Flames leaped up and down within his body. Fearing he would hurt himself or others, An Rong had no choice but to turn his head and look up at the roof.
Images of the two of them sharing a room flashed through my mind; the first time is always the most beautiful.
That memory was also the elixir that kept me alive for those three years.
Her graceful figure is right beside me now.
His mouth was dry, so he could only close his eyes and devour her in his fantasy.
They didn't even spare the toes.
The next day.
When Yuan Doudou woke up, she felt refreshed.
Besides feeling incredibly sore and achy all over, as if my back had been run over by a car.
Damn it, I still can't sleep on the floor.
Looking at the bed, An Rong was fast asleep.
He's a patient after all; he can sleep quite a lot.
Little did she know that An Rong had been tossing and turning until almost dawn last night, and finally couldn't take it anymore, so he had no choice but to climb into bed with trembling legs.
It took quite a while before I finally managed to fall asleep.
The mental and emotional toll was enormous.
Yuan Doudou quickly stood up, rolled up the straw mat, put it in the corner, and went out to make breakfast.
Eat breakfast before going back, so you don't get hungry on the way.
Aunt Dan hasn't arrived yet.
She added water to the pot, put in the rinsed rice, and lit the fire to cook it.
She usually drinks rice porridge in the morning, paired with an egg pancake, which is very satisfying.
The air was filled with the aroma of rice. She removed some firewood and simmered it slowly over a low flame.
To make delicious rice porridge, both the heat and the time are essential to bring out the full aroma of the rice.
There are two pans on the stove; the other one is perfect for making pancakes.
Since coming here, her pancake-making skills have improved day by day.
She used to love eating hand-pulled pancakes and egg pancakes, but now she can't eat them anymore, so she has to make her own egg pancakes.
Yuan Doudou held the large bowl with her left hand and stirred it with chopsticks in her right.
Stir thoroughly in one direction to make the batter elastic; this will make the pancakes chewier.
After preparing the batter, she went to the stove, pulled a few pieces of firewood from the left side of the stove and put them on the right side, then added some more dry firewood.
Once you get used to using an earthen stove, it's very convenient; just light one firebox and the other will have a fire source.
Most people in the countryside use rice straw and wheat stalks, which are inexpensive. Firewood is reserved for critical moments and is not used at other times.
Most of the earthen stoves in the town use dry firewood, which is not only convenient but also produces less smoke and ash.
She heated the pan, and learning from her mistake, she didn't add oil. Instead, she poured some of the prepared batter into the pan, pressed down one side with a spatula, and drew a circle in the pan.
Soon, a complete and beautiful round pancake was made.
Yuan Doudou smiled with satisfaction.
Everyone wants to give themselves a thumbs up.
Compared to the previous mess, which looked like a tattered rag, the progress has been remarkable.
Yuan Doudou directly used a spatula to scoop a small piece of lard onto the pancake, melted it, and spread it evenly.
Then I took an egg from the basket next to me, cracked it directly onto the pancake, and used a spatula to spread it out, trying to cover the entire pancake.
When the egg is almost set, Yuan Doudou uses a spatula to scoop it into the pan from the bottom, holds the edge of the pancake with her left hand, and flips it over so that the egg side is on the bottom, which will make the egg cook faster.
This is a difficult move, and it's a crucial step in making a delicious egg pancake.
She translated it very well.
There weren't many of them, and the batter was just enough to make three sheets. Only two of them had eggs on them, which were given to An Rong.
The rice porridge is ready too.
We also need some pickled vegetables.
Aunt Dan had told her that the pickled mustard greens in the vegetable jar by the wall were pickled by her own hands.
She scooped up a handful, washed them, chopped them up, and set them aside.
Melt lard in a pot, add chopped scallions and fry until fragrant, then add pickled mustard greens, stir-fry until cooked, add water, and simmer until tender.
The key to making delicious pickled mustard greens is to stew them until they are fully flavorful.
An Rong must be hungry; he didn't eat much last night.
Yuan Doudou carried the food into the room on a wooden tray. Seeing that An Rong was awake, she said, "Perfect timing, wash your hands and eat."
She put down the tray, quickly fetched water, brought it to the bedside, and helped him wash his hands.
An Rong paused for a moment before reaching out his hand. The cool water covered his palm, gradually calming his agitated heart.
He dried his hands and looked up at Yuan Doudou.
His fair face was smudged with black ash, and fine beads of sweat hung on his forehead.
He raised the handkerchief in his hand and gently brushed it across her face and forehead.
Like the wind, gentle and soft.
Yuan Doudou felt embarrassed by the sweet talk and quickly took the handkerchief, saying, "I can do it myself."
Looking directly at that handsome and charming face, she felt unbearably hot all over.
It's safer to stay away.
"Okay, let's eat." Yuan Doudou tried to ease her embarrassment.
If we don't leave soon, my heart is going to jump out of my chest.
It's embarrassing to admit, but she never dated anyone there. While everyone else was dating in high school, no one pursued her. In college, everyone else was in couples, but still no one pursued her.
I finally met someone I liked, but they were the bottom (submissive).
Extremely unlucky.
Men were a rare breed to her.
It is something that can be hoped for but not obtained.
“Okay.” An Rong looked at the food on the side.
Plain congee and side dishes, and a glistening egg pancake.
It looks very appetizing; her cooking skills have improved a lot in the years I haven't seen her.
The two ate breakfast quietly; An Rong only ate one pancake, which was about half full.
"Eating so little?" she asked in surprise.
He's over 1.8 meters tall, but his appetite is smaller than hers.
It's truly outrageous that he has such a bad physique.
An Rong nodded: "I'm full, you can eat."
He had a sharp eye and noticed early on that Yuan Doudou's pancake was thinner than his own, so he guessed that it didn't have an egg in it.
An Rong's heart softened; with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?
What good deeds must he have done in his past life to meet such a wonderful woman?
He then married her.
It's a pity.
Yuan Doudou didn't eat the egg pancake; she really couldn't eat anymore. She usually controlled her diet, and wouldn't eat another bite if her stomach was only 70% full.
"I'll keep this one for the road." She took a clean gauze, wrapped the egg pancake, and put it into her food bag.
As the sun rises higher, patients come and go in the clinic.
Li Tianlang had been busy for an hour before he finally had a moment to spare. Just as he was about to have a cup of tea and rest, he saw the person at the door.
She wore a light blue dress, her face was bare, and her hair was held up with only a wooden hairpin. She looked light, fresh, and clean.
"DouDou." Thinking of yesterday, his eyes involuntarily darted away.
Yuan Doudou walked up to him confidently, her eyes firm: "Dr. Li, I plan to take Anrong back with me. Thank you for your help these next few days."
"So eager?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Li Tianlang's eyes. He planned to let An Rong stay for as long as he wanted, so he could see Dou Dou every day.
Yuan Doudou nodded: "You said it yourself, he is poisoned and there is no cure. He will die sooner or later anyway, so it's better for him to die at home, which can be considered as returning to his roots."
She spoke so casually that if it weren't for her red eyes, I would have really been fooled.
Li Tianlang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
"Okay, let him go back if he wants." It's only natural for him to miss home after being away for three years.
He was torn about whether or not to save him.
Death wouldn't have much of an impact on him, but living would.
But he is a doctor, and his duty is to heal the sick and save lives.
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