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

The two words burst out from Zhao's mouth with unquestionable determination.

Jiang Xunzhong was unsteady and almost stumbled. He pointed at Zhao angrily and scolded, "What a crazy woman!"

The dissatisfaction and anger in his tone were obvious.

At this time, Xie Xinghua, who was inside the house, heard the sound and came over. She gently opened the door and first looked at Su Yu tenderly. She whispered with helplessness and a request, "Sister-in-law, I'm afraid I can only leave the matter of finding Daya to you."

Upon hearing this, Su Yu nodded slightly, with a tacit understanding in his eyes. He knew very well how difficult it was for Xie Xinghua to act under Zhao's nose.

Xie Xinghua straightened her back and approached Zhao step by step, her eyes revealing unprecedented determination and sharpness: "As long as Daya doesn't come home, the account between you and me will never be settled."

Facing Xie Xinghua's warning, Zhao sneered, with a look of disdain on her face: "What can you do to me?"

Her words were full of contempt and disregard for this daughter-in-law who was usually as docile as a sheep.

However, when Xie Xinghua raised her hand slightly, Zhao subconsciously dodged and threatened in a sharp voice: "If you dare to touch a hair on my body, I will immediately report you to the authorities and accuse you of being unfilial and make you infamous!"

Xie Xinghua raised a cold smile, and gently brushed the hair beside her ears with her fingertips. Then she instantly put on an innocent expression: "Mother-in-law's words are really incomprehensible. Why would I do that?"

Changing the subject, Xie Xinghua said sarcastically, "Speaking of reporting to the police, I really have to remind you. Remember Fang Qin also shouted that she wanted to report to the police? What was the result? The county magistrate could tell right from wrong. Do you dare to report such a case? Do you dare to sue me in court?"

These words made Zhao feel shaken.

Yes, even though Fang Qin appealed despite being injured, she failed to bring down Su Yu. Instead, she suffered the consequences of her own actions and ended up with... If she really reported the case to the police, who in the village would sincerely support her?

Zhao knew very well that his actions had long been exposed.

She waved her hands impatiently, "Get out of the way, everyone, don't get in the way, go make me a bowl of noodles, I'm almost fainting from hunger."

She still put on a condescending attitude, believing that even if Xie Xinghua was indignant in her heart, it was only a verbal protest, and that at heart she was still the weakling who was easily manipulated.

Xie Xinghua didn't say much, but turned around and walked into the kitchen silently, but the haze in her eyes had not dissipated, as if hiding a deeper determination.

Su Yu saw all this and his heart couldn't help but tense up.

She was worried that Xie Xinghua, in extreme anger, would do something extreme towards Zhao, which could be a serious crime that could result in her death.

There was an obvious look of contempt on Zhao's face, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, as if it was a silent provocation to Xie Xinghua, revealing her deep inner confidence - confidence that Xie Xinghua would never dare to go against her wishes, even in the slightest.

Seeing this, Su Yu hurried forward and gently pulled Xie Xinghua's sleeve with one hand, his eyes full of worry and pleading, and whispered: "Changping and the children are counting on you, don't do something that you will regret just for the sake of a breath of air."

Her words were gentle but firm, like a spring breeze blowing through one's heart, making one feel a little calmer involuntarily.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Although Xie Xinghua's voice was calm, the determination contained in it was unquestionable.

After saying that, she turned and walked into the kitchen. Her back looked unusually determined, as if she was announcing to everyone that no matter how bumpy the road ahead was, she would move forward courageously.

Zhao's gaze was as sharp as a sword, fixed on Su Yu. There was a flame of anger burning in her eyes, but she could only bury this anger deep in her heart.

She knew very well that if there was a head-on confrontation, whether in a duel of physical strength or a verbal battle, she would be no match for this clever woman.

So, she swore secretly in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface, with only a sneer on the corner of her mouth, as if to say: "We'll see."

Just when the atmosphere was tense, Jiang Ziling's cheerful voice came from outside the door: "Breakfast is ready, everyone come and eat."

These words were like a ray of sunshine in the early morning, instantly dispelling the gloom in the room.

"coming."

Su Yu responded, turned and walked into the house, with a trace of concern for his family in his heart.

She knew that Xier had stayed up too late last night and must still be sleeping, so she did not disturb her sweet dream.

At the dining table, only Su Yu and Jiang Ziling sat opposite each other, and the air was filled with an indescribable warmth and harmony.

Time seemed to have slowed down here. The awkwardness between the two had long disappeared, replaced by the naturalness and tacit understanding like old friends.

Jiang Ziling was silently enjoying this rare tranquility, while Su Yu, with his open-minded personality, did not notice this subtle change and continued to chat and laugh.

In the kitchen, Xie Xinghua skillfully cooked a large pot of noodles, served herself a bowl first, and ate it in big mouthfuls, as if she was gathering up the courage to fight against life.

Then she carefully carried three large bowls of steaming noodles on a tray and walked lightly back to the room.

Her plan gradually took shape in her mind - instead of rushing for success and letting the Zhao family take advantage of her to exploit her, it would be better to retreat and use patience and wisdom to exchange for the ultimate victory.

When Erya and Sanya saw the noodles in their mother's hands, their eyes widened in disbelief.

In the past, the food we could get was always pitifully little, and even the whole family could barely fill their stomachs when sitting together.

"Mom, there are so many noodles. Will grandma be angry if she knows?"

Erya asked timidly, holding chopsticks in her hand but hesitant to move.

San Ya was different. An innocent smile filled her little face. She picked up the chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls, enjoying this rare delicacy.

Xie Xinghua touched Erya's head lovingly and comforted her, "It's okay, baby, eat quickly. When you're full, we still have to send some to Dad."

Encouraged by her mother, Erya finally felt relieved and started to eat voraciously.

Xie Xinghua carried the empty plate, slowly walked out of the room, crossed the yard, and deliberately made a long detour before returning to the kitchen.

The noodles in the pot appear swollen due to being soaked for too long. They look like a full bowl on the surface, but in fact it is the water that makes them look full, but they actually provide little nutrition.

Xie Xinghua now has a stronger determination to fight for a better life for her family.

She mixed the seasonings deftly, carefully adjusting the proportion of each spice, as if she was concocting a symphony of taste.

Under her skillful hands, this pasta gradually became infused with the warmth and delicacy of life, as if it were truly endowed with a soul.

Then, she carefully put the pasta, which carried her heart's desire, on a plate and walked towards the elders' house with firm steps.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling mottled light on the path, but it seemed unable to illuminate the haze in her heart.

As soon as I reached the door, a burst of angry words pierced through the air and hit my eardrums.