Chapter 10: The "Irritable" Wife Loves to Dote on People (10)

The child was indeed good-looking; no wonder the original owner would rather starve and borrow money to buy him back.

Su Qiruo smiled and shook her head, carefully laying him flat and covering him with the thin quilt she had just bought, before going out to prepare dinner.

Su Qiruo, who had originally planned to go into the mountains the next day, suddenly changed her mind. Yun Zimu’s leg injury hadn't healed yet; if she was often away from home, he certainly wouldn't be able to take care of himself. She had to stay and look after him for a few more days before leaving.

Su Qiruo minced the meat she had bought into filling, balancing fat and lean evenly, added some chopped scallions, and kneaded a small piece of dough, letting it rise for half an hour. Then she started rolling out and baking the flatbreads. By the time Yun Zimu woke up, they were just done.

"Did Wife Master make all of these?"

Yun Zimu looked at the golden-yellow flatbreads emitting a meaty aroma in front of him in surprise, hardly believing his eyes.

"Taste them and see if they suit your appetite."

Su Qiruo picked one up and handed it to Yun Zimu, picking up one for herself and taking a bite.

"Mmm... seems a bit salty..."

The filling was a bit salty, but the taste was truly good.

"Delicious."

Yun Zimu praised softly, his own face turning red first after he spoke.

Where was the logic in a Wife Master cooking for her husband?

But these past few days, Wife Master had been taking care of him.

Perhaps Wife Master hitting him while drunk before really wasn't intentional.

How could such a good Wife Master have such a ruthless heart? It must all have been because of the alcohol.

As long as Wife Master didn't drink, she would treat him well like this forever.

In the end, Yun Zimu concluded a principle: no matter what, he absolutely could not let Wife Master drink alcohol.

Amidst the continuous cycle of caring and being cared for, the relationship between Su Qiruo and her little husband grew increasingly harmonious.

The fear in Yun Zimu's eyes when he looked at her faded considerably, replaced by a faint hint of dependence.

"Does it still hurt?"

Helping Yun Zimu off the bed, Su Qiruo asked with concern.

After lying down for so many days, the knee injury was finally a bit better, and the bruises on his leg had faded a lot.

The sun was nice today, so Su Qiruo allowed Yun Zimu to go out for a walk.

Yun Zimu shook his head lightly; actually, it hadn't hurt that much for a long time.

He had suffered who knew how many such injuries since childhood, and no one had ever cared. Even Yun Zimu himself didn't think it was a big deal. But Wife Master had kept him lying in bed to recuperate, not even letting him set foot on the ground, let alone do work.

All the chores at home these days were done by Su Qiruo. Yun Zimu felt like he was going to stiffen up from lying down so much.

"Good that it doesn't hurt. You shouldn't walk too much these days either. Rest up properly. Once it's completely healed, you won't have to worry about leaving any chronic issues. Crippled legs mean suffering when you're old!"

Looking up at the sky, Su Qiruo couldn't help but recall the roof open to the elements she had seen on her first day here. She helped Yun Zimu sit on the bamboo chair in the courtyard.

This bamboo chair was bought from Carpenter Lu the day before yesterday. Placed under the big tree in the courtyard, lying under it drinking tea when free—how pleasant!

Yun Zimu curiously touched the armrests, then felt the backrest, and leaned back rocking slightly, liking it immensely.

Pursing his lips lightly, Yun Zimu suddenly plucked up the courage to call out to Su Qiruo, who was gesturing with a broom by the window: "Wife Master..."

"Hmm?"

Su Qiruo looked over at Yun Zimu curiously. She was already used to Yun Zimu addressing her this way.

"I want to sit here and embroider a handkerchief... is that okay?"

A pair of large, watery eyes were full of pleading. How could Su Qiruo refuse?

She stepped inside, brought out the small basket holding needles and thread, and handed it to Yun Zimu. Those dark eyes lit up instantly.

"Zimu, you sit here in the courtyard. I'll go ask Dasheng Jie if we can take advantage of the good weather these few days to find some people to come repair the house."

Su Qiruo went back inside, grabbed two handfuls of the preserved fruit she had bought for Yun Zimu, wrapped them in a lotus leaf, thinking it wouldn't do to go to Lu Dasheng's house empty-handed. Even if she didn't bring something for the adults, she should at least bring snacks for the children.

Yun Zimu nodded obediently, watching Su Qiruo's departing figure. His eyes flickered, suddenly landing on his own new shoes.

Today he was wearing the new clothes and shoes Su Qiruo had bought for him a few days ago; they were extremely comfortable.

But thinking of the straw sandals on Su Qiruo's feet, already frayed and fuzzy, Yun Zimu's brows suddenly furrowed.

Wife Master seemed to have only bought him new clothes, but bought nothing for herself.

Yun Zimu pursed his lips lightly, set the basket aside, and stood up holding the chair.

First, he found an old pair of Su Qiruo's straw sandals to measure, then took out the cloth Su Qiruo had bought to make him new clothes, and hugging them, went out.

He had learned embroidery and tailoring in the Yun family, and he knew how to make shoes too.

Since Wife Master was unwilling to buy shoes for herself, he would just make her a pair himself. He'd add several extra layers to the soles; they would definitely be soft and comfortable to wear.

Su Qiruo handled things very efficiently. She left in the morning, and by afternoon, the people to repair the roof had been found.

Many strange women came into the courtyard. Yun Zimu was obviously a bit scared, so Su Qiruo sent him to Lu Dasheng's house first, planning to pick him up after the workers left.

Lu Dasheng's husband, Qian Shi, was also a capable household manager. Though not handsome, he was very capable.

Before this, he had never had dealings with Yun Zimu. Just meeting such a handsome young man, besides his own two children constantly surrounding Yun Zimu, Qian Shi was also very enthusiastic toward him.

"Not to be blunt, but Su Family's Younger Brother, you are truly good-looking. No wonder Qiruo treats you like a treasure, hiding you away all day and never bringing you over for us to meet."

Qian Shi bit off the thread of the clothes he was sewing with his teeth, laughing without raising his head.

He knew some of the past between Su Qiruo and Yun Zimu. But hearing from Wife Master that Su Qiruo recently intended to live properly and was doting on her husband, he couldn't help but praise Su Qiruo in front of Yun Zimu. As close friends, one naturally tries to bring people together.

The tips of Yun Zimu's ears turned red, and he pursed his lips shyly.

"It's me who doesn't like going out. Wife Master is usually busy, so I rarely see villagers."

Yun Zimu kept quiet about his leg injury. Wife Master had already changed for the better; let the past be the past!

Both being men, seeing Yun Zimu looking so pitiful and lovely, Qian Shi couldn't help but feel heartache.

Patting the back of Yun Zimu's hand with his rough, calloused hand, Qian Shi sighed softly: "Qiruo may have done some outrageous things in the past, but she's ultimately not an irredeemably evil villain. Now that she knows she was wrong, give her a chance. Live well with her. Which couple doesn't quarrel? But in the end, only your own Wife Master will truly feel heartache for you, right?"

(End of Chapter)