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Chapter 407: Chapter 410: Bloody Battle? _1
Tan Zhenghong stared at Qiao Duo’er fixedly, still somewhat unwilling to believe.
The next second, Qiao Duo’er felt the world spinning around her.
Qiao Duo’er clutched Tan Zhenghong’s clothes nervously and asked weakly, "Husband, you’re not going to fight a bloody battle, are you?"
If that were really the case... it would be too beastly.
Three black lines drooped on Tan Zhenghong’s forehead; he just wanted to know if his wife was deceiving him.
When they reached the bedroom, he placed Qiao Duo’er on the bed and stretched out his hand to feel, indeed touching a soft cloth bag.
"Husband, are you all right?" Qiao Duo’er looked at Tan Zhenghong with concern.
But within that concern, there was a hint of schadenfreude.
Tan Zhenghong shook his head; what could possibly be wrong with him? He was just a little sad.
However, his wife’s health was improving, which was at least some consolation, and he was even more pleased that this time Qiao Duo’er didn’t complain about a stomach ache.
Even so, he still urged Qiao Duo’er to rest quickly, and thoughtfully brewed some ginger and jujube tea.
Previously, when his wife was in agonizing pain, he had made a point of asking Uncle Wu.
Uncle Wu said that eating well, avoiding cold water, doing less work, and nurturing the body warmly for some days would lead to recovery.
But he had not expected her to get so much better so quickly.
Of course, he was happier than anyone else that his wife didn’t have to suffer.
After drinking a bowl of hot tea, Qiao Duo’er fell asleep.
Without her to drive Tan Zhenghong to distraction, he wrote characters with great care.
After waking up from her nap, Qiao Duo’er noticed a clear improvement in the characters, at least they were written out.
She pouted and said, "So I’m the obstacle to your progress."
From then on, she would avoid being around when Tan Zhenghong was writing.
"Not at all, it’s just that the brush has become more comfortable to hold, so the writing doesn’t look so ugly," Tan Zhenghong quickly explained.
Qiao Duo’er lay beside him, watching Tan Zhenghong write, the room tranquil. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Tan Zhenghong had once read about a term in books, "beauties adding fragrance to the sleeves," and he had always been envious of it.
He never thought he could live this kind of life himself.
As evening approached, Tan Zhenghong put down his brush; it was time to go to the back courtyard.
A bunch of little creatures needed feeding, and their nests required cleaning, which would take some time for Tan Zhenghong alone. Since it was no longer raining outside, Qiao Duo’er joined him.
Considering she had insisted on raising them, it would be embarrassing for Tan Zhenghong to do all the work alone, wouldn’t it?
Besides, finishing chores earlier meant they could rest earlier, and she wanted to see Tan Zhenghong’s dilemma over wanting to eat but not being able to.
Dinner included snow fungus soup with dates and coix seed, specially prepared for Qiao Duo’er.
Tan Zhenghong ate the remaining dishes from lunch while Qiao Duo’er scooped a spoon of snow fungus and handed it to him.
Tan Zhenghong said proudly, "I don’t want sweets."
Qiao Duo’er let out a nasal sound; snow fungus was rare, he should at least give it a try.
Under her intimidation, Tan Zhenghong obediently opened his mouth.
The snow fungus soup was sweet and warmed the stomach all the way down.
But since Tan Zhenghong didn’t like sweet things, no matter how precious the snow fungus was, it didn’t appeal to him.
Tan Zhenghong, gentle and considerate, made Qiao Duo’er completely forget her original intentions; seeing him in discomfort, she lent a hand to help him out.
"Just five more days, I’m so pitiful," Tan Zhenghong lamented.
He promised to have a good feast after five days.
Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help but tease, "Can’t you be a little nicer to the little guy? You always make him spit."
"Those are tears of happiness," Tan Zhenghong explained without a blush or breath.
Qiao Duo’er wisely chose to shut her mouth, as men always seemed to have a natural talent for these matters.
