The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yu Qianwei carried the basket and walked quickly along the village path. Her heart felt like a jumble of emotions, sour and unpleasant.

"Stinky Yang Shuisheng, wicked Yang Shuisheng..."

As she walked, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "People kindly brought you food, and what do you do? You're at home flirting with other girls... How annoying..."

She became increasingly angry as she spoke, and her pace quickened as if she wanted to vent all her unhappiness on the pavement beneath her feet.

"Qianwei! Qianwei! Wait for me!" Yang Shuisheng's urgent shouts and the sound of chasing footsteps came from behind.

Upon hearing his voice, Yu Qianwei not only didn't stop, but instead walked even faster, eventually almost jogging.

But she was no match for Yang Shuisheng's speed. She hadn't run far before Yang Shuisheng caught up with her in a flash and grabbed her arm.

"Let me go!" Yu Qianwei struggled, but Yang Shuisheng's hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding her, and she couldn't break free at all.

"Qianwei, let me explain, you've really misunderstood," Yang Shuisheng said quickly, his tone urgent and sincere. "Just now, Su Xiaoyue and I weren't flirting. I was taking her pulse and saying she was a little weak, just teasing her."

"She was indignant when she heard that, which is why she chased after me and started playing around. It's not what you think at all."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Yu Qianwei stopped struggling, but still didn't turn around. She just kept her back to him, her tone tinged with resentment and bitterness: "We're not dating, so you don't need to explain to me."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuisheng felt more confident.

He knew Yu Qianwei too well; the more she said that, the more she cared.

"Oh, right, it has nothing to do with you."

His eyes lit up, and an idea came to him. He deliberately let go of her hand and said in a nonchalant tone, "Alright, since you say so, I won't take up any more of your time."

"I'm going back now to continue flirting with Su Xiaoyue."

After he finished speaking, he pretended to turn around and walk back, deliberately slowing his pace, but his heart was pounding. He hoped that this provocation would not fail.

If she really doesn't buy it and keeps walking forward, then he'll have no choice but to shamelessly chase after her again.

He had just taken two steps back and turned around when he heard a desperate and aggrieved cry from behind him: "No!"

Yu Qianwei turned around abruptly, her eyes slightly red, her face showing a mixture of anger and anxiety as she looked at Yang Shuisheng.

"Why not?"

A weight lifted from Yang Shuisheng's heart instantly. He stopped and turned around, a smug grin spreading across his face. He deliberately retorted, using the same words she had just spoken: "Didn't you just say we're not dating? What business is it of yours who I joke around with?"

"I said no, and that means no!"

Yu Qianwei blushed even more at Yang Shuisheng's question. She bit her lip and said with a hint of stubbornness and embarrassment, "What if... what if that woman has ill intentions towards you?"

"As your childhood friend, I feel it's my duty to help you choose the right people."

The more she talked, the more justified she felt about her reasoning. She even puffed out her chest, as if she were carrying some kind of sacred mission: "I wouldn't bother with you if it weren't for the fact that we're childhood friends."

"Try it on someone else, I can't be bothered with this!"

Yang Shuisheng looked at her, who was clearly worried sick but was pretending to be doing it for her own good, and felt both annoyed and amused.

"Yes, yes, thank you for your concern, Miss Yu."

Of course, he wouldn't expose her, so he took the opportunity to back down, nodding with a smile and saying, "In that case, don't be angry. Come back with me, and I'll properly introduce Miss Su to you."

"She's also a college student, and she's about to go to the provincial capital to register. Maybe the two of you will have a lot in common."

Hearing him say that, Yu Qianwei felt a little better, but she still couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, snort, and then reluctantly nodded: "That's more like it."

The two walked back side by side, and the atmosphere eased considerably.

"By the way, what delicious food is in your basket?"

To further ease the awkwardness, Yang Shuisheng's gaze fell on the basket she was carrying. He deliberately sniffed and asked in a greedy tone, "I could smell the aroma from far away."

Seeing his greedy look, Yu Qianwei's last bit of displeasure vanished, and a smug and caring smile appeared on her face. She lifted a corner of the cloth covering the pot, revealing steaming twice-cooked pork and several plump white meat buns inside: "My mom made twice-cooked pork and steamed some meat buns today, and asked me to bring some over for you to try."

"Wow! It's twice-cooked pork! No wonder it smells so good." Yang Shuisheng's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab a steamed bun to satisfy his craving.

"Smack!" Yu Qianwei reacted quickly, lightly slapping the back of his hand and scolding, "Go away! What's the rush? Can't we eat at home?"

"It's a good opportunity for your Miss Su to have a taste as well, so that people won't say that we people from Peach Blossom Village don't know how to treat guests."

The two returned home together.

Su Xiaoyue was standing nervously in the yard when she saw Yang Shuisheng successfully bring Yu Qianwei back, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, my name is Su Xiaoyue."

She quickly stepped forward, her face showing sincere apology and a friendly smile, and said to Yu Qianwei, "I just came to visit Brother Shuisheng. He took my pulse earlier and deliberately lied to me, saying I had a serious illness, which startled me. That's why I chased after him to hit him to vent my anger. It's not what you think at all."

"Please don't take it to heart, and don't overthink it!"

Her attitude was sincere, her words earnest, and her eyes clear, making it easy for people to believe what she said.

Yu Qianwei wasn't the kind of person to hold grudges; she was just momentarily angry.

Now, hearing Su Xiaoyue's sincere explanation and seeing her take the initiative to make amends, the little bit of resentment in his heart was completely put aside.

"It's alright, it's alright. I just misunderstood the situation."

"My name is Yu Qianwei, and I'm Yang Shuisheng's childhood friend."

A generous smile appeared on her face as she waved her hand and said, "Come on, my mom just made twice-cooked pork and meat buns, they're still warm, everyone have a taste."

As she spoke, she placed the basket on the stone table in the courtyard, lifted the cloth covering it, and brought out the bowl of glistening twice-cooked pork and several plump white meat buns, their aroma filling the air.

Su Xiaoyue touched her stomach a little shyly and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, but I already ate at Brother Shuisheng's place. He made me fish soup, and it was delicious!"

"My stomach is still full, I really can't eat anymore."

"Fish soup? Did you make it?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianwei paused in her actions, turned around in surprise to look at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes filled with a hint of astonishment and inquiry: "Yang Shuisheng, when did you learn to make fish soup?"

"You don't usually cook at home, so where did you get the fish and vegetables?"

"The fish were caught fresh this morning by Brother Shuisheng from the pond behind the mountain; they're incredibly fresh."

Su Xiaoyue quickly replied, "The bok choy was also freshly picked from his field. Brother Shuisheng's cooking is amazing."

"Really?"

Yu Qianwei was even more surprised. She had known Yang Shuisheng for so many years and had never known he had this skill. She looked at Yang Shuisheng with some disbelief: "You can make fish soup?"

"Of course!"

"If you don't believe me, ask Miss Su."

Yang Shuisheng found her suspicious look somewhat amusing. He crossed his arms and said with a hint of smugness, "There should still be some left in the pot. If you want some, I can heat it up for you, okay?"

"Yes! Of course I want it!"

Yu Qianwei nodded almost without hesitation and said, "I've known you for so long, but I've never eaten anything you've made before. I have to try it today."

As she spoke, she picked up the bowl of twice-cooked pork and steamed buns and walked into the house, as if she couldn't wait to taste Yang Shuisheng's cooking.