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Chapter 562: Chapter 566: Still Soaking Your Feet?_1
Having come to this realization, Qiao Duo’er’s mood improved significantly.
However, each time she looked at the injured Fatty, her eyes couldn’t help but darken with a cold fierceness.
To say nothing of it being unworthy to kill a person over a dog, in her heart, a dozen Yin Yinyues weren’t worth a single hair on Fatty’s body.
Fatty was willing to risk its life for her, while Yin Yinyue only ever caused trouble.
She would remember today’s grudge and was determined to send Yin Yinyue to the guillotine in the near future!
"Tomorrow, I’ll go buy a few pounds of pigskin to come back, eating pigskin helps wounds heal faster," Tan Zhenghong comforted.
Qiao Duo’er shook her head, "I’ll go straight to Sister Lan’s house after coming back from Fat Aunt’s house tomorrow, to fetch a pig’s trotter to reward them."
Tan Zhenghong had no objections to this; as long as his wife felt a little better, that was all that mattered.
"I think I smell something burning," Qiao Duo’er sniffed.
Tan Zhenghong suddenly remembered the sweet potatoes in the stove.
Upon retrieving them with tongs, he saw that the sweet potatoes had been charred into black balls, completely inedible.
He had been so careful roasting them for so long, only for it to be all in vain!
Seeing his frustrated expression, Qiao Duo’er felt a little better, "Next time just cover them with mud, they definitely won’t burn to this dead state."
"I wanted to prepare them for your midnight snack, I can only do it another time," Tan Zhenghong said regretfully.
They set this issue aside for now and continued to process the medicinal herbs.
After organizing everything, they also re-made the nests for Fatty and Fat Fat.
Previously, they slept on the dry straw next to the stove, but now with wounds on their bodies, if the place they lived in wasn’t clean, infection was very likely.
"Wife, these are jackets I used to wear," Tan Zhenghong said timidly as he brought out two worn pieces of clothing.
When they had moved here, she had said to throw away the old clothes, but he thought the jackets were still good enough for working, so he brought them along.
To keep them hidden from his wife, he had stashed the clothes at the bottom of the wardrobe.
And now, they came in handy.
Qiao Duo’er looked at Tan Zhenghong helplessly; if it weren’t for his thrifty habits, she would be worrying now.
"You guys behave and sleep here, no messing around at night," she said.
Qiao Duo’er patted the heads of the two dogs, and they obediently lay down on the ground and even closed their eyes.
After tonight, they occupied a completely different place in Zheng Hong and Duo’er’s hearts.
By the time they finished all these tasks, it was very late, and Qiao Duo’er, half-lying on the couch, didn’t want to move at all.
She was still thinking about the insoles and sachets. Now that people couldn’t go into the mountains, there wasn’t enough cloth and herbs at home; she would need to go to town to buy more tomorrow.
It would also be a good opportunity to discuss new medicinal recipes with Bai Yifan, hopefully with a variety of effects.
And she hoped that Li Mu’er wouldn’t be there; that woman’s hostility towards her was utterly unfounded.
Instead of spending time resenting her, it would be better to focus more on deciphering Bai Yifan’s thoughts.
Tan Zhenghong brought over some water for a footbath, made from the medicinal herbs Qiao Duo’er had saved.
"Wife, come soak your feet," he said.
Qiao Duo’er haughtily wiggled her feet, signaling for Tan Zhenghong to remove her socks.
Tan Zhenghong was long accustomed to this; in other families, men were dominant over women, but that was just in other families.
In their home, Duo’er was the queen, and he was the knight that Duo’er spoke of, loyally protecting and following his queen.
Qiao Duo’er’s feet were small and well-shaped, and Tan Zhenghong held them gently, as if handling a finely crafted artifact.
"Wife, your feet are truly beautiful," he said.
Qiao Duo’er cleared her throat, "Husband, are we going to soak the feet or not?"
Tan Zhenghong’s face turned red, and he quickly took off the other sock and gently placed the foot into the medicinal bath.
