My delicate husband

Xu Tingsong has been very unlucky recently. He is always beaten on the head when he walks on the street. The key is that he is beaten so hard that his whole body hurts, but there are no visible marks on his body.

Xu Tingsong didn't believe it at first, but he asked Guo Ge'er to help check several times, but still nothing was found. Guo Ge'er became a little impatient, so he had to give up.

But it was really painful to sleep at night, and he couldn't fall asleep all night. Guo Ge'er was heavy-handed when he got up, and he would get angry when he was woken up. Xu Tingsong could only bear it, and his eyes were red.

In addition, Xu Tingsong was particularly unlucky. He was always bumped into when walking on the road, splashed with water when passing by other people's doors, the stalls he liked were always snatched away, he was accidentally hit by bricks when decorating his house, and even the clothes he hung out to dry disappeared. There were so many of these things that Xu Tingsong was almost nervously exhausted.

Guo Ge'er was also frightened when he saw Xu Tingsong's half-human, half-ghost appearance, and suggested taking people to the temple to worship.

"Brother Song, shall we go to the temple to pray?"

"Brother Guo, I'm a little sleepy, let me sleep for a while."

Xu Tingsong could now fall asleep while standing and was reluctant to go to the temple. He even doubted that he could reach the temple smoothly with his current physical condition, but he couldn't persuade Guo Ge'er, so he agreed to go.

The two arrived at the temple on the outskirts of the city and everything went smoothly. Xu Tingsong was relieved. This was the first time in some time that he had gone out so smoothly.

However, the temple is halfway up the mountain, and there are about a hundred steps to climb up. There are not many people on the steps. Xu Tingsong rarely relaxes and looks at the surrounding scenery, which is quite beautiful.

He didn't pay attention to his feet and failed to worship the Buddha. He rolled down the stairs, broke his leg, and fell into a coma. Guo Ge'er was scared and cried. Fortunately, a kind passerby helped send him to the pharmacy for treatment.

"Doctor, how is my husband?"

"His pulse is a bit strange, he must have internal injuries. His leg needs to be properly healed and the bone needs to be re-set. If all goes well, he'll have to stay in bed for a year or so."

"Is it that serious? How much will the treatment cost?"

"It's quite serious. It's estimated to cost several dozen taels."

Guo Ge'er was also a little confused. He didn't bring that much money, so he could only ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine first and then rent a ox cart to take the person home.

When Xu Tingsong woke up, it was already dark. He hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. When he was about to stretch, he found that he couldn't move his legs.

"Brother Guo, what's wrong with me? Why can't I move my legs?"

"Brother Song, you fell down the stone steps and hurt your leg?"

"Brother Guo, will I be disabled from now on?"

"No, it can be cured, but you will have to stay in bed for half a year."

Hearing this news, Xu Tingsong was relieved. He knew that Zhang Xiaomo would not let him go in the short term, so it would be nice to lie in bed and recuperate for half a year.

"Brother Song, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Brother Guo, I don't blame you, I just didn't pay attention to my step."

Guo Ge'er can't cook, but he can make porridge. He cooked white porridge. It was the first time Xu Tingsong tasted porridge made by Guo Ge'er and he thought it was quite delicious. It had been a long time since anyone made porridge for him.

"Brother Song, I'll bring the medicine to you when it's ready."

"Thank you for your hard work, Guo Ge'er. The porridge you made is delicious."

"Brother Song, as long as you like it."

Xu Tingsong did not expect that in the next week, he would have to eat white porridge every day, without even any pickles. It was already very uncomfortable to drink the bitter Chinese medicine every day, and then drink the tasteless white porridge, which Xu Tingsong found a bit difficult to swallow.

"Brother Guo, how about we not have porridge tomorrow?"

"Brother Song, don't you like porridge?"

"I want to eat something else, is that okay?"

"Ok."

Seeing how pitiful Xu Tingsong was, Guo Ge'er really couldn't bear to refuse his request. After all, he had learned cooking from Aunt Li and Lan An for so long, so he should be better than before.

Guo Ge'er fiddled in the kitchen for a long time. The kitchen was filled with black smoke and the neighbors thought there was a fire. Guo Ge'er came out carrying a few pots of food. Although Guo Ge'er was covered in dust, the food looked quite appetizing.

"Are you Song Hanzi's new wife?"

"Auntie, is something wrong?"

"You're not good at cooking."

Guo Ge'er just smiled. Xu Tingsong was quite pleased to see the food Guo Ge'er brought. Fortunately, he married a good husband.

"Brother Song, I made a few dishes for you to try."

Xu Tingsong looked at the food and felt somewhat normal, so he was also looking forward to it. However, after taking the first bite, the expression on his face was indescribable. He felt that it was weird. It wasn't unpalatable, but the taste was very strange.

Xu Tingsong didn't think much about it and ate a lot, but he vomited and had diarrhea that night. Because he couldn't move his legs and feet, it was the first time he experienced incontinence. He was in a mess and finally collapsed. Thinking about the feeling, he shed tears.

People who had never cried after going through so much before were also moved to tears by Guo Ge'er's meals. Xu Songting, who was originally only supposed to lie in bed for half a year, was half dead after this ordeal.

Guo Ge'er cried in the middle of the night and went to the doctor for diagnosis and prescription. The doctor asked him many times what he had eaten recently and found out that it was normal food. He also tested for poison and fortunately there was no poison.

The doctor could only repeatedly remind Guo Ge'er to just cook some porridge for Xu Tingsong in the future. If he wanted to buy food, he could go to the market and buy some. Guo Ge'er also repeatedly promised that he would never cook casually again.

The surrounding neighbors were also awakened by the noise from the Xu family, and all kinds of rumors about the Xu family spread, mainly saying that Guo Ge'er was an unlucky star and would bring bad luck to her husband, and some even said that Guo Ge'er had an affair and murdered her husband.

Despite going through so much, there is no crack in their relationship. This is the case of fitting the pot with the lid.

When Zhang Xiaomo learned about this, his anger subsided a little, and he let Xu Tingsong go for the time being.

It would be boring to kill everyone at once. They have a long time to live. It is best to give them some hope before letting them despair.