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Chapter 161: Chapter 162: Not Enough Medicine_1
Tan Zhengyuan already knew the meat belonged to the Fourth Boss’s House, but what of it?
This was his home, and whatever was in his home belonged to him.
He was not only planning to eat more, he also wanted to take some back to Widow Xu later.
As soon as Qiao Duo’er heard the noise outside, she immediately walked out and then saw Tan Zhengyuan salivating as though it was about to drip into the pot.
For the sake of that pot of master stock, Qiao Duo’er forcibly suppressed her temper until Tan Zhengyuan had taken out the meat and covered the pot. Then she kicked out.
"Stealing again! You shameless thing!" she scolded.
"This is my stove, how am I stealing?" Tan Zhengyuan began to play dumb.
Qiao Duo’er gave Tan Zhengyuan a disdainful roll of her eyes; in her view, Tan Zhengyuan no longer counted as a human being. Why keep persisting in breaking new grounds of shamelessness?
Was Tan Zhengyuan really that afraid of being treated as human? n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
Qiao Duo’er touched the kitchen knife, knowing full well that it was pointless to reason with a rogue. It’s more effective to suppress them with force.
Tan Zhengyuan jumped violently at that, quickly saying, "I... I was just kidding with you."
Seeing that Qiao Duo’er had no intention of putting down the knife, Tan Zhengyuan didn’t dare to linger and scampered away with his tail between his legs.
There were one catty and six taels of braised meat left on the stove, and she had sent it over to Xiao Fu.
Although the crowd in the Main Room was nauseating, she could not go back on her word.
A little later, Er Ya and Doctor Sun came by.
Sun Erhu took Da Ya’s pulse. Luckily, she had only gotten a scrape, and would be fine after a few days of rest, which made Hu’s Clan’s complexion improve a bit.
All of a sudden, Qiao Duo’er remembered Tan Zhenghong. She quickly said, "Sister-in-law, take good care of the two children, the good days are ahead, I need to run back home for a bit."
After speaking, she jogged all the way back to her own courtyard.
Back in the room, Tan Zhenghong hadn’t woken up yet. Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help but give him a nudge.
She hadn’t hit him too hard, had she, possibly breaking him? Thinking of this possibility, Qiao Duo’er began to feel numb on her scalp.
Fortunately, Tan Zhenghong soon stirred weakly. He couldn’t help but remember what happened before he fainted.
Hearing Er Ya’s voice, he immediately sat up, only to feel a sharp pain in the back of his neck, followed by darkness, and then he lost consciousness again.
Without a doubt, it was the deed of his wife.
She was a martial arts hero; knocking someone out was certainly an easy feat for her.
"Wife, are you trying to murder your own husband?" Tan Zhenghong looked at Qiao Duo’er with a pitiful gaze.
Qiao Duo’er awkwardly cleared her throat, "Heh heh, I got anxious and... you know, your bones have just gotten better, now moving around too much, it’s going to hurt when it rains or the weather turns cold."
Tan Zhenghong pursed his lips, knowing his wife meant well.
But did she have to be so forceful?
His neck was still hurting up until now.
Qiao Duo’er sat on the bed, propping up Tan Zhenghong, "I’ll rub it for you, I really didn’t use much force."
Tan Zhenghong sulked, without much force she had knocked him out.
If his wife had really exerted herself, wouldn’t his head be separated from his neck?
Qiao Duo’er pretended to rub a couple of times, and when she looked at Tan Zhenghong again, she thought his expression resembled that of an abused young wife.
At this moment, the two of them were so close that they could feel each other’s breath, and Qiao Duo’er’s arms were even resting on Tan Zhenghong’s shoulders.
Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help but swallow. Why did she find Tan Zhenghong so delectable?
Being a person of action, in the next second, she planted a kiss on Tan Zhenghong’s face.
"Still hurt?" Qiao Duo’er blinked, feeling a sense of achievement like she was teasing a virtuous man.
Tan Zhenghong nodded, "The dose isn’t enough."
