Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2302: 2238: Being Able to Eat Is a Blessing

Earlier, she had been unwilling to share the dishes infused with Spirit Spring Water with those people, choosing instead to store them within her Space. As she retrieved the food now, it remained at the perfect temperature, having lost none of its original heat.

Both Old Yang and his wife had been confused before. They couldn't understand why she refused to let the others have even a few simple vegetable dishes, going through the trouble of moving them in and out like that.

However, the moment they tasted the soup, their expressions shifted instantly, and they traded a look of pure shock.

This particular soup...

The realization hit them that this was far from the standard tomato egg drop soup they were accustomed to preparing. There was clearly a secret to Chiang Xiao’s cooking; the flavor was incredibly fresh and naturally sweet—so much so that a single sip compelled them to keep drinking.

Furthermore, a soothing warmth spread through their entire bodies upon drinking it, creating a truly magnificent sensation.

Aunt Yang watched her husband closely while she sipped her portion. Even though he had managed to consume two pieces of mung bean cake earlier, she still found it hard to believe that his ability to eat had actually returned.

Seeing him swallow the soup spoonful by spoonful until the bowl was nearly empty—without any hint of nausea and with a look of genuine enjoyment—brought her a sense of profound peace.

Once Old Yang finished the bowl, the tension that had gripped his heart finally dissipated.

There was no vomiting, nor did he feel any of the usual distress.

On the contrary, his stomach, which had been plagued by unbearable daily pain due to being empty, now felt cozy and warm. The relief was immense.

The couple was utterly stunned by the change. It appeared that he truly was capable of consuming solid food again.

“Brother Xinian, go and dish out some rice,” Chiang Xiao instructed Meng Xinian without any hesitation. She pulled over a small stool to sit near Aunt Yang and added, “I made the rice a bit softer than usual, Madam, so please eat your fill. These may just be simple vegetable dishes, but they should taste decent. You both should eat well today; once your bellies are full, you will be able to sleep soundly tonight.”

With tears shimmering in her eyes, Aunt Yang nodded fervently. “Yes, yes, that sounds wonderful.”

No outsider could comprehend the struggle they faced just to have a decent meal or a night of rest.

Lately, she hadn't dared to sleep deeply. Hunger kept her awake, but more than that, she lived in constant fear that her husband might pass away in the middle of the night if she wasn't watching.

She had no one to share this crushing bitterness with.

Confiding in her daughter-in-law was out of the question, as the younger woman couldn't help and would only lose sleep from worrying. With her son occupied by work and her daughter-in-law already strained by managing two households, the elderly, and the children, the burden was already too heavy.

She couldn't bring herself to add to their troubles, so she had been suffering in silence.

Now, it felt as though Chiang Xiao had stepped in and lifted that heavy weight from their shoulders, granting them total relief.

What moved them most was that this young girl was a complete stranger until today. They hadn't even offered her a proper greeting gift yet.

How could anyone claim she wasn't a kind person?

Meng Xinian returned with the rice, handing a half-filled bowl to Old Yang.

Holding the bowl with a mix of anticipation and disbelief, Old Yang looked toward Chiang Xiao with a cautious gaze.

“Xiao Chiang, do you really think I can handle rice as well?”

He had previously heard her mention that soup would be enough, leading him to believe rice was still forbidden. Holding that half bowl now felt like he had received a precious treasure.

He had always been fond of rice; back when his appetite was healthy, he could easily finish two bowls at once.