The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm - Chapter 335:

Chapter 335: Meat Bun

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“I’m Zhao Chunyang,” he began, with a hint of arrogance. “I’m 22 years old, and I reside on East Street…”

Su Bin couldn’t quite warm up to someone with such a haughty demeanor.

Coincidentally, the timing was opportune. The door to the Gong Courtyard swung open.

Su Bin rose to his feet, saying, “I’m sorry, let’s continue our conversation next time. My wife is likely waiting for me outside, and I mustn’t keep her waiting.” With those words, he departed without a backward glance.

Zhao Chunyang felt displeased and muttered under his breath, “Nouveau riche!”

Qin Zhenzhen, Su Ning, and Su Qing arrived to escort Su Bin home. Spotting their third brother emerging as part of the first group, Su Ning enthusiastically called out, “Third Brother, we’re here! We’ve brought you some freshly baked meat buns. Third Sister-in-law made them herself!”

Su Bin also noticed Qin Zhenzhen and the others.

He couldn’t help but think that his wife grew more beautiful with each passing day. In the midst of the crowd, she stood as a picturesque sight.

His eyes immediately locked onto her.

Su Bin hastened toward her, his gaze unwavering as he approached Qin Zhenzhen. “Dear wife!”

“Sixth Sister!”

Qin Zhenzhen gazed at him intently, unable to shake the feeling that she could never tire of looking at Su Bin’s face.

Compared to the other examinees who had endured three days of confinement, Su Bin appeared much more vibrant, his complexion still rosy.

All thanks to her revitalizing spirit water.

During her time with Su Bin, Qin Zhenzhen made it a daily routine to provide him with her special spirit-infused water. She incorporated it into the dishes and soups they consumed, and the entire family reaped the benefits.

Initially, Su Bin had been a slender young man, but over the course of a little more than a year, he had transformed into a robust and energetic individual.

Notably, he discovered an abundance of vitality coursing through his body.

Whether it was riding a horse or running, he never experienced fatigue.

Moreover, he quickly mastered the martial arts techniques Qin Zhenzhen had imparted to him, finding them to be highly effective. He had grown confident that, in the face of danger, he wouldn’t be easily subdued within a mere two or three moves.

At the very least, his stamina had increased several-fold compared to before, a testament to the transformation in his physical capabilities.

He couldn’t help but speculate on the cause of these changes, and he couldn’t shake the belief that Qin Zhenzhen had given him something exceptional to eat. The fragrance that enveloped her, akin to that of an Immortal Pill, convinced him that the food she provided held similar qualities. “Here you go,” Su Bin handed over the food basket and clothes to Qin

Zhenzhen.

Her husband’s newfound infatuation with her was somewhat overwhelming, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment. She couldn’t help but wonder if this level of attachment was necessary, considering they hadn’t even had any physical contact.

Regaining his composure, Su Bin expressed his gratitude with courtesy, “Thank you, wife.”

He hadn’t brought much with him as they entered the rooms, their seating arranged according to assigned numbers, a pattern that would persist for the next three exams.

Consequently, they refrained from bringing along their blankets, examination tools, candles, and other daily essentials. The sole items they carried were their food baskets and the clothing they had on.

“Third Brother, are you feeling hungry now? Would you like to indulge in some buns?” Su Ning presented the food basket as if unveiling a treasure, releasing the mouthwatering aroma of meat buns into the air.

Su Bin’s eyes brightened, and he discreetly licked his lips.

The scent had a similar effect on the neighboring examinees, causing them to salivate. After enduring three days of cold, unappetizing rations, hunger had taken a strong hold on them.

Yet, the dignity of scholars prevented them from openly asking for food. Those who had family in the provincial capital eagerly sought out their relatives, hoping that their own loved ones would thoughtfully bring them a food basket as well..