My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

“Xinxin, my wonderful niece, if you really manage to persuade your father about my situation, I will be eternally grateful to you.”

No substance in his words.

Tang Yuxin rolled her eyes,

She didn’t expect her uncle to say anything pleasant. To her, this meant his promise that lasted for a lifetime.

She brought the dishes and other items back into the kitchen. Then she moved a small stool and washed all the bowls inside. Then the pot, rural cooking usually involved big pots, so big that she could bathe in them. If it were an adult, they could easily lift it up, but she couldn’t. She had to scoop out the water in the pot bit by bit with a gourd ladle. The pot had a fire underneath it, and after a wipe with a dishcloth, it was clean.

Housework was not difficult for her, just that her father, Tang Zhinian, did not allow his daughter to do it. Until now, at the age of eight, she was able to do some of it. In fact, there was no need to mention her being eight, or that she had been doing heavy work all her life.

Even before she was four, she could do many things.

When she was with the Wei Family, she was cleaning, looking after the kids and washing dishes at age three. By age four, she was boiling water, drawing water, cooking. After the age of five, she was basically fulfilling all the house chores by herself.

For all these years, she had always lived like this.

While with the Wei family, she ate a meal for one, but did the work for the whole family. When she went to school, she was seen as Jiani’s accessory. During college, she worked and studied simultaneously, and, after graduating, she lived frugally to financially support Zhang Yong’an studying abroad.

The reality was, all her efforts in her past life were made for others, and she gave all her time to the people who did not love, cherish or value her. The person who loved her the most in the world—her father—eventually got nothing from her but her ashes.

Then a hand reached out, picking her up from the chair.

“Xinxin, let Daddy do these things,” Tang Zhinian released his daughter and organized the dishes neatly inside the cupboard.

“Daddy, I can do a lot of things now,” Tang Yuxin puffed out her small chest. She was very useful, truly, but the adults couldn’t see.

“Daddy knows,” Tang Zhinian ruffled his daughter’s hair, “My Nini is, of course, the best. You write good characters, your grades are also good, and you can cook meals too.”

Tang Yuxin then wagged her tail even higher.

She looked outside. Tang Zhijun was not there. The sky outside was dark, but there was a moon hanging in the air. The moonlight shed on the land, and the moon itself was so bright and pure.

“Where is the second uncle?” Tang Yuxin asked Tang Zhinian. Where had Zhijun gone this late?

“He’s working in the field,” Tang Zhinian touched his daughter’s head, “You stay at home and do your homework. Daddy will go out later to plant the vegetables in the field before it gets too late. The weather is good today.”

Tang Yuxin looked out of the window again. Not sure which child broke one of the panes on the wooden window, it was patched up with plastic, but the other ones were fine. So they had a clear view of the bright frost-covered scene outside, which was enough for them to see clearly.

“Daddy, come sit down, I have something to tell you.”