The Sickly General's Wife With A Spatial Ability Is Loved By All

149 Breakfast Sandwiches

Luo Jin’an knew his wife meant what she said. Moreover, even Doctor Wu, the most capable doctor from Hundred Herb Hospital, could not do anything to help Chen Zhuzhu when she fainted in front of the tofu shop. Yet, Su Binglan only used a few needles to resuscitate her.

Although Su Binglan said she only got lucky, Luo Jin’an knew that was not the case. He knew his wife possessed medical skills but did not want others to know about them.

Luo Jin’an did not care about his life or death, but his life was not his alone. He had taken on too many responsibilities and had to continue living. He even thought it would be good to survive for a few more years so he could carry out his plans.

Luo Jin’an could not relax for a long while now that he knew Su Binglan could cure him and that he could continue living.

“Thank you.”

Su Binglan was shocked when she heard her husband’s solemn thanks as it caught her off guard.

She released the bag in her hand and looked at Luo Jin’an, pretending to be calm as she said, “You said we’re family, right? So, why are you saying thank you? Also, you promised to be my big tree in the future, which means you must protect and stay with me.”

Indeed, Luo Jin’an had said that previously, and what Su Binglan wanted in return was straightforward. She felt that her husband was not an ordinary man and could protect the Su family when he held a higher position and power in the future.

She knew it was better to lean against her tree and enjoy the shade. At that moment, Su Binglan did not think about what kind of shade Luo Jin’an would provide.

Luo Jin’an said calmly, “Okay.”

Su Binglan knew her husband was a man of his word. She said, “Don’t worry. I will cure you since I said I will. You’ll be fine because I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Others would think she exaggerated, but Luo Jin’an knew she was not. “Well, I believe you.”

His words pleased Su Binglan, and it felt good to be trusted. However, Su Binglan suddenly recalled the day she made it rain and wanted to ask Luo Jin’an if he had seen what she did, but after a while, she decided against it and feigned ignorance.

The two knew they had their secrets, so they did not pry.

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Su Binglan woke up early the following day, but she was still yawning because she had slept late. When she opened her eyes, she discovered that Luo Jin’an had also woken up.

Luo Jin’an had already filled the basin with some water. He said, “The water is still warm since I just boiled it. It’s just right so you can wash your face.”

Su Binglan was not delicate and did not mind washing her face with cold water, even though it was close to winter. Still, she accepted her husband’s kindness.

She was ready to make breakfast when Luo Jin’an said, “I made some porridge. Let’s eat it with the bread you made.”

His cooking was mediocre because he had only started learning to cook when he arrived. In that era, most men stayed away from the kitchen, but in Su Binglan’s opinion, her husband had already done quite well.

She said, “I’ll make some sandwiches to eat with the porridge.”

Luo Jin’an did not know what a sandwich was.

Su Binglan noticed that and took the initiative to explain, “Making a sandwich is straightforward, and it’s also nutritious.”

“Okay, I’ll help you light the fire.” After spending time together, the two had formed a tacit understanding. Whenever Su Binglan wanted to cook, Luo Jin’an would instinctively want to help her and light the fire on the stove.

After heating the wok, Su Binglan poured in some oil and fried some eggs.