After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Xiao Bei walked to the door and bumped into Xiao Bai.

"Ouch! What are you busy with? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?" Zhang Qi'an scolded Xiao Bai from behind. He reeked of alcohol and his face was red.

"Young Master, please go and see Aunt Jiang." Xiao Bei glanced at the two of them and hurried away.

"Where have you been, fool?"

Mrs. Zhang heard the noise, walked out of the house, and looked at her son with disgust. Song Ruohuan followed closely behind her, smelled the alcohol, and turned away.

"Mom, what happened?"

"Hongmian had a miscarriage. Where have you been?"

"This……"

Zhang Qi'an was stunned for a moment, then sobered up a bit. He hurried to the bedroom. After a while, he heard crying sounds coming from the bedroom.

The little girl took out the dirty sheets and clothes, her face full of tears.

"Xiaodie, how do you serve your aunt?" Mrs. Zhang said angrily.

Xiaodie fell to her knees with a thud.

"Madam, the young master and the aunt have had many quarrels... Since this morning, the aunt has not been very well... It's none of my business!"

Mrs. Zhang widened her eyes, walked over, and slapped Xiaodie in the face with a "slap".

Ding Xirui and others in the yard were sweating profusely and wanted to go up and persuade them, but after all, it was someone else's family affair.

"You can't take good care of people, and you still dare to talk nonsense."

Xiaodie, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, was so frightened that she kowtowed in a daze: "Madam, Xiaodie did not lie."

"You dare to quibble!" Mrs. Zhang raised her hand and wanted to hit someone again, but was stopped by Song Ruohuan.

"Mom, don't be angry. It's come to this point. Beating her to death won't help. Besides..." She lowered her voice, "The doctor and my sisters are still here."

Mrs. Zhang came back to her senses and noticed several people in the yard. She forced a smile on her face. She looked at Song Ruohuan, took her hand and walked over to the people.

"I have something going on at home today, so I'm sorry for the poor reception."

"Madam Zhang, we won't bother you for now." Zheng Shihui bowed, "However, Sister Zhang is not feeling well right now and can't stand the fatigue and shock..."

"Don't worry, Miss Zheng. I'll let Ruohuan go back soon."

"Thank you, Madam Zhang."

A few people said goodbye with the maids. Ding Xirui looked back at Jiang Hongxiu's room and felt very unhappy.

In the room, Jiang Hongmian was crying. Zhang Qian was completely sober. He sat on the edge of the bed, at a loss, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.

Doctor Mo did not leave. He entered the room and gave Jiang Hongmian an acupuncture. After Xiao Bei came back with the medicine, he took the girl named Xiaodie to boil the medicine again, told her the precautions, and then said goodbye.

Mrs. Zhang sighed repeatedly, scolded Zhang Qi'an in a low voice, and kept repeating words like "useless" and "unpromising", which made Song Ruohuan feel overwhelmed. After muttering for a while, Mrs. Zhang stood up and went to the kitchen.

Song Ruohuan wanted to go forward to comfort her, but with her bulging belly, she was afraid that Jiang Hongmian might be emotionally unstable and accidentally bump into her.

After a while, the medicine was ready. Xiaodie walked into the house tremblingly holding the medicine.

"Aunt, take your medicine." She whispered.

Jiang Hongmian stood up slightly, somewhat unable to support herself, but Zhang Qian, who was standing beside her, just watched her without even noticing to use a pillow.

"Hey!" Song Ruohuan held the armrest of the chair and tried to stand up.

"Sister, please sit down and I will go."

Song Hanzhang said this, and walked over quickly, moving the quilt and pillow on the inside of the bed under Jiang Hongmian's body.

Zhang Qi'an on the side remained indifferent and just made way for him.

Song Ruohuan gritted his teeth and became more and more disappointed with the man in front of him.

Jiang Hongmian lay on the quilt with her eyes swollen. After taking the medicine, she gradually fell asleep.

After everyone went out and arrived at the main room, Zhang Qi'an turned his attention to Song Ruohuan. Looking at the bulging belly, he walked over and stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Song Ruohuan took a step back and glared at him. "Hongmian just lost her child. You should stay with her."

After Song Ruohuan finished speaking, he turned around and went to the kitchen.

Mrs. Zhang was scolding the cook, "Where did you go just now? Why weren't you home? The kitchen is a mess. I spent a lot of time looking for the clay pot when I was boiling some medicine just now."

The cook lowered her head and did not say anything.

"Your aunt is sick, and there's not even a chicken in the kitchen. What did you eat today?"

"Madam, Auntie didn't give me any money today. It's all left over from yesterday..."

"What?" Mrs. Zhang opened her mouth in anger.

"Mom, maybe she is not feeling well and doesn't have the energy to care about me." Song Ruohuan walked forward, she turned her head slightly and glanced at Xiaozhen.

Xiaozhen pouted, took out her purse, pulled out two pieces of silver and handed them to Song Ruohuan.

"Sister-in-law, please go to the market and buy a chicken, and some fresh vegetables and fruits. Your aunt needs to be well nourished." Song Ruohuan handed the silver to the cook.

"Yes." The cook took the silver and walked out the door quickly.

"Ruohuan, don't get tired, go back and rest first."

"Mom, I'll be right back. Go inside and have a drink of water first."

The two of them left the kitchen, and Song Hanzhang and Xiaozhen helped Song Ruohuan back home. In the main room, Zhang Qi'an was drinking tea by himself, and when he saw Madam Zhang come in, he quickly stood up.

"What's going on in this courtyard? You don't care about it." Mrs. Zhang said.

"Mom, I'm out here discussing business."

"What business are you talking about? You don't come back to visit all day."

"Mom, there's no point in coming back..."

"You! If you don't learn your lesson, I'll ask your father to come and beat you up!"

"Mother..." Zhang Qi'an poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mrs. Zhang respectfully.

"Hongmian is good-looking, honest, and obedient to you. Isn't that what you wanted in the beginning? What are you not satisfied with now?"

Zhang Qi'an curled his lips and said, "The people in the village are boring after all."

"You!" Mrs. Zhang raised her hand.

In the yard, Song Ruohuan hadn't walked far yet. She vaguely heard Zhang Qi'an's words and sneered. Xiaodie was washing clothes by the well, and half of her face was swollen.

"Hey! Xiaozhen, please bring some medicine to Xiaodie later."

"Yes."