Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 493 - 399: Is the Birth Mother Indifferent Like a Chrysanthemum? The Young Lady Sabotages Everything 39

Chapter 493 -399: Is the Birth Mother Indifferent Like a Chrysanthemum? The Young Lady Sabotages Everything 39

Su Zhiruan hadn’t made many changes to the apartment, so when Xie Yanshang entered, he saw the same decoration style as before, except for a few cute little ornaments placed on the counter—everything else remained untouched. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

It was clear that the current owner loved cleanliness; the floor was spotless, and clothes were neatly hung on the rack. A few sets of cute bowls and cutlery were added to the kitchen, and at the entrance, there was a pair of girl’s bunny slippers.

“There are disposable slippers here, I’ll get them for you,” Su Zhiruan bent down, took out a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet, and handed them to Xie Yanshang.

She turned the umbrella upside down, shook off the water droplets, and placed it at the door.

“Thank you,” Xie Yanshang put on the slippers and, seeing her shoulders wet from the rain, said, “You should change your clothes quickly, otherwise you might catch a cold soon.”

Su Zhiruan nodded. Today’s temperature was somewhat lower than usual, and she had run in the rain and wind, feeling somewhat sticky and chilly at that moment.

The original owner’s body was very frail, and during this time, it had always been Xie Yanshang taking her pulse and prescribing different medicines according to her physical condition. She stuck to the prescriptions and her health had gradually recovered a lot.

If she wore wet clothes for too long, she would definitely catch a cold.

Soon, she changed into a cotton-linen nightgown and came out.

The white dress outlined her figure as she held a dry towel in her left hand to wipe her hair, handing another towel to Xie Yanshang with her right hand and smiling, “Doctor Xie, the clothes you left here before are still here if you want to change into something dry.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Yanshang didn’t decline and said, “Okay.”

When Xie Yanshang came out after changing, he saw Su Zhiruan heating up some Chinese medicine to drink and casually asked, “How many days left?”

“Almost there, probably about three or four more days’ worth,” Su Zhiruan estimated the Chinese medicine stock in the fridge.

Her body now, compared to when she first came to this world, was much better. Initially, she only weighed a little over seventy pounds and she wasn’t short, so she looked quite emaciated, even having an anemic and pale complexion. During this time, she ate and drank as needed, and after deciding to ignore the problems of the Su family, her mood improved significantly.

Being sick and the subsequent recovery fundamentally boiled down to one’s mindset. Having a good mentality greatly aids in recovery from illness.

During this period, she had stopped contacting the Su family and simply took care of her own matters and spent time with friendly college friends while also making some money.

“Your health has almost fully recovered. Finish this prescription and then take a break from the medicine,” Xie Yanshang walked into the kitchen, reached out to feel the temperature of the water soaking the Chinese medicine bag, and, finding it suitable, he took out the medicine bag, cut an opening, and poured it into a cup nearby.

Su Zhiruan took the cup he handed her and drank it down without any reservations.

Xie Yanshang tidied up the table briefly and after she finished her drink, he took the cup from her hands like a gentle stream, quickly washed it, and placed it back on the rack.

“Have you eaten yet?” Xie Yanshang asked her.

Su Zhiruan shook her head, “This medicine, I remember you said it should be taken before meals, so I planned to cook a bowl of noodles when I got back.”

“Let me do that,” Xie Yanshang said, rolling up his sleeves.

Perhaps it was his series of familiar actions that made Su Zhiruan stare at him for a few seconds. She leaned against the refrigerator, listening to its humming noise.

Both of them were now in the kitchen. Su Zhiruan watched as Xie Yanshang took out flour, mixed it with a little water into soft dough, then integrated some dry flour, quickly kneading it into dough, rolling it out with a rolling pin, cutting it, and setting it aside. Then he took out persimmons and Chinese cabbage, washed and minced the cabbage, and sliced the persimmons.

He then skillfully heated oil in a pan, sautéed the persimmons with scallions and ginger, added water, and stewed everything for a while. The persimmons quickly dissolved into the soup.

Su Zhiruan thought about opening the window to let in some fresh air.

Opening the window, she could hear the pitter-patter of rain outside, accompanied by the nightfall, giving her the illusion that they were a newlywed couple.

In the lit windows across the street, she could vaguely see young couples sitting on the sofa laughing together, others cooking in the kitchen, and some playing joyfully with their children. The evening was also a time for family reunions—returning home from work to the loved ones and children, cooking a lovely dinner, and then snuggling on the sofa watching TV or playing with children’s toys, all filled with warmth and joy.