Chapter 9: Talking about the life we ​​owe



Chapter 9: Talking about the life we ​​owe

Zhulan's medicine was ready. She poured it out and served a bowl of rice porridge. She washed the only spoon in the house, had an idea in her mind, and returned to the main room with the medicine and porridge.

Zhulan went in and noticed the shoes on the ground. He had gotten up and gone out, probably to go to the toilet. Thinking of the toilet, Zhulan felt a little sick. She had never been to a rural toilet and rarely went to a public toilet. In ancient times, feces had to be kept. There was a big pit next to the toilet. It was just after summer and the smell was overwhelming. She couldn't bear to think about it. The thought made her even more sick.

"woke up?"

It’s a pity that no one responded, and the person on the kang still had his eyes closed.

Zhulan didn't take it seriously. Instead, she became more certain of her guess. She blew on the rice porridge in the bowl slowly until it cooled down. Then she spoke, "I haven't eaten for almost a day. I need to eat something to fill my stomach so that I can drink the medicine."

The eyes on the kang moved, but it didn't say anything and didn't open its eyes, but the sound of its stomach growling was too loud.

Zhulan saw her husband's ears were red, and she raised her lips and put the spoon to her husband's mouth, "Drink it when it's cold!"

The person on the kang couldn't pretend anymore, he opened his eyes, pursed his lips and stared at the spoon, then looked at the bowl, Zhulan said lightly: "Rinse it with hot water."

Zhou Shuren's eyes sparkled, and he hummed as he drank the porridge in the spoon, then said, "I'll drink it myself."

Zhulan didn't have to wait on anyone and just passed the bowl over.

She is in a really good mood now. This person is probably someone who traveled through time with her. As for who he is, he must be the man who cheated her.

She guessed that this person had guessed that she was not the original owner, and must have been exposed when she was happily humming a song. Instead, he felt relieved and was in the mood to watch him drink porridge.

Li was outside the door shouting, "Mom, the lard is done, what are you going to cook for dinner?"

Zhulan thought about it. Because it was a novel and it was set in a fictional dynasty, there were a lot of vegetables, even peppers that were not available until the end of the Ming Dynasty. Fortunately, it was fictional, otherwise she would have wanted to die because she loved spicy food. It was a pity that she couldn't eat it now. She needed to keep healthy. "Let's stew the cabbage. Add more oil to make up for the fat and water. Put some oil residue in the pancakes tonight."

Li responded happily, "I understand, mother."

Zhulan felt that because her original self had a good mother-in-law, she also wanted to be a good mother-in-law, so she never harassed her daughter-in-law. Although she was in charge of the household expenses, she didn't keep a close eye on every detail. Thinking of her original mother-in-law, Zhulan's eyes sparkled.

The hoarse voice became smoother, "Anything else?"

Zhulan looked at the empty bowl and said, "Yes, wait."

When serving the porridge, Zhulan glanced at the oil can and the oil residue and nodded with satisfaction. Li was also knowledgeable. When she returned to the bedroom, the medicine in the bowl was gone.

Zhulan raised her eyebrows and passed the bowl over, "There's still porridge in the pottery pot, enough to eat."

"kindness."

Zhulan looked at the man drinking porridge with his head down and chuckled, "You are not afraid that I will put drugs in the medicine, so you drink it happily."

Zhou Shuren froze, he really hadn't thought about it. From the moment the woman went out and came back, he knew he couldn't keep it secret, it must have been exposed. He hadn't thought about how to start the conversation, and he hadn't thought that it was only one person's secret, and if there was one more person it would no longer be a secret, and whether someone would drug him.

Then I felt relieved and continued to drink the porridge. When I finished it and my stomach was full, I felt strong again and raised my head, "You won't."

Zhulan raised her eyebrows. She did it on purpose. A stranger came into her house. If she tested him, she would be prepared to know who he was. Since he didn't get angry, she could trust him. She felt more at ease. "Now, can we talk about it? You owe me a life?"


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