The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng deftly heated up the fish soup, ladled out a bowl, and placed it in front of Yu Qianwei. The soup was milky white and had a wonderful aroma.

"Hmm! Your mother's cooking is pretty good."

He picked up a meat bun that Yu Qianwei had brought, took a big bite, then stuffed a piece of twice-cooked pork into his mouth, squinting his eyes in satisfaction: "This twice-cooked pork is fatty but not greasy, it's amazing."

Although Su Xiaoyue was a little full, at Yang Shuisheng's urging, she picked up a meat bun, took a small bite, and nodded politely: "Hmm, it really tastes good."

But she only ate a small piece and put it down. Clearly, this home-style delicacy was far less appealing to her than it was to Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei.

After all, her family was well-off, and she had been pampered since childhood, eating at many restaurants in town, so her tastes had become quite discerning.

Yu Qianwei, on the other hand, is completely different.

She carefully scooped up a spoonful of milky white fish soup, blew on it, and put it in her mouth.

The delicious flavor exploded on the tongue instantly, without any fishy taste, only the unique sweetness and mellowness of river fish, mixed with the aroma of ginger and scallions, and the warmth flowed down the throat and throughout the body.

"Wow!" Yu Qianwei couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes lighting up. "Yang Shuisheng, this tastes amazing! How did you make it?"

"Why doesn't it smell fishy at all?"

"This is an exclusive recipe, never to be shared!"

Yang Shuisheng smiled smugly: "If you like it, drink more. There's more in the pot."

"How about it, Brother Shuisheng? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Su Xiaoyue laughed and said, "Your fish soup-making skills are truly superb!"

Yu Qianwei nodded in agreement and stopped talking, burying her head in her soup and drinking it intently, as if she were savoring some rare delicacy.

After drinking a few sips of soup, Yu Qianwei completely relaxed.

Su Xiaoyue glanced at Yu Qianwei, then at Yang Shuisheng, and suddenly asked with a hint of probing curiosity, "Qianwei, are you and Brother Shuisheng... a couple?"

"No, no!"

Yu Qianwei, who was drinking soup, suddenly stopped and almost choked. She quickly put down the bowl, waved her hands repeatedly, her cheeks slightly red, and denied it outright: "You've misunderstood. He and I are just childhood friends who grew up together. We're just close, it's not what you think."

Upon hearing this answer, Su Xiaoyue felt inexplicably relieved, and without even realizing it, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"Sigh, in another month, you two will both be going to university in the provincial capital."

Yang Shuisheng sensed that the atmosphere was becoming somewhat awkward again, so he quickly changed the subject and said in a tone that was tinged with loneliness and regret, "At that time, I will be all alone in Peach Blossom Valley, with no one to talk to."

His words successfully diverted the attention of the two girls.

"Brother Shuisheng, don't say that!"

Yu Qianwei and Su Xiaoyue offered words of comfort almost simultaneously:

"University isn't like it doesn't have holidays. We'll definitely come back to see you when winter and summer breaks start."

"Yeah, we'll come back during the holidays, and we'll come over to your house for a meal again."

Hearing this, Yang Shuisheng felt a warmth in his heart and a smile appeared on his face: "Then it's a deal, you can't go back on your word."

"We will never go back on our word!" the two women said in unison.

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and laughed, making the atmosphere much more harmonious.

Yu Qianwei suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, Miss Su, which university in the provincial capital did you get into?"

Su Xiaoyue replied, "Provincial Capital Normal University. And you?"

"Really?"

Yu Qianwei's eyes lit up: "I got into the provincial agricultural university, which is also in the provincial capital."

"Wow! What a coincidence, we're both in the provincial capital!" Su Xiaoyue exclaimed in surprise. "Although we're not in the same school, we're both in the provincial capital, so we can hang out together during holidays and look out for each other."

"Yes, yes, yes! We can go shopping together on weekends when we're free," Yu Qianwei happily chimed in.

The two girls quickly grew closer because of their shared experience of studying in a foreign land. They chatted more and more enthusiastically, from their school majors to the local customs and culture of the provincial capital, as if they had been friends for many years.

Yang Shuisheng watched the two of them chatting and laughing, looking as if they had known each other for a long time, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This harmonious situation has finally been preserved.

He found an excuse, stood up and said, "You guys chat first, I'm going to the village chief's shop to buy something."

The two women were engrossed in their conversation and didn't pay any attention, simply waving their hands casually to indicate that he should do as he pleased.

Yang Shuisheng walked out of his yard and headed towards the village chief Zhao Youcai's house.

He had to remind Zhou Caifeng that Zhao Youcai was unclean and she shouldn't catch it too.

If even his cultivation partner, Zhou Caifeng, were to encounter problems, it would be a loss for him as well.

He had just arrived at the two-story building where Zhao Youcai lived, and before he could even go inside, he heard a fierce argument coming from upstairs, mixed with the sound of things being smashed.

"Zhao Youcai! You bastard, tell me! Where the hell were you last night?"

"You think I don't know? You've been going to see that vixen again, haven't you?"

"I can't live like this anymore!"

Zhou Caifeng's sharp, tearful voice came from upstairs.

"What's wrong with you! I was playing cards with Lao Zhang and the others last night, don't spout nonsense." Zhao Youcai's roar followed.

"Playing cards? Playing cards and smelling like a slut? Do you think I'm stupid?!"

"Zhao Youcai, if you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'm not done with you. This is the end of our relationship." Zhou Caifeng's voice became even more agitated, accompanied by a loud crash, as if something had been smashed.

"You...you're being completely unreasonable. I said no, and that's final. Stop throwing a tantrum."

Yang Shuisheng stood downstairs, not rushing up immediately, but with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, patiently listening to the sounds coming from upstairs.

He originally intended to wait until the two finished arguing, or until Zhao Youcai left, before finding an opportunity to talk to Zhou Caifeng. However, the arguing upstairs became more and more intense, and soon he heard Zhou Caifeng exclaim in surprise, as well as the sound of tables and chairs being knocked over.

Oh no! They've made their move!

Without further hesitation, Yang Shuisheng rushed upstairs in two quick steps and pushed open the half-closed door.

The room was in a mess, with stools overturned on the floor and teacup shards scattered everywhere.

Zhao Youcai, his face flushed and neck red, was gripping Zhou Caifeng's neck tightly with one hand, pinning her against the wall, while his other hand tried to pry open Zhou Caifeng's hands that were grabbing his hair and face.

Although Zhou Caifeng was being choked and struggling to breathe, she was not to be outdone. With her other hand, she scratched and clawed at Zhao Youcai's face, leaving several bloody marks.

"Stop! All of you stop!" Yang Shuisheng shouted, stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Youcai's wrist that was gripping Zhou Caifeng's neck, and squeezed it hard.

Zhao Youcai felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it had been clamped by an iron vise. He involuntarily released his grip, staggered back two steps, and grimaced in pain: "Yang Shuisheng? What are you doing here?"

Zhou Caifeng was freed from the restraints. She covered her neck and coughed violently a few times. When she saw that the person who came was Yang Shuisheng, a look of panic and embarrassment flashed across her face. She quickly straightened her disheveled clothes and hair and lowered her head, not daring to look Yang Shuisheng in the eye.

"Uncle Zhao, Aunt Feng, can't we talk things out? Why do you have to resort to violence?"

Yang Shuisheng released Zhao Youcai's wrist, stood between the two, and said in a deep voice, "If word gets out, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"