wouldn't even be qualified to be your disciple! If you dare to be so ungrateful, I'll give you a good spanking!"
Old Tang: "..."
His wife just can't stand being bothered by his butt, can she?
...
Ning Yuan had only taken a few steps outside when she saw Rong Zhaonan leaning against a big tree.
She paused, said nothing, walked around him, and turned to leave.
Rong Zhaonan watched as she walked past him with a stern face, without even glancing at him.
He frowned and followed behind her.
Ning Yuan was in front, shining a flashlight, while he was behind her.
As dusk settled, stars were set against the velvety black sky, and a cool breeze swept across the fields.
Ning Yuan focused her attention on her surroundings, deliberately ignoring the man behind her.
But his presence was too strong; she felt his gaze like a thorn in her back.
Ning Yuan walked for a while, but finally couldn't help herself and stopped.
Then, she turned around abruptly, wanting him to go first.
When she turned her head, she found a chest as solid as a wall.
Ning Yuan almost bumped her nose into it. She couldn't help but shudder, stumbled, and nearly fell.
Rong Zhaonan reached out and pulled her to her feet.
Ning Yuan looked up at him and said irritably, "Are you a ghost? Why are you following me so closely!"
Why is this person walking so close to you, like a ghost?!
Rong Zhaonan looked down at the girl in front of him, his round face full of annoyance.
In the dim night, her big eyes shone like bright stars, full of life.
"Can't I move closer? I'm not blocking your way. Why are you angry?" He raised an eyebrow.
Ning Yuan is going to be driven crazy by straight men.
She pushed his hand away with a stern face: "Why would I be angry? How could I possibly be angry with you, Boss Rong? Do I deserve it?"
"Rong... Boss, what do you mean by Boss?" Rong Zhaonan asked thoughtfully.
Ning Yuan: "...It means you're sick."
By the way, the golden age of Hong Kong dramas hasn't even arrived yet, so it's normal that he doesn't know this term.
Rong Zhaonan frowned: "I have no external or internal injuries that could leave any sequelae. Old Tang examined my pulse and said that apart from malnutrition, I have no problems."
Even though he was malnourished, he later started hunting in the mountains, and with enough meat, his physical condition returned to near its peak.
Ning Yuan: "...No, you're out of your mind."
He's actually debating whether he's sick or not; the generation gap is just too deep!
Rong Zhaonan realized what he meant: "Are you insulting me?"
Ning Yuan twitched her lips and said, "Hehehe, congratulations, you got it right. There's no reward."
After saying that, she turned and left.
I really don't want to talk to him anymore.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly moved and stood in front of Ning Yuan: "Why are you cursing? Why are you angry?"
Ning Yuan looked at him staring at her calmly, but she could read the meaning in his eyes: "Give me an explanation, or you're not leaving."
She said coldly, "Rong Zhaonan, we're living together now, helping each other out. You're capable, but I made money off the prey you hunted."
"You've been doing well lately, but without my hard work finding ways to get things done, you wouldn't have had anywhere to hunt. I don't owe you anything!"
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "So, what's the key point?"
Women have so many thoughts; they haven't gotten to the point yet. If they were his men, they would have been dealt with long ago.
Ning Yuan said irritably, "That's why I really hate how you don't speak properly and always make sarcastic remarks, even if my suggestion is inappropriate and hurts your feelings."
She paused, then continued, "But I'm not a god who can be perfect in everything. If you think I'm doing something wrong, just tell me clearly why."
"Instead of opening your mouth in a sarcastic and condescending tone, I don't owe you anything! Who do you think you are, and why do you talk to me like that?"
She hates people who speak in a sarcastic or mocking way, as if they can never speak calmly!
In his previous life, Li Yan was like this: his career stalled at forty, and he became irritable and easily angered, often using rhetorical questions.
It's as if mocking others makes you seem very capable.
Anyone who gets close to him will be affected and feel extremely bad, but they can only endure it because they are concerned about his career setbacks.
What the hell! What gives her the right? Just because she married a man, does that mean she has to be his emotional dumping ground?
It's not like she caused his career setbacks!
Rong Zhaonan, seeing Ning Yuan's annoyed expression, was momentarily speechless: "..."
After venting her anger, Ning Yuan felt inexplicably better, then looked at Rong Zhaonan's stunned expression.
She furrowed her delicate brows slightly: "I've finished speaking, move aside."
These men are so annoying!
Rong Zhaonan stared at her, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and curled his lips in a defiant smile: "If you don't allow it, what can you do about it?"
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