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บท 8: Chapter 8 Stop Drawing Aggro_1

"Mom, Mom."

Zhulan heard her little girl and quickly wiped her hands, "What's this, why are you crying? Tell Mom who's been bullying you."

Xue Han's little face was streaked with tears, "Mrs. Wu and the others said that Dad is not going to make it, hic."

Zhulan busily patted her daughter's back, the little girl was crying so hard she was hiccupping, "Don't listen to those idle gossips, your dad is doing fine!"

"Really?"

Zhulan smiled, "Really, Mom is brewing medicine for him right now!"

"Then I will go see Dad."

Zhulan hurriedly followed, then paused. It had only been a day, yet she accepted everything so naturally, really taking herself for a mother. Entering the room, Xue Han cautiously touched her husband's head and sniffed, "Dad, get well soon."

Zhulan stroked her daughter's hair, feeling warmth in her heart. The original text had made no small effort to vilify this child, but upon actual contact, the child had a kind heart and was filial, "Don't disturb your dad now, come, Mom has saved a meat bun for you."

Swallowing her saliva, Xue Han stopped crying and looked longingly at the meat bun, then at her father, who was still unconscious on the kang bed, and shook her head "Dad's sick, give it to Dad to eat."

Zhulan's heart melted completely and she gave it to her daughter, "Your dad is sick and can't eat anything too greasy, so you eat it!"

Only then did Xue Han take it, her eyes bending, "Thank you, Mom. Have you eaten?"

"Sweetie, Mom has eaten, now you eat."

Xue Han was about to leave with the bun when Zhulan quickly stopped her, "Don't give the bun to Third Sister, just eat it yourself."

Xue Han blinked, "Mom, Third Sister was beaten so badly she can't get off the kang. If it weren't for my corn cakes, the Wang family wouldn't have had anything to feed her."

Zhulan listened, her heart aching with discomfort. So, it seemed like Xue Han had at least saved Third Sister's, no, Wang Ru's life. Why was she not remembered for the good later on? "Mom knows you have a good heart, but there has to be a limit, right? Giving her corn cakes won't attract attention, but giving her a meat bun won't even reach her mouth before she might get beaten again. Think about it, will Third Sister be able to keep it?"

Xue Han thought for a bit, "The corn cakes were eaten secretly this morning. I was even questioned by Granny Wang when I left. Mom, I'll listen to you, I won't go."

"That's my good girl. Go on then."

"Okay!"

Zhulan was pleased her daughter hadn't attracted any hatred and hadn't wasted food on an ungrateful person, she couldn't help but hum a song.

Then she jumped, startled—her original husband had opened his eyes at some point and was staring straight at her with a somewhat unsettling gaze. Zhulan felt timid, "Awake, are you? I'll go make your medicine right now."

Saying this, she ran out quickly, calling out to her eldest daughter-in-law, "Your dad's awake, hurry up and boil some hot water to make some rice porridge."

Lady Li was startled and bit her tongue while sneaking a bite, her speech a bit slurred, "Okay, okay, Mom."

Zhulan, "..."

She silently repeated to herself three times that they were just making a fuss because they were poor before she calmed down. She really couldn't stand the sight of Lady Li sneaking food.

Zhulan sat on a little stool, staring at the clay pot, her mind uneasy. Her husband's behavior was very strange. According to the original memories, they were a couple since their youth and had weathered storms together, their love as solid as iron. But today, her husband's eyes didn't seem right, not like those of a husband toward his wife, more like a stranger's.

This thought gave Zhulan a fright, and she grew increasingly uneasy. Could he have discovered she wasn't the original owner of this body?

Then she thought again that can't be right. She hadn't had any contact with her husband since morning, the only time being when he was still unconscious. Recalling carefully, it seemed her husband had been acting strange since morning. And there was what the doctor had said about him having many worries—it set her mind racing with speculations, and once the thoughts started, she couldn't calm them.

Lady Li shouted, "Mom, the rice porridge is ready."

"I know, make sure you control your mouth. If I catch you stealing food again, you'll see how I'll deal with you. Got it?"

"Got it, Mom."


บท 9: Chapter 9 Talking About the Owed Life_1

Zhulan's medicine was ready, and she poured it out before scooping up a bowl of rice porridge. After washing the only spoon in the house, a suspicion crept into her mind as she carried the medicine and porridge back to the main room.

Upon entering, Zhulan noticed shoes on the ground, an indication that someone had gotten up, likely to use the bathroom. The thought of the bathroom made her feel nauseous; she had never used a rural outhouse before. Public restrooms were a rarity for her, and in ancient times, feces were collected. With a pit next to the outhouses and having just endured summer, the smell was pungent and overwhelming. She tried to stop thinking about it, as it only made her feel worse.

"Awake?"

Unfortunately, there was no answer; the person on the kang bed still had their eyes closed.

Zhulan didn't take it to heart. Instead, her suspicions continued to grow as she slowly blew on the cooling rice porridge. Finally, she spoke up, "You haven't eaten in nearly a day. Get up and eat something to pad your stomach before you drink the medicine."

The eyes of the person on the kang fluttered but they remained silent, not opening their eyes, though the grumbling of their stomach was particularly loud.

Zhulan, seeing her husband's ears turn red and with a curling smile, brought the spoon to his lips, "It's cooled down, drink!"

The person on the kang could no longer feign sleep and opened their eyes, pursing their lips and staring at the spoon, then at the bowl. Zhulan said indifferently, "It's been washed with hot water."

Zhou Shuren's eyes flickered as he hummed an acknowledgment and drank the porridge from the spoon. Then he said, "I can drink by myself."

Zhulan was relieved she didn't have to attend to someone else, so she passed the bowl to him.

Her mood was genuinely good right now; she suspected that the man with her had also transmigrated. As for who it might be, it had to be the man who had played her. She guessed that he'd realized she wasn't the original owner of the body, probably because she let her guard down while humming happily. She felt more at ease now and even had the mood to watch him eat porridge.

Lady Li called out from outside, "Mother, the lard is rendered. What should we cook for dinner?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhulan remembered that since this was a novel and it was set in a fictional dynasty, vegetables were plentiful, even chili peppers which were only introduced in the late Ming dynasty were available. Thankfully it was fictional, because she had a strong preference for spicy food, which she couldn't indulge in right now as she needed to nourish her body, "Let's stew some cabbage, add plenty of oil to replenish our needs, and put some cracklings in tonight's pancakes."

Lady Li replied cheerfully, "Got it, mother."

Zhulan thought that she, like her mother-in-law, also wanted to be a good mother-in-law. She'd never made life difficult for her daughter-in-law. Although she managed the household expenses, she wasn't miserly and didn't watch their every move. Thinking of her own mother-in-law, Zhulan's gaze flickered.

The raspy voice became a bit smoother, "Is there any more?"

Zhulan looked at the nearly empty bowl, "Yes, just wait."

As she went to get more porridge, Zhulan glanced at the oil jar and the cracklings, nodding in satisfaction. Lady Li was good with measurements. When she returned to the bedroom, the bowl of medicine was empty.

Zhulan raised her eyebrows and handed him the bowl, "There's more porridge in the clay jar, enough for you to eat."

"Mm."

Zhulan watched the man with his head down eating porridge and let out a light chuckle, "You're not scared that I might have poisoned the medicine, yet you drink so readily."

Zhou Shuren stiffened. He hadn't considered that possibility. From the moment she had left and come back in, he knew he couldn't hide anything—the truth must have slipped out. He hadn't figured out how to broach the topic and hadn't thought that a secret known by one is a secret but a secret known by two is not. He wondered if she would really poison him.

But then he felt reassured and continued to eat his porridge. After finishing and feeling something in his stomach, he felt stronger and looked up, "You wouldn't."

Zhulan arched an eyebrow. She had been deliberate with her words. A stranger had come into her home, and it was only natural to probe and prepare herself, knowing what kind of person she was dealing with. The fact that he hadn't reacted angrily gave her some confidence in trusting him, "Now, can we talk about the life you owe me?"


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