Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Fallen Sick

At the dining table, Yang Ye noticed the Rice Noodle Rolls, eyebrows arched in interest. They were indeed new to him.

The semi-transparent wrap of the Rice Noodle Rolls enfolded shrimp, accompanied by the sauce mixed by Qiao Xiaomai, tasted quite delectable.

Consistently high standard as always.

Yang Ye glanced at Qiao Xiaomai while leisurely finishing the entire serving of Rice Noodle Rolls. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, he said, “Teach my chef this recipe.”

“Sure,” Qiao Xiaomai agreed.

“How much for it?” Yang Ye asked.

Qiao Xiaomai widened her eyes and quickly said, “No need, this is an appreciation for your generosity.”

“You still owe me ten thousand taels of silver,” Yang Ye reminded.

“The Prince didn’t specify a deadline, I’ll be able to pay it off within three years,” she assured.

“So confident?”

“My cooking skills are good,” Qiao Xiaomai replied with a modest smile.

At her words, Yang Ye huffed, “So, what else are you planning to cook?”

“I haven’t had any inspiration just yet. My mom just came back and my mind is too muddled to concentrate,” Qiao Xiaomai replied honestly.

Yang Ye clicked his tongue, “Then you should take some tonics back with you for her. I have too many stored here and no desire to consume them.”

“Thank you, Prince, but I bought some yesterday,” she declined.

“What you bought is yours, and what I gift is mine, take it.” Yang Ye’s tone suddenly sharpened.

Qiao Xiaomai, “… Okay.”

Has Yang Ye got his period?

His mood is rising so rapidly.

Under such circumstances, Qiao Xiaomai naturally did not want to stay any longer. After lunch, she taught Yang Ye’s chef how to make Rice Noodle Rolls. Later, she excused herself on the pretext of worrying about Zhuang Lühe.

Without a good reason, she didn’t want to visit Yang Ye again anytime soon.

She would wait until Yang Ye’s irritable mood passed.

Qiao Xiaomai returned home with a cartload of tonics. When she reached home, she saw that the gate was open. She jumped down from the cart, grabbed the harness, and led the cart into the Courtyard.

Tong Sanlang was seated under a tree, brush in hand, teaching Qiao Dami how to write.

Seeing Qiao Xiaomai return, he said, “Back so soon, how did it go?”

“The Prince has sent people to handle the matter, where’s mom?”

“In bed,” Tong Sanlang paused before he added, “After you left, she had been asleep. Dad felt something was off, so he took her temperature, and brought Dr. Wu over. The doctor said her body is deficient and has internal injuries.”

“What?!” Qiao Xiaomai exclaimed.

“Her left leg and right arm had fractures before, and because they were not treated well there are now complications,” Tong Sanlang said, his tone choked. He patted Qiao Dami’s back, stood up, and said, “Come inside and see for yourself. Dad is with her.”

Qiao Xiaomai immediately rushed into the house.

Inside the room, Zhuang Lühe was lying in bed, her cheeks flushed, lips cracked, her complexion was terrible.

Qiao Changshun was seated by her side, there was a basin filled with water on the floor, he was washing a cloth in it.

Seeing Qiao Xiaomai coming in, he said, “You’re back.”

“How is mom?” Qiao Xiaomai nearly choked up, asking carefully.

“She took her medicine. Dr. Wu asked me to put a cold cloth on her forehead, her fever should come down by tonight,” Qiao Changshun informed.

“What about the injuries on her leg and arm?” Qiao Xiaomai asked again.

“They need rest. Fortunately, our home situation has improved, so she doesn’t need to do any hard work,” Qiao Changshun sighed.

Why does she have to suffer so much….

Qiao Xiaomai pressed her lips together and pulled Tong Sanlang out of the room. “You, quietly go to Linzhang Village and cripple one of Zhan Jin’s legs or arms,” she told him.