Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Increasingly Impatient_1 Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Increasingly Impatient_1 “When you go into the mountains, be careful,” warned the shopkeeper Wang to Zhao Erhu. “If you encounter danger and can avoid it, do so. Don’t recklessly try to display your bravery as a man, for your young wife awaits your support at ho. What would she do if sothing happened to you, not to ntion the children?”
In the past, Zhao Erhu might have dismissed Wang’s caution, but after the recent events that had nearly cost him his life, he now truly appreciated the aning behind Wang’s words. Grateful, for even his own father and brothers had never spoken such words to him, he replied, “Brother Wang, you’re right. I’ve taken your advice to heart.”
Seeing that Zhao Erhu took his words seriously, Wang felt pleased. He knew that the final decision on picking out cloth would rest with Erhu’s wife, so he turned to Lin Yue, “What kind of fabric would Erhu’s wife like? Just tell and I’ll fetch it for you to choose from.”
Lin Yue had always thought highly of shopkeeper Wang. She smiled and listed the fabrics she needed, “My sister-in-law is expecting a baby, and I want to buy so fine cloth to make a few little garnts for my nephew. The outer clothes should be of silk brocade, preferably in festive colors, while the inner garnts that touch the skin should be made from fine, soft, breathable cotton. Brother Wang, please show what suitable fabrics you have; I want the best quality. Additionally, I need a piece of dark blue fine cotton, a piece of light brown coarse cotton, and a piece of sky blue fine cotton.”
“Alright, little sister, I understand what you’re looking for. Just wait here, I’ll go fetch them for you.” Lin Yue had clearly stated what she needed for her own use, there was no need for further selection. Shopkeeper Wang went straight to get them and set them aside, then brought several suitable rolls of silk brocade and fine cotton for Lin Yue to choose from, for making the baby’s clothes.
Lin Yue picked a few she was satisfied with. For a mont, uncertain which to buy, she decided to just take a yard of each design she liked. Altogether, it was enough for her to make two or three dozen sets of little garnts, with plenty to spare.
Lin Yue planned to gift a few sets when her nephew was born, and a few more as a full-moon present, giving her ti to work without rushing. However, since the full-moon celebration was more formal and required a more substantial gift, she planned to visit the silver shop later to have a small silver lock and bracelet made. Combined, it would be a sufficient gift.
These days Lin Yue was busy. She needed to finish the small garnts quickly and also embroider the unfinished Embroidered Picture she had promised to the Magistrate’s wife. She was so overwheld with work that she decided not to sell food in the market for the ti being, and just let Zhao Erhu deliver the regular orders to the Governnt Office. With all this bustle, she had lost several pounds from her already slender fra, which distressed Zhao Erhu deeply. But he had no other solution; these were not tasks he could take over. Even the foods prepared for the Governnt Office only tasted right if made by Lin Yue. All he could do was help with small tasks.
Zhao Erhu had initially felt proud and arrogant about having such a capable and skilled wife, but as ti went on, his male ego began to cause him distress and depression. He felt useless, a man unable to match his wife’s abilities, reliant on her to support the family. But Zhao Erhu was not one to sulk; he saw his wife’s efforts and toil, and he knew that picking a fight over this would be truly despicable. He resolved to work even harder, to ease her burdens.
Seeing no other way and unwilling to simply watch Lin Yue lose weight, Zhao Erhu tried every day to prepare delicious food to encourage her to eat more, including goat’s milk, which he had only recently learned from Jiang Ziqi was excellent for one’s health, insisting that Lin Yue drink a bowl morning and evening.
However, Lin Yue had her peculiarities. She was willing to drink cow’s milk but couldn’t get used to the taste of goat’s milk. Even when it was mixed with almonds and other nuts to mask the animal scent, she remained reluctant. Perhaps it was psychological, for she made sure Zhao Erhu and Dalang, along with his brothers, had a bowl each morning and evening, but she never touched it herself.
“Brother Erhu, I really don’t want to drink it. How about you make bone broth tomorrow, and I’ll drink that? There’s sothing odd about the taste of this sheep’s milk, and I just don’t like it,” Lin Yue frowned as she spoke.
Although Zhao Erhu was indulgent with Lin Yue, he had strong opinions of his own, perhaps due to his past experiences. He never spoiled Lin Yue when it ca to matters of principle. “Niuniu, be good. Doctor Jiang said this is the best for nourishing the body, especially for won. Bone broth is also nourishing but can’t compare to the nutritional value of sheep’s milk. Please, just drink up,” he urged.
“Brother Erhu, I’m busy, can you please stop bothering ? I planned to finish this Embroidered Picture today, and I’m nearly done. Can you let quietly complete it?!” Lin Yue was impatient with Zhao Erhu’s constant nagging, and her tone was rather harsh.
When Lin Yue finished speaking and saw that Zhao Erhu was still stubbornly holding the sheep’s milk in front of her, she knew that if she didn’t drink it, Zhao Erhu would stubbornly insist. Not wanting to waste ti, Lin Yue pinched her nose and gulped down the bowl of sheep’s milk in a few swallows, like taking dicine. The expression of distaste and pain on her face was akin to soone who had ingested poison.
“That’s right, I’ve poured you a cup of hot water. Take a drink, and the taste in your mouth will fade away.”
Zhao Erhu watched Lin Yue finish the milk and finally heaved a sigh of relief. His little wife was quite quick when it ca to taking dicine, yet she was so reluctant to drink sheep’s milk— every ti, he had to coax her so much. After collecting the bowl and preparing the next morning’s ingredients for the Governnt Office in the kitchen, Zhao Erhu returned to the room and saw Lin Yue still up late doing embroidery work, shaking his head helplessly.
“Niuniu, stop embroidering. The light at night isn’t good, and it will spoil your eyes. You should rest earlier.”
Although he knew that persuading his little wife would likely upset her, Zhao Erhu prioritized her health above all else. However, knowing that she had a stubborn temperant and was rather unyielding, he couldn’t bring himself to argue or damage their relationship, especially since he mostly felt sorry for her hard work and kept his frustration to himself.
“Ah, Zhao Erhu, can’t you stop being so annoying? All day long you’re droning on in my ear, driving crazy. I’m not a child anymore, why do you fuss so much? I need to rush through this embroidery work. You go to sleep first!” Lin Yue grew increasingly impatient.
Zhao Erhu was already near his breaking point, holding back his outburst because he felt sorry for Lin Yue’s hard work. Seeing her becoming more and more unrestrained, her words were like lighting a fuse, igniting the anger within him. He snatched the Embroidered Picture from Lin Yue’s hands and tossed it aside, his face contorted with displeasure.
“Are you obsessed with money? We’re not the progeny of wealth; we live by the principle of spending more when we earn more and spending less when we earn less. You’re breaking your back over this—want to ruin your health before you’re satisfied, is that it? Have you forgotten Doctor Jiang’s warnings? What could be more important than your own health!”
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