As mentioned before, Joanna's house is not a place that the neighbors like or often pass by, especially since she inherits the name "Witch of the Wild". In theory, she should live in the wilderness or a sparsely populated place, so It is conceivable that there are not many people in this village, and her house on the edge of the village is not very popular. However, there was one more person there recently, and suddenly there were many people passing by in front of Joanna's door, all of whom wanted to see what kind of person was added to this indifferent doctor's family.
"Good morning, Aunt Susan."
"Good morning!" Susan is the neighbor who lives closest to Joanna, and is naturally the one who passes by the most frequently, "Is Joanna still up?"
Ian smiled, "Woke up very early. It's just that the sun is starting to hit now, so she went back to sleep."
Joanna's rest time is very strange compared to ordinary people. Because of her skin that would burn when exposed to heat, she would go back to sleep after noon and before evening if she felt sleepy. I will be very energetic, and I will not go to bed until midnight. If I don't take a nap, I will go to bed not long after the sun goes down. But no matter when she fell asleep, at dawn before the sun rose, she was sure to get up and start her day.
"I said, please persuade her to eat more meat, she is really too thin, the last time I shook hands with her, her hands were really cold! Others are trying to persuade her not to eat too much meat, this lady But she has to be persuaded to eat meat, really... Are her hands still cold?"
"It's still a bit cold, so I'm going to buy a hand stove to warm her hands later. Does Aunt Susan know of a place that sells such a small stove?"
"Of course I do! The craftsmanship of the blacksmith at the head of the village is good. Go tell the boss about the stove you want, and he will definitely be able to build you the one that best suits your heart!"
Susan just wanted to say something else, but Ian interrupted when it was getting late, "It's noon, isn't Auntie going back to cook? Uncle is probably waiting for Auntie's soup in the field, and the fire in the kitchen is about to burn out. Are you resting? The soup will not be good if it's cold."
Susan suddenly remembered her own man at this moment, nodded quickly and left after a few perfunctory words.
Ian smiled and waved off the enthusiastic aunt. He lowered his head and continued to pile the soil on the flower roots. After confirming that the newly transplanted rose bushes by the door were stable, he slowly stood up.
Joanna's medical skills are very good. His hands look no different from ordinary people, but she still looks at the scars on his hands with regret. Because they have been on the skin for a long time, it is difficult to remove them, so Still ugly, looking at it makes people wary. However, he just "looks" like ordinary people; the days when he was imprisoned by that mad woman Vivian caused his body to suffer serious losses. However, he was cursed, and the internal injuries that were not treated were still suffocating. Even if Joanna's conditioning is now underway, he will not be able to restore the strong body that he used to be.
Joanna disapproved of him often going out to work, sweeping leaves or tidying up flowerbeds, but he still wanted to do something for Joanna and the family. Besides... He misses the feeling of being able to use his hands, even if it doesn't take long for him to rest, because his wrists are weak and start to tremble.
Just like now, after he stood up slowly, not only his hands were shaking, but the muscles in his legs were twitching... Looking at the young shell, but inside it looked like an old man in old age.
"You're out again." Joanna was angry at Ian who refused to listen, so her tone became even colder. The person she rescued so hard did not cherish her body so much, she felt like a fool, wasting her efforts.
"Don't be angry, my master." Ian stepped forward quickly, knelt down on one knee and raised the back of her hand to kiss, "The roses are blooming beautifully today, isn't the master happy about it?"
Joanna, who was wearing a cloak and holding an umbrella, snorted, "I was happy, but I'm not happy to see you in the flowerbed. Come back with me immediately!"
"Yes, Master." He quickly stood up, reached out and took Joanna's small parasol, shielding her from the sun better.
Glancing at him, Joanna walked back into the house with seemingly hasty but occasionally slowed steps. Ian couldn't help laughing; he knew that although the goddess sounded angry, she actually felt sorry for him. Wouldn't she slow down when she didn't see his injury
"If you really want to make something, why don't you string all the ropes in the study into braids for me? A sister in the distance wants to buy me a hundred bracelets with blessings. Although I didn't do it myself, it's just In the later stage, I gave blessings, and the effect was not as good as what I did with my own hands, but she would not mind if she came.”
"Okay~" Ian opened the door for her, put away the small parasol, hung up the cloak, and gave her a glass of water, "I hope the master will not dislike my poor craftsmanship."
"I will definitely dislike it." Joanna woke up to drink water because she was thirsty. After taking it, she drank it in one breath, and then threw the cup back into Ian's arms, "So you have to make it up well, you can't make it up well. Okay, I'll tear it down and ask you to remake it!"
"As ordered, my master." After watching Joanna return to the room, he also poured a glass of water and drank that glass... using the cup that Joanna had just drank.
It felt as if he was one step closer to his goddess, and the bottom of his heart seemed to be full of flowers. Ian thought so, then chuckled.