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

Fang Qin threw the chicken away and walked away, leaving Xie Xinghua standing there alone. Her eyes fell on the chicken with a twisted neck and blood stains on the corners of its mouth. She couldn't help but wonder: Could this chicken be stolen? But this thought only flashed through her mind. After all, she was never a nosy person.

So, Xie Xinghua took a deep breath, picked up the chicken, and walked straight to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Xie Xinghua's movements appeared skillful and orderly.

She first boiled a pot of water, carefully dipped the chicken in, quickly plucked its feathers, and then carefully cleaned the internal organs. Every step showed her familiarity with this housework.

Then she chopped the chicken into small, even pieces, put it into a clay pot, added water and simmered it.

Although her cooking skills could not be called superb, it didn't take long for the rich aroma of chicken soup to quietly fill the entire kitchen, making everyone salivate.

Xie Xinghua licked her dry lips unconsciously, and a hint of bitterness rose in her heart.

Indeed, she had not tasted meat for a long time, and faced with this temptation, her reason began to waver.

Thinking that the chicken had been chopped up and mixed in the soup, a bold idea flashed through her mind: if she tasted a few bites quietly, no one would notice, right? Perhaps, as long as she avoided the conspicuous chicken head, wings, and claws and quietly took a small bowl, she could satisfy her long-standing desire for meat.

After making sure that no one was paying attention, Xie Xinghua looked around stealthily, quickly scooped up a small bowl of meat, and carefully checked again to make sure that there was no one outside, then hurried back to her room.

She told the children to keep quiet and walked out the door as if nothing had happened, intending to conceal the truth.

However, fate always seems to play some big or small jokes.

As soon as Xie Xinghua went out, she ran into Fang Qin who was walking in. At that moment, she felt flustered, but on the surface she still tried to maintain the illusion of calmness.

The two met unexpectedly at the kitchen door. Fang Qin's eyes were sharp, as if she could see through everything. She looked at Xie Xinghua with a hint of suspicion in her tone: "Shouldn't you be in the kitchen watching over the chicken soup? Why did you run into the house?"

Xie Xinghua was prepared and replied calmly: "It's your elder brother who wet his pants again. I went back to help him change into clean ones."

Fang Qin frowned when she heard this, and a look of disgust flashed across her face.

"Don't touch my things with your dirty hands. Get out of the way."

Fang Qin gave the order impatiently, and Xie Xinghua quickly stepped aside. She watched anxiously as Fang Qin opened the lid of the pot and stirred gently with a spoon. Her heart beat faster, fearing that something would be discovered.

Fang Qin carefully selected the chicken head, buttocks, sternum, claws and other parts that were not easily confused, put them into another bowl, and scooped some soup at random, then told Xie Xinghua: "Send these to the old lady."

Only then did Xie Xinghua secretly breathe a sigh of relief, as it seemed her secret had not been discovered.

She carefully carried the bowl of specially selected "gift" to Zhao's room.

After placing the bowl gently on Zhao's desk and simply informing her that it was a gift from her third brother's wife, Xie Xinghua hurried away. She knew very well that the contents of the bowl were very scarce, and if she delayed any further, she would probably be blamed again.

When I walked into the room, I saw her three daughters sitting around the bowl of rare chicken, their eyes flashing with desire, but none of them were willing to pick up their chopsticks.

"Mom, come quickly."

The youngest daughter called out, her voice full of anticipation.

The third girl urged gently in the house in her soft and anxious voice, with an imperceptible care and worry hidden in her tone.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xinghua closed the door quietly so as not to disturb the neighbors, and then slowly walked into the inner room, revealing a bit of gentleness and caution in her steps.

"Why don't you eat?"

She asked softly, her voice as gentle as the breeze blowing across your cheek on a spring day, full of maternal kindness and warmth.

"Waiting for mother to join me."

The eldest brother looked up, childish persistence gleaming in his eyes, and answered softly.

His voice was small but firm, revealing his endless attachment and respect for his mother.

These words were like a warm current that instantly flowed through Xie Xinghua's heart, warm yet slightly sour.

She smiled slightly, picked up a piece of meat, tasted it carefully, and then said to the child gently: "Mom has eaten it, you sisters can share the rest."

The words were full of love and reluctance, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the softest place in the heart.

"Mom, give me another piece."

At this time, the second brother held the chopsticks tightly in his hand and carefully handed over a piece of meat, his eyes full of expectation and innocence.

Xie Xinghua looked at the child's expectant eyes, her heart full of pity. In the end, she couldn't bear to refuse this small request, so she had to accept it.

The amount of meat was limited, and there were so many people in the family that each person could only get a few pieces, and most of it was just the soup with a few pieces of minced meat floating in it.

Xie Xinghua did not forget anyone and carefully fed the soup and minced meat to the frail Jiang Wangshan bit by bit. Her actions were full of the delicacy and tenderness unique to a mother.

After the meal, she silently washed the dishes and put them back in place one by one without a sound. The whole process seemed like a quiet picture. Every step seemed so calm, yet full of deep maternal love.

When Jiang Xunzhong saw the bowl with only a few pieces of meat left in it that Xie Xinghua brought back, he hurriedly helped Zhao, who was immersed in grief.

Zhao was exhausted both physically and mentally by Jiang Youfu's sudden death. She barely drank any water for several days and lost a lot of weight.

Seeing the scattered minced meat in the bowl, Zhao's mouth trembled slightly, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, and then she spat and said coldly: "This cruel woman."

There was both resentment and helplessness in his words.

Although she complained, deep down in her heart, she couldn't ignore the hard-earned food. She finally drank the bowl of broth with all her might and started eating after a long absence.

This whole scene was silently watched by Jiang Xunzhong who was standing nearby.

After Zhao had eaten a little, Jiang Xunzhong spoke slowly, his tone calm but revealing a hint of determination: "Youfu is gone, and we can't rely on the first wife. We should be nicer to the second wife. After all, we may have to rely on them in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao looked up suddenly, his eyes filled with sarcasm and disdain.

"Don't think I can't see your little tricks. Aren't you worried about the bloodline left by that short-lived guy? Although Youfu is gone, I still have Dazhuang. Why should I be so servile as to please a cripple?"

The words are sharp and every word is stinging.

"Listen carefully to me. If I find out that you take things from home to them again, you will be in trouble!" Zhao's words were like a sharp blade, flashing with cold light.

Jiang Xunzhong originally wanted to discuss the matter calmly, but faced with Zhao's aggressiveness, he gradually lost his patience.