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She slept for two whole days. Qi Chong took care of her by changing the hot water bottle and preparing Jiu Jiang Dan and Sweet Egg. Qi Yuan even found time to make a trip to the town to buy two chickens. Although there were chickens for sale in the village, the Qi family preferred not to buy from there.
On the third day, Yu Chunmiao felt much better and decided to get up and try out the new stove. However, no one in the family would let her do anything; they all pushed her back into the house. Qi Rong, with flour on her hands and face, insisted, "Sister-in-law, I can do plenty of things! I can grind flour in the morning, study in the afternoon, and even go gather two baskets of herbs."
Qi Yuan added, "Mother can watch one stove while my brother and I take care of another. There’s still plenty of work left; you should rest for a couple more days."
Yu Chunmiao couldn't help but start crying, which made Qi Chong feel a bit choked up. "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, it’s just that you all are too good to me; I’m so touched." She cried for a moment before breaking into laughter, her mixed emotions causing the whole family to chuckle.
It wouldn’t be accurate to say that Yu Chunmiao had never experienced the warmth of family. The original owner’s Qi Qin and her grandmother had brought familial affection into her childhood. But those memories felt incomplete and lacking. The care from this family made her appreciate it even more.
After much insistence from her, everyone agreed that Yu Chunmiao could only do tasks that didn’t involve cold water, and she was allowed to rest whenever she felt tired.
Today, a cart arrived at the Qi family home, bringing with it a large wooden basin. Two workers unloaded the goods and said, "Starting tomorrow, there will be two carts coming. The boss said that Ice Chilled Xian Cao Mi with Gui Zhi Mi is highly recommended—even the doctor approves."
The workers also brought a jar of Gui Zhi Mi along with various snacks: "This is what the boss asked us to bring as a treat for you."
Qi Rong rushed forward to hug the honey jar while carrying the snacks, not forgetting to say thank you.
With five stove burners, they could produce forty basins in a day. Even if Qi Rong went out every day to gather herbs, it wouldn’t be enough. Yu Chunmiao planned to have Qi Yuan take a basket to town for purchasing supplies.
"If you encounter anyone selling herbs, ask them to gather more—just say it's for medicine; we’ll need them long-term."
Qi Yuan took on the task of running errands and purchasing supplies, which was quite simple for him.
One day, Yu Chunmiao went to the bathroom and discovered that her period had finally ended. She could finally soak in the bathtub! For the past few days, Chen Ruolan had been watching her closely, only allowing her to wipe herself down. She missed taking a shower!
That evening, as she was held by Qi Chong, his warm hand rested on her stomach, gently pressing down. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.
Yu Chunmiao whispered something in his ear, and suddenly, the man's expression darkened. Xiao Xiao Chong's demeanor shifted dramatically, resembling a furious beast. Their lips met, and his hands were no longer as restrained as before.
Yu Chunmiao was taken aback by his fervor; the feeling of suffocation made her want to escape. She didn't even realize when her clothes were undone, and everything flowed freely between them. In the dimly lit room, their silhouettes intertwined.
What one learns from books is always superficial; true understanding comes from personal experience. Qi Chong felt like a caged beast; despite having the delicate doe right in front of him, he couldn't grasp it.
He lay back, panting heavily, wondering if this was what love felt like. It was so different from what he had read in books. He felt like an explorer who intended to dive deep into a pool but faltered as soon as he entered the water.
Now, he felt like he had been drenched in cold winter water, shivering all over.
Before Yu Chunmiao could tell him anything further, Qi Chong got up to dress and headed to the kitchen to boil some water. The firelight illuminated his despondent yet handsome face as his fingers ran through his hair, still damp with sweat from their earlier exertion.
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