I was sold when I opened my eyes! My sick and disabled husband comforts me every night after he wake

Mo Ning couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Every dress worn by the empresses in the palace cost hundreds of taels of silver. Only ordinary people would think that a dress worth two taels was expensive!

He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to her.

"When I have money in the future, I will definitely buy you the best, even better than what the empresses in the palace wear."

Although his words were unrealistic, Lan Zhi still smiled knowingly.

“I’m happy that you have this thought. But I also think that sooner or later I will be able to afford clothes that cost two taels each. I’ll buy you two then, so that you won’t be looked down upon by that snobbish landlady.”

Mo Ning stared blankly at her, feeling a pang of sadness as she recalled how wronged she looked when the landlady discriminated against her.

In the past, every piece of clothing he owned was worth hundreds of taels of silver; back then, he never cared about money.

But now, this woman who takes such good care of him can't even afford a two-ounce piece of clothing. He hates his own powerlessness and also realizes the hardships of being a person at the bottom of society.

Lan Zhi chuckled again, and then said:

"By the way, guess what? On the way back, that old woman Wang and Aunt Hu from the east end actually tried to persuade me to remarry and even wanted to introduce me to men. Do you know what kind of men they introduced me to?"

She casually recounted the interesting things that happened to her that day, but he felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

It is indeed unfair to make her serve him; even if she remarries, it would be justified.

"One wants to introduce me to a middle-aged man who has lost his wife, and the other wants to introduce me to a woman who can be my stepmother as soon as she walks into the house. Isn't that ridiculous?"

As she spoke, she looked up at him and noticed his unpleasant expression. She quickly explained...

"I... I just thought it was funny and wanted to tell you. You won't think anything of it, will you?"

Mo Ning shook his head awkwardly.

"No, they're all doing this for your own good. It's really unfair to make you take care of a useless person like me."

Lan Zhi put down the dumplings in her hand, rolled out the dough, and said nonchalantly:

"If you get angry so easily, I won't tell you about anything fun that happens in the future."

"don't want. "

He was terrified that she would stop paying attention to him. Sitting with her and chatting like this today made him feel that he was still alive and a normal person.

“I’ve been bedridden for five years and know nothing about the outside world. I find it very interesting that you’re telling me these things today. I’m not angry, but I feel bad that you’re taking care of me.”

"Didn't I tell you? You haven't wronged me in any way. Anyway, I have nowhere else to go. Here, I have food and drink, and I can have shelter from the wind and rain. When I help you stand up, you'll feel sorry for me, and then you can repay me properly!"

She didn't stop what she was doing, but she spoke of it casually.

Mo Ning felt as if he were listening to a book written in heaven, completely bewildered.

He didn't believe he could still stand up now. If that day ever came, let alone repaying her, what did it matter if he took back the world that was rightfully his and shared it with her?

"Is it really possible for me... to stand up again?"

He had asked himself this question countless times, but in the end, reality denied it all.

After Lan Zhi finished wrapping a dumpling and put it down, she rubbed her slightly itchy ear with her elbow and nodded firmly.

"As long as you believe in me, I can do it."

Her gaze made him momentarily dazed.

He glanced at the sky and suddenly a greedy thought popped into his head.

Even if he can never stand up again in his life, with this woman by his side, like now, chatting with him about everyday things, wouldn't life still be interesting?

"Sit here for a while, I'll go cook dumplings. We'll eat out today."

His thoughts were interrupted by her soft voice. He turned to look at her, and she was already deftly carrying a tray full of dumplings toward the kitchen.

This kind of down-to-earth life filled him with a sudden warmth.

A moment later, she came out smiling, carrying two plates of dumplings, still talking as she spoke.

"The dumplings are here, but I forgot to buy soy sauce and garlic. I'll just use salt and some water as a substitute!"

She moved very quickly, and he wanted to reach out to help her, but his crippled hand was completely powerless.

She put down the dumplings, then got chopsticks and salt water, sat down in front of him again, picked up a dumpling and put it in the empty bowl in front of him, broke the dumpling in half, blew on it, and fed it to him.

This action is as careful as a mother feeding a bewildered child.

He opened his mouth somewhat shyly and gently chewed the dumplings she had made.

He had been eating thin porridge for five years and had long forgotten what other things tasted like.

Upon tasting this half dumpling for the first time, he felt that he had eaten the most delicious food in the world. He even greedily closed his eyes slightly to savor the flavor.

Only after she had eaten half a dumpling did she quietly ask,

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

He nodded hastily.

"Delicious, the best I've ever tasted."

She suddenly laughed.

"And before? You've never eaten dumplings before?"

before?

Of course he's eaten them, and he can eat them whenever he wants. It's just that the taste of those foods has become so bland and uninteresting to him.

"I've had dumplings before, but none of them tasted as good as yours."

She took his compliments as mere flattery.

She stuffed another half dumpling into his mouth and chuckled:

"No need to flatter me, this is my first time making this too. If you like it, we can make it often in the future, it will be good for your health."

"But we don't have much silver."

He knew the family's financial situation better than anyone else. This meal of dumplings, with both meat and noodles, was much more expensive than eating porridge.

Money is indeed a problem. How can two grown people survive without money?

"Let's just take it one day at a time. At least we won't starve right now."

She still hoped that Aunt Mo would come back in two months.

He enjoyed the dumplings very much, and even felt he had eaten a little too much.

She went to wash the dishes, but he suddenly felt the urge to urinate, which made him feel very embarrassed.

It wasn't until she returned from washing the dishes and saw his face flushed red that she asked him curiously.

Why are you sweating? Did you get sunburned?

He pursed his lips and shook his head vigorously.

She asked again,

"You seem very hot? Are you wearing too many clothes?"

He shook his head vigorously, then suddenly closed his eyes tightly, looking as if he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Suddenly, she thought of something and asked in surprise,

Do you need to poop?

He then nodded, his face flushed, and she quickly apologized, saying:

"Look at me, I've brought you out for ages and completely forgot you needed to use the restroom. If you feel the urge..."

She wanted to tell him that if he felt the urge to poop, he could just poop in his diaper, but she felt that saying that would hurt his pride.

She hurriedly ran towards her room, saying as she did so:

"Hold on for a bit, wait for me!"