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My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Chapter 186 - 188 Let me do it_1
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Chapter 186: Chapter 188 Let me do it_1

Ever since Tan Zhenghong’s leg healed, Qiao Duo’er had been living the life of a pig.

Besides the occasional stir-fry, Tan Zhenghong wouldn’t let her touch anything else.

According to Qiao Duo’er, the phrase Tan Zhenghong said most frequently every day was, "Let me do it."

After drinking ginseng soup for a few days, Qiao Duo’er was in much better health. Not only had her fever subsided, but the changes in her face were also quite noticeable. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

But that Tan Zhenghong still wouldn’t let her go up the mountain, so she could only obediently stay at home sewing clothes.

In the evening, when Tan Zhenghong had yet to return and Sun Erhu and the others had gone to town, even Da Ya and Er Ya had followed to sell bamboo baskets, the courtyard was very quiet.

Qiao Duo’er sighed, looking at the needle in her hand and couldn’t help but sigh again.

She secretly decided that she must go up the mountain with Tan Zhenghong tomorrow, or else she was going to burst from frustration.

She was so bored she had almost finished making two sets of clothes.

A little while later, Fat Fat and Fatty began to cry out nasally and childishly.

They were not even two months old, but when it came to guarding the house, they certainly looked the part.

When strangers entered the courtyard, they would rush over regardless of the danger. However, they still had some sense of measure and wouldn’t really bite anyone.

"Wife of Fourth Boss, are you home?"

Aunt Huang didn’t dare to come close, so she had to stand by the entrance and shout.

Qiao Duo’er hurried out from the house. Seeing her two little ones stop barking and just wag their tails against her, she couldn’t help but smile.

"Duo’er, these are jujubes from my own garden. I’m giving you some to snack on."

Aunt Huang shoved the basket into Qiao Duo’er’s hands. The basket was filled with jujubes, plump and rosy.

These days, she and Qiao Duo’er had already become close, so she straightforwardly called her by name.

Qiao Duo’er graciously accepted: "Then thank you very much, Aunt Huang."

"No need to be so polite. I’ve had plenty of your braised pork. In a few days, when the other tree’s jujubes ripen, I’ll bring you some more. Let me tell you, eating these is good for conceiving."

Qiao Duo’er’s face flushed slightly, coughing, she thought that at fifteen, having children was too early.

Having children too early wasn’t good for her, and the children could also have more problems.

Seeing Qiao Duo’er shy away, Aunt Huang immediately said, "If you can’t eat them all, you can dry them. Later on, they’re good for making tea or cooking porridge."

Qiao Duo’er nodded, then poured the jujubes into her own basket, and put a few oil-drenched fried cakes into Aunt Huang’s basket in return.

In a landowner’s family, when someone gives you something, you couldn’t let them go back with an empty bowl or basket.

"These cakes are made by Fourth Boss. They might look good, but they taste great," she said.

Aunt Huang couldn’t help but tease, "I didn’t expect Fourth Boss to have this skill. They look delicious. Duo’er, I’m heading back to cook dinner. When you have some free time, come over with Zheng Hong and visit!"

She had a son who had opened a small storefront in town, selling some fruits and vegetables, and it was just the two of them left at home.

Sometimes she truly felt a bit lonely.

Qiao Duo’er agreed and even walked Aunt Huang out.

Back in the courtyard, she first spread the jujubes out on a winnowing basket, then got ready to make dinner.

The house still had a wild chicken left, which Hu’s Clan had already cleaned before leaving. She just needed to cut the chicken into small pieces, scald it in boiling water, and then put it in a clay pot to stew.

The clay pot distributed the heat evenly and had a bit of an insulating effect. Set over a low fire in the stove for a slow stew, after an hour and a half, it would be delicious.

The soup would be savory, and the chicken tender. The mere thought made her mouth water.

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