Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Seeing this, Hu Yidao, who was standing next to him, also stopped smiling, scoffed, and glanced at Cui'er sideways.

"Little girl, open your eyes wide. Who was it that risked their life to block your way just now? Don't thank the wrong person."

His tone was clearly sarcastic.

Upon hearing this, Cui'er became even more embarrassed, tears welling up in her eyes. She quickly curtsied to Lin Xiu'er again, lowered her head, and ran away as fast as she could.

Lin Xiuer looked at that retreating figure, sighed inwardly, and lowered her head to ponder silently.

She was lucky today, running into Wu Liangcai, that good-for-nothing who was both ignorant and cowardly, and managed to fool him.

If the other party were even slightly shrewd, she wouldn't have had an easy time today.

In the future... I really can't rush out like this on a whim anymore.

Saving lives is a good thing, but the prerequisite is having the ability to protect yourself.

Otherwise, it will harm both yourself and others.

"My lady," Ping An's clear and gentle voice interrupted her thoughts.

The stroller was all packed away. Ping An looked at Lin Xiuer, a smile returning to his face. "It's time to go back. Mother and Xiao Bao are still waiting at home."

"Oh, okay." Lin Xiuer shook off those troubling thoughts and nodded.

Hu Yidao took out a large piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat from the basket under his cutting board, wrapped it in a lotus leaf, and stuffed it into Lin Xiuer's basket.

"This is the best piece; I saved some extra for you. Judging by today's momentum, business should be good tomorrow. Go back and knead plenty of dough and prepare enough ingredients!"

"Thanks, Lao Hu." Lin Xiuer didn't refuse. She took out a heavy money box, counted out the meat money due for today, and handed it to Hu Yidao. "Count the meat money for today."

Hu Yidao took it, put it in his pocket without even looking at it, and laughed, "I trust you! Hurry back, be careful on the road."

After getting ready, Lin Xiuer pushed the cart, which was noticeably lighter, and smiled at Ping An beside her. "Let's go. But before we go home, let's go to Jishetang and have a doctor take your pulse properly."

"You need to have a proper doctor examine you, and get some appropriate medication for the bruises on the back of your head and the internal injuries in your body."

Ping An's gaze lingered for a moment on her tired yet still bright eyes, then he nodded: "Okay."

The two pushed the cart side by side as they walked out of the market.

Hu Yidao watched their retreating figures, smacked his lips, shook his head, and couldn't help but laugh.

"This Lin Da Pang... he's really changed. That kid... tsk, he doesn't seem like a simple character either."

Meanwhile, Cui'er, who had already run far away, hid behind an old elm tree at the street corner, watching the two figures walking side by side gradually disappear into the distance.

Especially that tall, upright blue figure, biting his lip, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Sometimes, the human heart is more complex and difficult to discern than the flavor of a secret sauce.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement, making a soft, tumbling sound.

When you come to a fork in the road, the left side leads to Jishetang, while the right side leads out of town and back to the village.

Lin Xiuer naturally turned to the left.

"My wife."

Ping An suddenly stopped, tightened his grip on the handlebars slightly, and brought the bike to a stop as well.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Lin Xiuer turned to look at him.

Ping An stood at the crossroads, glanced in the direction of Jishetang, then lowered his eyes to look at the ground.

"I think... I'm almost fully recovered, so I don't need to bother the doctor anymore."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "Let's buy some flour and go home early. Mom and Xiaobao must be getting impatient."

Lin Xiuer was taken aback. Was he... avoiding medical treatment? Or was he afraid of spending money?

But there's still a lot of money left from the previous sale of the knife, enough for medical treatment.

She walked up to him and looked up at him slightly.

The height difference bothered her a bit, and Lin Xiuer tried to find some clues on his face.

But he just kept his eyes down, his thick eyelashes obscuring the emotions in his eyes, and his profile looked somewhat tense.

"Don't be afraid," Lin Xiuer softened her voice, as if coaxing a child who refused to take his medicine.

"The old doctor at Jishetang is very skilled. Let me take your pulse and see if the blood clot in the back of your head has cleared up."

"If you think the medicine is too bitter, I'll buy you a few more pieces of maltose later, and I promise I won't let the doctor give you an injection, okay?"

Hearing her coaxing tone, which sounded like she was talking to a child, a faint smile flickered in the man's eyes.

For a fleeting moment, he almost nodded.

But the next second, he took a deep breath and shook his head firmly.

He reached out and gently grasped the hand that Lin Xiuer was using to push the cart.

His hands were large, with distinct knuckles and thin calluses.

"I know my own body; I really don't need to see a doctor anymore. Didn't you say before that once the blood clot in the back of my head clears up, my memory will gradually return?"

"I think... things are fine as they are now. There's no need to waste that money." His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before quickly shifting away. "Recovering your memories isn't something that can be rushed in a day or two. Let's go home first, okay?"

Lin Xiuer felt the strength and warmth from his palm as he held her wrist, and she could also hear the determination in his words that he did not want to go to the clinic.

And behind that phrase, "It's fine as it is now," there might be a lingering attachment to the family he's living in, something he himself hasn't even considered in detail.

She opened her mouth, wanting to persuade him again, but when she met his calm yet stubborn eyes, and saw that his complexion was indeed much rosier than it had been a few days ago, she realized that he was not.

Maybe there's really no need to rush?

Perhaps, subconsciously, he was resisting the act of seeing a doctor? Or perhaps he was resisting his former true identity?

Don't you want to face the reality of possibly regaining your memories and then having the whole truth revealed so soon?

Many thoughts raced through Lin Xiuer's mind, but in the end, she sighed and gave in.

"Okay, let's go home first. But if you feel unwell later, be sure to tell me, don't put it off."

Lin Xiuer withdrew her hand and pushed the cart together again. "Let's go, let's buy some flour and then go home."

"Mm." Ping An seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that she agreed. The tense lines of her profile softened, and her voice carried a hint of relief.

The two turned around and went to a rice and noodle shop, where they bought twenty catties of high-quality white flour, as well as some oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and other seasonings.

Passing by a pastry shop, Lin Xiuer hesitated for a moment, but still took out her money and bought half a pound of osmanthus cake and a few pieces of sesame crisp.

Thinking of Xiao Bao's happy face when he received the malt candy, he must be even happier when he sees new treats.

When I returned to Qingshan Village with the heavy cart, the sun was already setting.

"Finally back!" Wang was standing at the entrance of the small courtyard, tiptoeing and looking in this direction. Only when she saw the figure did her heart finally settle down.

"Why are you back so late? Your mother was worried sick! If you had come any later, she would have gone to the village entrance to look for you."

Wang hurriedly stepped forward to help unload the things, and after scanning the two men with her eyes, she was completely relieved to see that they were not acting strangely.

"It's nothing, Mom. Business was good today, so we closed up shop a little late and went to buy some things we need for tomorrow."

Lin Xiuer downplayed the two dramatic conflicts at the market, making no mention of them.

He took the warm water handed to him by Wang and gulped down more than half a bowl, finally feeling some relief from his parched throat.