The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng stopped and looked back at her.

Zhou Caifeng walked quickly to him, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then forced a somewhat stiff smile and softened her voice.

"Shuisheng, tell your aunt the truth, what you just said... was it all true? You're not just fooling your aunt, are you?"

She was actually still feeling uneasy.

It's unbelievable that a simpleton who's been a fool for so many years could suddenly come up with such profound insights.

But the symptoms he described matched perfectly, leaving her no choice but to believe him.

Looking at the doubtful expression on her face, Yang Shuisheng twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a calm tone, "Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try."

"That prescription won't make you sick; at most, it won't have any effect."

"It's better than you constantly holding in your anger and finding fault with everyone."

These words struck a nerve with Zhou Caifeng.

She's been annoyed by everything lately, especially by her useless husband.

Just then, the tightly closed window on the second floor of the convenience store was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

"Why are you wasting your breath arguing with that idiot?"

Village chief Zhao Youcai leaned out halfway, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his face grim. He yelled down at the crowd, "Who are you trying to impress with that outfit? Get up here right now!"

His gaze swept over Yang Shuisheng, his face filled with disgust and impatience: "And you idiot, go beg somewhere else, don't loiter around my door, get lost!"

Yang Shuisheng's eyes flashed slightly cold, but he quickly composed himself.

That old bastard is still so annoying.

He'll pay the price sooner or later.

His face immediately returned to its previous blank expression, and his eyes became vacant again.

He mumbled "oh oh" twice, then, clutching the noodles, turned and headed away towards his home.

He looks exactly like that slow-witted idiot he always is.

However, Zhou Caifeng was nearby and watched Yang Shuisheng's expression change instantly as he left, which deepened her doubts.

The speed at which he changed his expression... Is he really stupid or just pretending?

And what he just said, was it just nonsense, or does he actually know something?

"Zhou Caifeng! Are you deaf?"

"I told you to come up here, what are you dawdling for?"

Upstairs, Zhao Youcai's roar rang out again, carrying obvious impatience and some kind of implication.

"Hurry up, I'm done!"

Normally, Zhou Caifeng would probably have gone up there.

Although it was mostly unsatisfying, it was at least some consolation.

But today, after hearing Yang Shuisheng's words, she felt confused and couldn't muster any interest in what was going on upstairs. Instead, she felt annoyed.

"What are you yelling about! Are you trying to kill me?!"

She yelled angrily upstairs, ignoring Zhao Youcai's reaction, and turned back to the convenience store, having already made up her mind.

Whether Yang Shuisheng truly understands or not, I'll find an opportunity to secretly go to his dilapidated house that night and ask him.

What if it's true?

……

When Yang Shuisheng returned to his dilapidated old house carrying two bundles of noodles, Bai Qinglian had already tidied up the house again.

Although the house was still bare, it looked much tidier.

A fire was lit under the stove, and water was boiling in the broken iron pot.

"That was fast."

Seeing Yang Shuisheng return, Bai Qinglian smiled and quickly went to greet him and take the noodles.

"Sit down and rest for a while. I'll go downstairs and it'll be ready soon."

Her wet clothes weren't completely dry yet.

It clings to the body, outlining a slender waist and full hips.

When she bent down to scoop water, her collar opened slightly, revealing a section of her fair collarbone and a hint of cleavage.

She deftly unwrapped the newspaper, took out the noodles, and carefully put them into the boiling water, stirring them gently with chopsticks.

The dim light from the stove fire illuminated her gentle profile, creating a somewhat warm and comforting illusion.

Yang Shuisheng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down at the table.

Watching the noodles bubbling in the pot and smelling the aroma gradually wafting out, he realized how terribly empty his stomach was.

This body hasn't had a proper meal in far too long.

The noodles were cooked quickly, and although there were no seasonings, it was a rare treat for Yang Shuisheng.

"We don't have any salt or MSG at home, so please make do with this."

Bai Qinglian placed a full bowl of noodles in front of Yang Shuisheng, while her own bowl contained much less.

"Thank you, Aunt Bai."

Yang Shuisheng took the bowl, not caring that it was hot, and started slurping it down.

The noodles were cooked to the perfect firmness and had a wonderful aroma.

He was really hungry and ate very quickly, but his eating manners were not unsightly.

Bai Qinglian ate in small bites, watching him wolf down his food, feeling a pang of sadness mixed with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Back in his own home, Wang Youfu was always picky about food when he came home, complaining about this and that. He never ate properly.

"Eat slowly, there's more in the pot."

She spoke softly, transferring some more noodles from her bowl into Yang Shuisheng's bowl.

Yang Shuisheng looked up at her, but didn't say anything; he just kept eating.

"Bang—"

Just as the two were quietly eating their simple yet comforting noodles, the dilapidated wooden door was kicked open from the outside.

"You bastard Bai Qinglian, so that's why you weren't home. Turns out you were here having a secret rendezvous with an idiot."

Wang Youfu stood at the door with a gloomy face. He immediately saw Bai Qinglian sitting at the table, eating noodles with her head down, and Yang Shuisheng opposite her.

"You're eating noodles again? You're living the good life!"

Although the two were separated by a table, the scene was indescribably jarring to him.

"Eat! I'll let you eat!"

Wang Youfu was furious. He rushed in and, without saying a word, slapped the already shaky, broken table over.

"Splash—"

The two bowls fell to the ground and shattered.

The unfinished noodles and soup were spilled all over the floor, leaving a mess.

Yang Shuisheng had already adjusted his expression the moment the door was kicked open.

His face showed fear and heartache as he looked at the noodles on the ground, mumbling, "The noodles...the noodles are spilled...my noodles..."

He squatted down, seemingly trying to pick up the dirty noodles, looking like a fool who was heartbroken over the food.

"A good-for-nothing idiot like you doesn't deserve to eat noodles!" Wang Youfu pointed at Yang Shuisheng and cursed, "You deserve to starve to death."

He turned and glared at Bai Qinglian, whose face had turned pale with fright.

"You bitch! What are you standing there for? Come back with me!"

Bai Qinglian looked at the spilled noodles and broken bowls on the ground, both shocked and furious, her body trembling.

"Wang Youfu! What's wrong with you?!"

She suddenly stood up, blocking Yang Shuisheng who was squatting on the ground, and shouted at Wang Youfu, "I came here on my own initiative, it has nothing to do with Shuisheng."

"If you have a problem, come at me. Don't yell at him."

"Huh? So you're protecting her now?"

Wang Youfu's eyes turned red. Looking at Bai Qinglian protecting Yang Shuisheng, and remembering how she had previously made excuses to him, a surge of anger rushed to his head. He pointed at the two of them.

"Well done, Bai Qinglian, you've really gotten to it."

"You'd argue with your man over an idiot?"

"Tell me! Have you and this idiot been having an affair for a while now? Huh!"