My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

“Thank you,” Tang Zhijun took the bowl and began to drink heartily. After finishing, he wiped his mouth, ready to get back to work, hoping to plow the entire field today. By tomorrow, he could plant the seeds and once they were watered, there wouldn’t be much left to do. If he were to delay it any further, the seeds wouldn’t make it into the ground in time and rainfall would mean an extra few days of waiting which was too late.

“Brother Tang, eat something,” a woman offered.

She pulled out a steamed white bun from the basket. It looked good and round, and of course, everything made from white flour tasted good.

People’s lives had improved somewhat, they weren’t as deprived as they used to be. Having white flour wasn’t that rare anymore, though not many people could make buns that looked this good.

“You eat it. I am not hungry. Take it home for Sisi.” Tang Zhinian declined, the afternoon sun shone on him, his skin glowed with a vibrant bronze. As sweat trickled down his forehead, he looked both strong and honest. Everyone said that the brothers of the Tang family were decent, but Tang Zhinian had a particularly charming face, with large eyes, double eyelids, a handsome young man.

Even without education, even as a full-time farmer, he had a sense of cleverness that set him apart from others in the village.

His smile revealed a set of bright white teeth.

The woman took back the white bun, her youthful face filled with the traces of time was touched, just like the wind of the past few months, you could always feel the warmth that words couldn’t express, even when it was cold

“Go home,” Tang Zhijun told the woman, “Sisi is still young, she is scared being home alone.”

The woman’s lips moved for a long time. Finally, she nodded. She left the thermos on the ground within his reach and then stood up. The most eye-catching thing about her was the piece of clothing she mended carefully.

It wasn’t until the woman’s figure disappeared from view that Tang Zhijun picked up his hoe. But before he could get to work, a pair of little feet appeared in front of him.

He was stunned, and as he looked up, he saw a familiar small face.

Tang Zhijun dropped the hoe out of his hands, a drop of cold sweat emerged on his forehead, he fell on his rear, startled out of his wits.

“Xinxin, when did you get here?”

After wiping the cold sweat off his brow, he asked with a stutter.

“Just now,” Tang Yuxin pulled one of the farming tools from the ground and sat on it.

“Uncle, what are you doing here?”

“Nothing much?” Tang Zhijun laughed awkwardly, clearly looking guilty.

“Oh…” Tang Yuxin didn’t bother to expose her uncle’s clumsy lie.

Tang Zhijun stopped working, walked to the side, and poured some water from the thermos.

“Uncle, was that Aunt Xiangcao earlier?”

With a splutter, Tang Zhijun spat out the water he had just taken into his mouth.

“Uncle, were you two having a secret meeting here?”

“Cough…” Tang Zhijun hadn’t recovered yet and started to cough violently.

“Uncle, are you two in a… ”

Tang Zhijun immediately covered Tang Yuxin’s mouth, saving himself from any further embarrassment.

“Xinxin, you can’t say such things recklessly, understand?”

Tang Yuxin nodded obediently, yes, she understood, she wouldn’t spread this around.