The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

"Ayu, if... you don't mind that I'm much older than you, in the future, I will do my best to make you live a happy life..."

His words trembled slightly in the night, and his heartbeat was clearly audible in his chest like a war drum.

However, the only response he received was Su Yu's even and long breathing - she had fallen asleep without realizing it.

Jiang Ziling let out a breath, his heart filled with mixed feelings of loss and relief.

What is disappointing is that we did not get a timely response, but what is fortunate is that we have at least preserved the peace and harmony of this moment.

At dawn the next day, when the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds, Su Yu had already quietly stood up.

Today, she needed to go to Qingshui Town to handle some business and would not be back until the evening, so she had to prepare Jiang Ziling's meals for the day in advance.

The two vegetable plots in the backyard have now become her small territory, and the lush green vegetables have naturally become a part of her life of taking care of Jiang Ziling.

She carefully picked a few plump cucumbers, cut a handful of fresh leeks, and pulled out two graceful lettuces, preparing to use these fresh ingredients to cook delicious food.

Back in the kitchen, Su Yu skillfully lit a fire, washed the crystal clear white rice, and cut the sweet potatoes into even small pieces.

After everything was ready, she put all the ingredients into the ancient clay pot, added cool well water, placed it on the fire, and slowly boiled it, letting the warm smoke rise slowly and fill the entire room.

Considering Jiang Ziling's limited mobility, the traditional stove was too clumsy and inconvenient for him to use, so Su Yu specially selected a small stove.

First, she boiled a pot of water, then took out the flour and carefully sprinkled in a little salt to increase the toughness of the dough. The boiling hot water was slowly poured into the flour, and with the rapid stirring of chopsticks, the flour quickly gathered into soft dough.

As your hands continue to knead the dough, the originally loose dough gradually becomes smooth and elastic. Finally, put it aside to let it rise naturally, waiting for the magic of time to work.

While waiting for the dough to ferment, Su Yu carefully washed and chopped the leeks, and pickled the cucumbers and lettuce aside, adding a fresh and refreshing taste to lunch.

When the water boils again, she pours it into a wooden barrel for later use. Then, the hot oil jumps in the pot, heralding a new day that will begin with food and hope.

The oil jumped happily in the pan, making slight crackling sounds. In the interval, Su Yu held chopsticks and quickly cracked a few fresh eggs. Her movements were agile and precise. The moment the eggshells broke, the golden egg liquid slid into the porcelain bowl, coming into close contact with the air. She then stirred it with an even and forceful rhythm until the egg yolk and egg white were perfectly blended, presenting a soft light yellow color.

When the oil temperature rose to a suitable level, Su Yu flipped his wrist, and the egg liquid fell into the hot oil like a golden ribbon, instantly boiling into fine foam.

Holding the spatula, she skillfully spread the egg liquid lightly, and when it became fluffy and delicate, she quickly scooped it out. Her movements were clean and efficient. With the last stir-fry, the flame went out and a faint egg fragrance filled the kitchen.

Afterwards, Su Yu carefully cleaned the iron pot, filled it with oil again, and placed it on the fire. While letting the oil slowly heat up, she gently brought the spare firewood closer to ensure the stability of the fire.

When everything was ready, she stood up, eyes focused, and began to mix the perfect combination of leeks and eggs. The chopped leeks and fried eggs blended quickly under her hands, the seasoning was evenly sprinkled, the aroma was overflowing, and it was mouth-watering.

Taking a piece of soft dough, Su Yu gently kneaded it into a round shape in his palm, and then flattened it carefully. His movements were leisurely and elegant, as if he was completing a work of art.

She carefully placed the leek and egg fillings on the dough, pinched and pressed them deftly with her hands, sealed them tightly and then gently flattened them. Each leek box looked plump and tempting.

The oil temperature just reached 70% hot, and those well-made leek dumplings jumped into the pot one by one, accompanied by a pleasant sizzling sound. Su Yu held the spatula and pressed gently while frying to prevent them from expanding and deforming in the embrace of the oil, ensuring that each one was a golden and crispy delicacy.

Not more, not less, a total of twenty-three were fried, just the right number.

Thinking about it in her mind, Su Yu decided to select a part of it and give it to Xie Xinghua. Although there were some inexplicable barriers between them, after knowing the difficulties of Xie Xinghua's life, the grudge in her heart quietly resolved.

Moreover, for Jiang Ziling's face, she was willing to lend a helping hand. After all, the brotherhood was deep. Since Jiang Wangshan was unfortunately paralyzed, Jiang Ziling should have taken on the responsibility of taking care of his brother's family, but he himself was in trouble and had no time to take care of other things. Such family pressure was self-evident.

Taking into account the large population of the Xie family, Su Yu carefully prepared ten leek dumplings, two servings per person, hoping to bring them a little warmth and comfort.

When she arrived at the door of Xie's house, she was greeted by Daya's slightly immature but strong figure.

The girl's eyes were fixed on the bowl in Su Yu's hand, and she asked in an unexpectedly calm tone what he wanted.

"Second Aunt, what can I do for you?"

His words revealed a maturity and vigilance that was inconsistent with his age.

Su Yu responded gently, with a hint of concern in her eyes, "I brought you some food. Is your mother home?"

However, Daya's answer was straightforward, revealing her obvious alienation from the guests, "Mother is cleaning Dad's body, so it's not convenient for her to see guests. Second Aunt, please go back."

The hidden hostility in Daya's eyes did not escape Su Yu's eyes.

But this did not cause her displeasure. On the contrary, she faced Daya with a softer smile, "Daya, how is the effect of the ointment I gave you last time? Is your wound better?"

This sentence unexpectedly made Daya realize that the bottle of magic ointment her mother had brought home was actually from the hands of this shrewd second aunt. For a moment, her expression of wanting to keep a distance seemed a little at a loss.

"Much better, thank you, Second Aunt."

Daya thanked him in a low voice, with a hint of sincerity in her tone.

Su Yu gently handed the bowl to Daya and patiently explained, "You should know that Zhao is not your real grandmother, so she treated you like that. It has nothing to do with me. I brought you food today because your father and your second uncle are brothers. Your second uncle had difficulty walking and it was difficult for him to raise Xier alone, and it was difficult for him to take care of you. Now that I'm here, if there's anything delicious at home, I'll naturally think of you."

After these words, Daya's expression became subtle and she seemed to be shaken.

Su Yu struck while the iron was hot and continued to persuade: "Take it. Even if you don't eat it yourself, you shouldn't let your family starve with you, right?"