Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Su Wanqing thought for a moment: "I need 100 catties of rice and 100 catties of flour, and 20 eggs in return. If there is corn, I'll get 50 catties of that too." She wanted to make a sweet corn pancake, so that she could add a dish after the tenfold return.

"Of course, of course!" Aunt Zhang readily agreed. "Dr. Su, you go back and rest first. After Erzhuzi finishes work, we'll carry the grain and take him to your house for a checkup! Would that be convenient?"

Going to someone's home is less noticeable than going to the clinic.

"If it's convenient, then it's settled." Su Wanqing calculated the price according to the market rate and handed over a total of sixty yuan and fifty cents.

Su Wanqing then carried the empty cloth bag home.

In mid-August in Xinjiang, the sun was still blazing. She had only been outside for a short while when she felt uncomfortable and sticky from her period.

Su Wanqing was looking forward to the grapes that she heard would be ripe soon. She thought she should get more grapes so she could try planting them in her space and make some raisins to eat as a snack in winter.

After Su Wanqing left, Aunt Zhang quickly weighed out all the grain Su Wanqing had asked for. She then said to Tian Dahua:

"Dahua, go, take down that cured pork leg hanging on the kitchen beam, and also pick up 20... no, 30 eggs, and that bag of dried bracken I dried in the cupboard, put them all in the basket. You carry it with the grain to Dr. Su. If anyone asks on the way, just say it's coarse grain that Dr. Su bought with money, understand?"

Dr. Su only received 100 jin of grain, so it was natural for her to exchange it for more if it wasn't enough.

Tian Dahua was stunned for a moment, then felt touched: "Mom..." This was no longer her fault, and she was still being asked to carry things to the doctor!

Aunt Zhang sighed, "Dr. Su didn't mention money, so we can't be rude and not give her a gift. Besides, this isn't exactly honorable. If we give her something nice, we can shut her up—no, I mean, we can do her a favor—and she'll definitely be even less likely to tell anyone."

She didn't want to hear gossiping from some old hag tomorrow about how "Old Zhang's son Erzhu is no good, so he went to see Dr. Su for that kind of illness, and he shamelessly refused to give her anything."

"Okay, Mom." Tian Dahua nodded, feeling much relieved.

By the time she was almost done working, Su Wanqing had already fed herself to her heart's content. She was especially craving food when she was on her period, so she went into the inner room and took out canned peaches, braised beef, braised pork knuckle, and sweet and sour pork from her spatial storage, enjoying a delicious meal all to herself.

Seeing that it was almost time, she hurriedly started to "make" dinner—actually, she took out a large pot of braised cabbage, meatballs, and eggplant that had been stewed in the space, pretended to heat it up over a fire, and then took out a large bowl of white rice.

This pot of rich, dark sauce stew, poured over rice, makes a delicious rice bowl!

Lin Tingting pushed Uncle Ding in his stroller, returning precisely at the time when he finished work. Zhou's mother and Zhou Yanshen followed shortly after.

As soon as Zhou Yanshen entered, his gaze was fixed on Su Wanqing. Seeing her standing by the stove, he immediately strode over, took her hand, and made her sit on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) to rest.

He looked at the large pot of food and frowned slightly. "Why did you make so much again? Didn't I tell you to rest well and that I would cook when I got back?"

Su Wanqing wasn't guilty at all. It's said that a person who isn't ruthless can't be a doctor, and that's true. Similarly, a person who isn't thick-skinned can't play the role of a "virtuous wife" well.

She nestled close to Zhou Yanshen. "But you've had a long day at work, and I'm just sitting at home doing nothing. I thought I'd make sure you could have something warm and comforting to eat when you get home. I even made some compressed biscuits for you today. Try them and see if you like them."

—Sweetie, just kidding!

If she were menstruating and still cooked for herself, that would be foolish. A woman needs to learn to love herself first before she has the energy to love others. But didn't she just casually pull that out of her online space? No effort at all.

Sure enough, Zhou Yanshen's cold and stern face softened instantly, his heart breaking. He squeezed Su Wanqing's hand, "Thank you, Wanqing, you've worked hard. Just heat up some leftovers tomorrow, I'm afraid you'll tire yourself out."

Su Wanqing smiled and nodded readily.

Lin Tingting, standing to the side, thought to herself, "..." Fine, fine, fine, she couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly. For a moment, seeing her cousin's eyes only for Su Wanqing, she felt a pang of bitterness and envy mixed with helplessness. Sometimes she felt that these two were destined to be together. And she, no matter what she did, seemed unable to earn a genuine smile from her cousin. But she really loved her cousin; she had loved following him around since she was little...

Zhou's mother, on the other hand, curled her lip in accustomed manner and muttered under her breath, "That vixen is really good at acting." But now she was smarter and knew that it was useless to say anything and might even get her son to argue with her, so she simply kept quiet and sat down to prepare for dinner.

Uncle Ding was completely dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes, could he? His nephew, known in the army as the "Iron-Faced Night Owl" for his serious, cold, and unsmiling demeanor, was actually smiling? And speaking in such a gentle tone?

After the meal, Zhou Yanshen casually asked, "I noticed a new braised duck hanging in the yard, and the salted duck eggs we had for lunch tasted good too. There also seemed to be some extra dried vegetables in the kitchen... Did someone come by today?"

Zhou Yanshen's observation skills were indeed frighteningly sharp.

It seems I'll have to be more careful when taking things out of my spatial storage in front of him in the future.

"It was Xiuer and her mother, Aunt Wang, who came over. Aunt Wang was going back to the city and insisted on thanking me for saving Xiuer before. She insisted on bringing these local specialties over, and I couldn't refuse them."

Zhou Yanshen's lips curled up slightly, filled with pride: "This is what you deserve. You saved two lives, a mother and daughter, so it's only right that you accept a small token of appreciation. Just keep it." His little wife is really something.

Lin Tingting was washing dishes with her head down. "Tch, what's so great about it? Just a lucky fluke that cured a few people, what's there to brag about? Let's see how you brag when you kill someone one day..."

Zhou's mother, however, remembered something else and interjected, "Perfect timing. Your uncle is having surgery tomorrow, so he needs some nourishment. I'll make some oil-fried chicken for him to help him recover. We'll eat the braised duck the day after tomorrow." She quite naturally arranged the distribution of these "spoils of war."

Su Wanqing was speechless, feeling that Zhou's mother sometimes had absolutely no sense of boundaries. She naturally had her own plans regarding how to consume these things. Wasn't the reason for leaving some things untouched for now because she was waiting for the "Golden Spirit Infusion" to accumulate enough for a tenfold return?

Zhou Yanshen immediately spoke up, "Mom, these things belong to Wanqing, she can arrange them however she wants. Besides, Wanqing is a doctor, she knows best how Uncle should recover after surgery, what he should eat and what he should avoid. We don't understand these things, so let's not give us any advice."