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"Who calls himself a man?"
Chen Ruolan thought her younger son was just tired and didn’t think much of it. "Just leave him be; I'll put away the clothes and come back."
Qi Rong sighed, feeling dejected as he returned to the house.
During dinner that evening, Qi Rong quickly finished his meal and headed to the backyard for a bath.
"Qi Rong, taking a cold shower right after eating will give you a stomachache. Use hot water instead," Yu Chunmiao called out with concern.
"I don't need it," Qi Rong shouted back.
Qi Chong said sternly, "If I tell you to use hot water, then use it! Don't make me punish you."
Hastily, Qi Rong returned and scooped half a bucket of hot water from the pot.
Yu Chunmiao asked her mother-in-law, "Mother, let me see the prescription from yesterday."
Chen Ruolan went into the house and returned with the prescription. Yu Chunmiao scanned the elegant handwriting until she found the two characters for Banxia.
"Haha! Mother, look! This is what I found—Banxia!"
Chen Ruolan handed the prescription to her son. "Can you read? Don’t misread it; let Qi Chong take a look."
Qi Chong put down his chopsticks and took the prescription, reading aloud: "Chen Pi, rock candy, Chuan Bei, Zi Yuan, Banxia... Yes, there is Banxia."
"Can you really read?" Chen Ruolan asked closely. Yu Chunmiao’s eyes darted between the two of them as they awaited her answer.
"I—I can read a bit; my mother taught me quite a lot when I was young."
"My mother has passed away; you can ask her through burning paper."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ruolan clasped her hands together and murmured towards the ceiling, "Brother Zheng, bless me with a good daughter."
Qi Chong interjected, "Daughter? Isn’t she your daughter-in-law?"
Chen Ruolan shot her son a glare. "Didn’t you say you didn’t want one?"
Yu Chunmiao felt pleased with her clever evasion, completely unaware that the mother and son were exchanging glances filled with unspoken communication.
"The bone broth is simmered perfectly; it’s delicious!" Yu Chunmiao praised casually, feeling good.
Qi Chong said softly, "If it’s good, drink more."
Yu Chunmiao shook her head. "No way; if I drink too much, I'll be up all night. I’m afraid of snakes."
"Call me when you wake up at night, and I'll keep you company." Qi Chong's romantic brainwave burst forth, an idea that inexplicably popped into his mind.
Chen Ruolan smiled, grateful to her husband, who had always accompanied her to the toilet every night.
Yu Chunmiao glanced up at Qi Chong, who was both handsome and considerate—truly a husband chosen by fate. She shyly nodded, indicating that this was settled.
Chen Ruolan watched as her son's lips curled into a spring-like smile, looking utterly unambitious, but she liked it.
With the long summer days, Yu Chunmiao finished dinner and washed her hair. The original owner's long hair, black and silky, reached down to her waist. Without a hairdryer, it was difficult to dry.
After wiping herself down with hot water in the room, her hair was still damp. The sky darkened, and unable to sleep, she sat on the bed, drying her hair while lost in thought.
In modern times, Yu Chunmiao enjoyed singing; however, the original owner's voice was too soft and delicate. She attempted to sing some simple nursery rhymes.
"What a beautiful Jasmine, fragrant and lovely on every branch. So sweet and praised by all. With my heart, I’ll pick one to wear."
The brothers next door each had their own thoughts.
Qi Chong remarked, "She likes Jasmine."
Qi Rong replied, "Isn't that right? How can I say it without getting punched by my brother? Or should I just say it!"
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