The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 181 Husband, Choosing You Was the Right Thing

To avoid outside interference, Qiu Ziyue temporarily stayed in the cellar to heal her wounds and also to prepare for pregnancy.

Despite the somewhat simple environment, Qi Yuxuan decorated it like a cozy little home.

He spread out a soft bed of hay and lit several oil lamps to illuminate the entire space.

To keep Qiu Ziyue from feeling lonely and bored, he specially prepared many books and small items for her.

Most importantly, Qi Yuxuan decided to make all kinds of sweets for Qiu Ziyue in the cellar to comfort her soul.

In one corner of the cellar, Qi Yuxuan transformed it into a simple little kitchen.

He began his culinary journey using limited tools and ingredients.

One morning, Qi Yuxuan got up early, picked some bright red hawthorns from the yard, washed them, and strung them together.

Knowing that Qiu Ziyue loved sweet and sour flavors, he lit a charcoal fire and began to make syrup.

Due to a lack of experience, the first attempt did not go smoothly; the syrup was either too thin or too thick, and once the bottom of the pot was almost burned.

But he didn't give up. He repeatedly adjusted the proportions and finally succeeded in making a pot of crystal clear syrup.

When he handed the candied hawthorn skewers to Qiu Ziyue, a surprised smile appeared on her face: "These candied hawthorns look so good!"

Although the taste wasn't perfect, Qiu Ziyue still enjoyed it immensely.

Seeing her happy expression, Qi Yuxuan felt extremely gratified.

To give Qiu Ziyue more options, Qi Yuxuan tried making osmanthus cake.

He picked some fresh osmanthus flowers from the yard, washed them with clean water, and dried them for later use.

Mix glutinous rice flour, sugar, and water in a specific ratio to form a smooth batter. Add dried osmanthus flowers, mix well, and then pour the batter into a mold for steaming.

When the first piece of osmanthus cake was placed in front of Qiu Ziyue, its aroma was irresistible.

Qiu Ziyue took a small bite and praised it highly:

"This osmanthus cake tastes so good, it has the soft and chewy texture of glutinous rice and the delicate fragrance of osmanthus."

To enhance the texture, Qi Yuxuan sprinkled a thin layer of dried osmanthus flowers on the osmanthus cake, which not only added to the visual appeal but also made the taste richer.

It was summer and the weather was hot, so Qi Yuxuan specially made some refreshing mung bean cakes for Qiu Ziyue.

He soaked the mung beans overnight, peeled them, and ground them into a smooth paste. He then added an appropriate amount of sugar and vegetable oil and stirred it well.

Then, put the bean paste into the mold, press it into shape, and unmold it after it cools.

Qiu Ziyue praised it highly after tasting it:

"This mung bean cake is fragrant and sweet, and melts in your mouth. It's simply the best dessert for summer!"

Qi Yuxuan smiled and said, "As long as you like it, I'll continue to make more delicious food for you in the future."

As the days passed, Qiu Ziyue's belly gradually swelled up, and Qi Yuxuan was no longer satisfied with traditional desserts; he began to try innovation.

He had a sudden inspiration and combined osmanthus cake and mung bean cake to create a brand new dessert - Osmanthus Mung Bean Cake.

This dessert, with its delicate fragrance of osmanthus and refreshing taste of mung beans, was a favorite of Qiu Ziyue.

In addition, he also tried making small glutinous rice balls with sweet potato puree, adding red bean paste filling, and coating them with coconut flakes, naming them "Coconut Red Bean Glutinous Rice Balls".

Every time Qi Yuxuan finished making a new dessert, he couldn't wait to give it to Qiu Ziyue to taste. Seeing her happy face made him feel incredibly happy.

One day, Qiu Ziyue sat on her simple bed, watching Qi Yuxuan intently stirring the batter, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

She walked gently to Qi Yuxuan's side and said softly:

"My husband, I made the right choice in choosing you."

Qi Yuxuan raised his head, his eyes full of smiles:

“I told you I would treat you well. You chose me much better than Lu Yuanchangming, right? He only knows how to talk sweet words. He is not as practical as me, who does things for you in a real way.”

Qiu Ziyue smiled slightly, a hint of cunning in her eyes:

"Actually, Changming also shows his true love through his actions, but I just happen to like you."

Qi Yuxuan gently pulled Qiu Ziyue into his arms and whispered:

"As long as you're happy."

The two nestled together quietly, enjoying this rare moment of happiness.

They spent many heartwarming moments in this small cellar.

No matter how turbulent the outside world may be, as long as we are together, it is as if we are in a quiet corner that is isolated from the world.

"Yuxuan, could you buy me some embroidery items at the village entrance?"

"In my spare time," Qiu Ziyue said softly.

Qi Yuxuan immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll go right now."

Qi Yuxuan put on a cloak, walked out of the cellar, passed through the narrow alley, and arrived at the market at the entrance of the village.

He quickly found a shop selling embroidery materials, which was filled with colorful silk threads, delicate embroidery needles and various fabrics.

The shop owner was a kind old woman who greeted Qi Yuxuan warmly as he walked in.

"What would you like to buy, young master?"

"I want to buy some embroidered items for my wife."

Qi Yuxuan answered politely.

The old woman smiled and nodded, then took out several rolls of exquisite silk thread and a box of embroidery needles and handed them to Qi Yuxuan:

“These are all very suitable for embroidery, and the quality is excellent.”

Qi Yuxuan carefully selected several brightly colored silk threads and some soft satin fabrics.

When they paid the bill, the old woman gave them a small embroidered pillow as a gift, wishing them a happy and fulfilling marriage.

After returning to the cellar, Qi Yuxuan handed the things he had bought to Qiu Ziyue.

Qiu Ziyue took the package, her face beaming with a happy smile:

"Thank you, Yuxuan."

Qi Yuxuan smiled and replied, "As long as you like it."

The two sat together on the bed. Qiu Ziyue began to examine the exquisite silk threads and fabrics, glancing up at Qi Yuxuan from time to time with eyes full of gratitude and love.

Qi Yuxuan stayed quietly by her side, occasionally helping her tidy up the scattered threads.

Liu Xu went out when the two were together.

Qi Yuxuan kissed Qiu Ziyue sweetly and whispered:

"My wife, when can we sleep together? It's been so long!"

Qiu Ziyue smiled shyly and said:

"Aren't you ashamed at all? Go ask Grandpa Tursun."

Qi Yuxuan always smiled as he looked at Qiu Ziyue's blushing face.

Not long after, Qiu Ziyue caught a cold.

Qi Yuxuan specially prepared a bowl of rock sugar pear soup for her.

Watching her drink the warm soup, his heart was filled with warmth and care.

In that poetic ancient time, Qi Yuxuan used his own hands to create countless beautiful memories for Qiu Ziyue.

Meanwhile, in order to help Qiu Ziyue absorb nutrients better, Qi Yuxuan would personally cook nutritious soups for her every day, such as black chicken soup and fish soup, to supplement the nutrients she needed.

Whenever Qiu Ziyue felt unwell, he would immediately find herbs to make tea to help relieve her symptoms.

Every night, Qi Yuxuan would chat with Qiu Ziyue and share their feelings.

They reminisced about the good old days and looked forward to a bright future.

Sometimes, Qi Yuxuan would tell her some interesting stories or jokes, making Qiu Ziyue laugh out loud.

When Qiu Ziyue practices internal energy cultivation to regulate her mind, Qi Yuxuan wipes away her sweat.

What Qiu Ziyue didn't expect was that one evening, as the last rays of the setting sun shone through the small window of the cellar...

Qi Yuxuan sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the flute beside him, and began to play softly.

The melodious tune echoed in the air, seemingly carrying a touch of sadness and endless tenderness.

Qiu Ziyue leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and listened quietly.

"I never expected you could play the flute, and it's quite romantic."

Qiu Ziyue said softly, her voice tinged with surprise and emotion.

Qi Yuxuan put down his flute, turned to look at her, and said with a smile:

"What do you mean 'romantic'? You think I only know how to practice swordsmanship? Actually, I can sing too."

Qiu Ziyue smiled and took Qi Yuxuan's calloused hand, which was covered in calluses from sword practice, gently stroking the rough marks:

"Your hands are not only good for wielding swords, but also for bringing so much beautiful music."

From that day on, every night became a precious time they shared.

Qi Yuxuan would play a few gentle tunes on the flute, while Qiu Ziyue would listen quietly, sometimes humming along.

To be continued in the next chapter!