Chapter 493: Chapter 399: Is the Birth Mother Indifferent Like a Chrysanthemum? The Young Lady Sabotages Everything 39
Su Zhiruan hadn’t made many changes to the apartnt, so when Xie Yanshang entered, he saw the sa decoration style as before, except for a few cute little ornants placed on the counter—everything else remained untouched.
It was clear that the current owner loved cleanliness; the floor was spotless, and clothes were neatly hung on the rack. A few sets of cute bowls and cutlery were added to the kitchen, and at the entrance, there was a pair of girl’s bunny slippers.
“There are disposable slippers here, I’ll get them for you,” Su Zhiruan bent down, took out a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet, and handed them to Xie Yanshang.
She turned the umbrella upside down, shook off the water droplets, and placed it at the door.
“Thank you,” Xie Yanshang put on the slippers and, seeing her shoulders wet from the rain, said, “You should change your clothes quickly, otherwise you might catch a cold soon.”
Su Zhiruan nodded. Today’s temperature was sowhat lower than usual, and she had run in the rain and wind, feeling sowhat sticky and chilly at that mont.
The original owner’s body was very frail, and during this ti, it had always been Xie Yanshang taking her pulse and prescribing different dicines according to her physical condition. She stuck to the prescriptions and her health had gradually recovered a lot.
If she wore wet clothes for too long, she would definitely catch a cold.
Soon, she changed into a cotton-linen nightgown and ca out.
The white dress outlined her figure as she held a dry towel in her left hand to wipe her hair, handing another towel to Xie Yanshang with her right hand and smiling, “Doctor Xie, the clothes you left here before are still here if you want to change into sothing dry.”
Upon hearing this, Xie Yanshang didn’t decline and said, “Okay.”
When Xie Yanshang ca out after changing, he saw Su Zhiruan heating up so Chinese dicine to drink and casually asked, “How many days left?”
“Almost there, probably about three or four more days’ worth,” Su Zhiruan estimated the Chinese dicine stock in the fridge.
Her body now, compared to when she first ca to this world, was much better. Initially, she only weighed a little over seventy pounds and she wasn’t short, so she looked quite emaciated, even having an anemic and pale complexion. During this ti, she ate and drank as needed, and after deciding to ignore the problems of the Su family, her mood improved significantly.
Being sick and the subsequent recovery fundantally boiled down to one’s mindset. Having a good ntality greatly aids in recovery from illness.
During this period, she had stopped contacting the Su family and simply took care of her own matters and spent ti with friendly college friends while also making so money.
“Your health has almost fully recovered. Finish this prescription and then take a break from the dicine,” Xie Yanshang walked into the kitchen, reached out to feel the temperature of the water soaking the Chinese dicine bag, and, finding it suitable, he took out the dicine bag, cut an opening, and poured it into a cup nearby.
Su Zhiruan took the cup he handed her and drank it down without any reservations.
Xie Yanshang tidied up the table briefly and after she finished her drink, he took the cup from her hands like a gentle stream, quickly washed it, and placed it back on the rack.
“Have you eaten yet?” Xie Yanshang asked her.
Su Zhiruan shook her head, “This dicine, I rember you said it should be taken before als, so I planned to cook a bowl of noodles when I got back.”
“Let do that,” Xie Yanshang said, rolling up his sleeves.
Perhaps it was his series of familiar actions that made Su Zhiruan stare at him for a few seconds. She leaned against the refrigerator, listening to its humming noise.
Both of them were now in the kitchen. Su Zhiruan watched as Xie Yanshang took out flour, mixed it with a little water into soft dough, then integrated so dry flour, quickly kneading it into dough, rolling it out with a rolling pin, cutting it, and setting it aside. Then he took out persimmons and Chinese cabbage, washed and minced the cabbage, and sliced the persimmons.
He then skillfully heated oil in a pan, sautéed the persimmons with scallions and ginger, added water, and stewed everything for a while. The persimmons quickly dissolved into the soup.
Su Zhiruan thought about opening the window to let in so fresh air.
Opening the window, she could hear the pitter-patter of rain outside, accompanied by the nightfall, giving her the illusion that they were a newlywed couple.
In the lit windows across the street, she could vaguely see young couples sitting on the sofa laughing together, others cooking in the kitchen, and so playing joyfully with their children. The evening was also a ti for family reunions—returning ho from work to the loved ones and children, cooking a lovely dinner, and then snuggling on the sofa watching TV or playing with children’s toys, all filled with warmth and joy.
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