My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 120 left behind a root of illness

"What do you mean it’s a waste if you drink it?"

"It’s not a waste to let Dad and Mom drink it, I just want to give it to Dad and Mom."

After a little ’criticism’ of Mother Li, Lin Tang then praised Father Lin.

"Dad’s decision is praiseworthy!

As parents, it’s right to accept things from filial children.

You need to give me this chance to be a filial daughter, or else I’ll feel so disappointed and sad!" Lin Tang said, her little face falling.

The moment Li Xiuli heard her daughter’s words, she immediately felt utterly inexcusable.

How could she dampen Tangtang’s filial piety?

"...Mom was wrong, Mom will change, Tangtang, don’t be upset..." Mother Li hurried to placate her daughter.

Fearing she might truly hurt her daughter’s heart.

Lin Lu watched from the side, clearly seeing that Tangtang was persuasively coaxing her mother.

He expressed his support.

His wife was quick-tongued, but her heart was softer than tofu.

Saving and scrimping, she couldn’t bear to spend on food or clothes, stingy even towards herself.

He felt distressed too, but his persuasions fell on deaf ears.

He hoped his daughter could change Xiuli’s mind.

His partner for life...

Young lovers eventually become old companions; there are still many days ahead of us.

Lin Tang pressed her face against Mother Li’s arm, smiling sweetly, "Mom, I want to eat the noodles you make."

"You want Mom to make them for you," said Li Xiuli, her face full of indulgence. She asked, "Do you want them now?"

Her daughter still had to go to work.

She wasn’t sure if there would be enough time to make them now.

Lin Tang nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation as she looked at Mother Li, "Is it okay?"

Facing her daughter’s clear eyes, Li Xiuli immediately responded, "Of course it’s okay! Whenever my daughter wants to eat, it’s always okay."

With that, she finished the milk powder in the enamel jar in one breath.

She called out to Lin Lu, took the flour and vegetables, and headed to the kitchen.

Lin Tang hurried to follow, "Dad and Mom have to eat too, if you don’t eat, I won’t eat either."

Li Xiuli was taken aback.

How could she not know her daughter was concerned for her and her husband? Her eyes instantly grew warm.

This silly girl...

"...Alright, we’ll all eat," she said, suppressing the emotion in her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

She and her husband had raised three sons and one daughter.

Even if they had to consume coarse grains and vegetables themselves, they wanted to raise their children and send them to school.

This was the instinct of a parent, without question.

The three boys at home were not unfilial either, it’s just that each of them had a rather thick skin.

Not like Tangtang, who was filial and attentive.

Whenever she spoke, it made her mother feel warm inside.

Life was tough, and sometimes a warm word could reignite hope for living.

The swirl of emotion in Li Xiuli’s heart was sudden and brief. Remembering that Tangtang still had to go to work later, she immediately snapped back to reality.

She began to knead the dough skillfully.

Lin Lu was tending the fire.

Lin Tang was helping out.

The food Lin Lu and Li Xiuli had brought wasn’t much; if one person conserved it, it could last a week.

Li Xiuli was meticulous and efficient in her work.

It didn’t take long for the noodles to be ready.

After they were done, she served a bowl for Lin Tang first.

"Tangtang, eat up quickly, don’t be late for work," she admonished.

"Oh, have you finished the pickles you brought? Mom has brought you some new ones today."

Lin Tang slurped a mouthful of noodles, her face a picture of satisfaction, "There’s still some left."

Delicious.

Finally tasting the flavor of home!

How does Mom’s cooking have such a unique touch? How is it so different?

Li Xiuli, seeing her daughter enjoying the meal, smiled and said, "Is it good? It didn’t disappoint you, did it?"

When it came to making noodles, she was quite confident.

Tangtang always loved eating her noodles.

Back when she was still in school, every time she came home, she would clamor for noodles.

She could never get enough of them.

Lin Tang slurped up another mouthful of noodles and nodded vigorously, almost like she was pounding garlic.

"Delicious, delicious, Mother’s noodles are the best."

The taste of these noodles is a flavor imprinted on her soul; she had never forgotten it.

Li Xiuli’s face blossomed into a joyous smile.

"If my daughter loves them, Mom will make them for you more often."

Lin Tang’s fingers paused for a moment as she held her chopsticks, and through the steaming vapor, a thin mist could vaguely be seen veiling her eyes.

"...Okay, then I’ll have them every time I come home."

The words of Lin Tang’s mother unexpectedly touched the young girl’s heart, and she felt a rush of indescribable emotion.

Lin Lu was also indulgent towards his daughter, and immediately responded with a laugh, "Alright, alright, let your mother make them for you; it’s just noodles, let my daughter eat them."

The words from the couple were exactly the same, both exhibiting an eagerness to spoil Lin Tang to the heavens.

After dinner, it wasn’t even eight o’clock.

Lin Lu wouldn’t let Li Xiuli or Lin Tang lift a finger, cleaning the pots and bowls himself.

He tidied up the kitchen and then returned to Lin Tang’s room.

Upon entering, he was greeted by a faint scent of alcohol.

"Alcohol?" Lin Lu’s eyes brightened.

He was a man of simple tastes, fond of tobacco and liquor, though he was not heavily addicted.

Hearing her father’s clearly delighted tone, Lin Tang quickly got up and pulled him to sit down.

She proudly presented the aroma of the alcohol as if it were a treasured offering.

"Dad, quick, smell it. Isn’t it fragrant?"

Lin Lu obligingly leaned in and took a whiff.

His eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

"Fragrant!" he exclaimed.

This alcohol had a much finer aroma than the draft liquor from the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Tangtang, you didn’t buy this from the supply and marketing cooperative, did you?" Lin Lu asked.

With a flicker in her eyes, Lin Tang calmly replied, "...Mm-mm, it wasn’t bought from there."

Her answer was within Lin Lu and Li Xiuli’s expectations, but it made the couple even more curious.

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"This is Medicinal Wine I made myself, for you to improve your health," Lin Tang said with the earnest pride of a young girl awaiting praise.

Lin Lu was taken aback and murmured in disbelief, "...You made it yourself?"

Since when could Tangtang make wine?

Li Xiuli was entirely focused on the phrase ’improve your health.’

"What do you mean ’improve our health’? We’re perfectly healthy; we don’t need any improvement."

Must have cost a lot of money, right?

Then she started to worry about the expense again, "You should save your money, don’t always spend it on your father and me.

We can still work, and besides, you have three older brothers.

There’s no need for you, a young girl, to worry about us."

As soon as Lin Tang heard her mother starting the same old lecture, she tugged at her sleeve.

"...Mom~" her voice was soft, laced with a hint of discontent.

In the past couple of years, having been frightened by poverty and hardship, her mother had developed a shadow in her heart, desiring to save every bit of money and grain.

Lin Tang understood.

But continuing like that certainly wouldn’t do.

She planned to gradually alter her family’s mindset with the resources at her disposal.

Li Xiuli, hearing her daughter’s gentle voice, couldn’t bear to continue lecturing.

"Okay, Mom won’t say any more.

But you must be mindful; otherwise, how can your father and I be at ease?"

Her daughter disliked hearing such talks, so she would try to change in the future.

The mother and daughter were having an intimate conversation.

Meanwhile, Lin Lu had poured himself a glass of the Medicinal Wine and begun to drink.

After one sip,

it wasn’t long before his entire body suddenly felt warm.

Even his usually ice-cold legs seemed to be infused with a rising warmth.

Ever since the winter when the reservoir had breached and he had plunged into the icy waters to save Liu Dazhu, his legs had been left with a chronic condition.

With every change in the weather, his legs would start to ache, and winters were especially difficult to endure.

Today, he had left the house early, and the cold morning air left him half-frozen, causing Lin Lu’s legs to ache on the way.

But after a sip of the Medicinal Wine,

his legs felt warm and toasty.

It was incredibly comfortable!

He couldn’t help but want to sigh with pleasure.