Lucky Golden Dragon in the 80s: My Dad? I Switched Him for a Better One novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Little Lucky Baby

Auntie Pang’s face turned deathly pale. Her arms, holding Shanshan, trembled uncontrollably.

But Shanshan acted like she hadn’t heard a thing, persistently shoving the Dragon Beard Grass she was holding into Auntie Pang’s hands.

"Auntie, hurry and wash it! The roots need to be cleaned, but leave the leaves on. When you brew it, use a low flame and let it simmer slowly until all the essence is out!"

"Auntie, please believe me! It really works! Look, I even tried it myself. The grass juice stopped my cuts from getting infected! It will definitely work for Uncle! Only bad daddies deserve bad luck!"

Auntie Pang looked down at the little girl in her arms, covered from head to toe in mud, and her heart ached with a warm, bittersweet feeling.

She gritted her teeth, a sharp sting in her nose, and suddenly pulled the child into a tight embrace.

’Who cares if it works or not?’

’This heartfelt gesture is too precious. I, Zhang Yunhua, can’t let her down today, no matter what!’

’Even if we really have to pack up and leave tomorrow, I have to see this through first!’

"Alright! Auntie will trust you this time!"

She sniffled, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, and nodded forcefully.

She gritted her teeth, took the clump of grass, and turned to walk toward her kitchen.

Arriving at the stove, she meticulously scrubbed the mud off the grass, stalk by stalk.

Then, she followed the method Shanshan had stammeringly described earlier.

The roots, along with the small clump of black mud attached to them, were all tossed into the pot.

She added fresh water, lit the stove, and sat on a small stool, letting it simmer slowly.

Flames licked the bottom of the pot as tiny bubbles gradually began to form in the water.

A faint, grassy aroma drifted up with the steam.

Before long, Yang Dapeng returned.

He wore a slightly worn military uniform, his shoulders were a bit stooped, and his complexion was somewhat sallow.

When he pushed the door open, he immediately saw the bowl of steaming medicinal broth on the table and froze.

"What... is this?"

He frowned, staring at the bowl’s contents.

Auntie Pang quickly explained the whole story behind the medicine from beginning to end.

From Shanshan gathering the grass on the back mountain, to her bursting into their home covered in mud, to her insistence that he drink this bowl of medicine.

Her voice grew more emotional as she spoke, and her eyes reddened slightly.

After hearing the full story from his wife, Yang Dapeng couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh and shake his head.

"Yun Hua, you’re actually listening to a three-year-old? Even the doctors at the city hospital couldn’t do anything about my condition... It’s nerve damage. I can’t recover much from it. This grass...

"Isn’t this just some old wives’ tale for tricking kids?"

He used to be the best in his unit, always coming in first in physical fitness tests, and his aim was so precise it was like his bullets had eyes.

His teammates all said it was only a matter of time before he was promoted to an officer position.

But ever since he was severely injured on that mission, the nerves in his lumbar spine had been damaged by the impact.

Although he had survived, his body could never return to its former state.

Now, forget about running five kilometers with a rifle; even carrying a twenty-pound bag of rice was a struggle.

He was no longer assigned to any important missions, and someone else had even quietly taken over his guard duty shifts.

Now, he could only handle some clerical work, spending his days in the office copying documents.

The couple had actually already discussed it in private.

Once the paperwork was processed, he would be discharged from the military and they would return to their hometown.

They would build a pigpen next to the old family house, grow some vegetables, raise a few chickens, and live a quiet, stable life.

"Let’s treat it as a last-ditch effort!"

Auntie Pang forcefully pushed the bowl forward.

"Are you just going to throw away the child’s kind gesture like that? Besides... it smells quite fresh. It definitely won’t hurt your stomach."

Yang Dapeng looked at the light in his wife’s eyes, and a lump formed in his throat. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to say another word of refusal.

He took the bowl and gently blew on the steam to cool it.

Then he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one go.

As the liquid slid into his mouth, the bitterness he expected never came.

It wasn’t bitter at all; in fact, it was slightly sweet and refreshing.

’Hmph, this Dragon baby personally crossed mountains to find this Spirit Grass. Curing a mere mortal’s minor illness is a piece of cake, isn’t it?’

Yang Dapeng also broke into a heartfelt smile.

His gaze toward Shanshan was filled with gratitude.

"Yes, it’s all thanks to our Shanshan."

he said in a low voice, which was slightly choked with emotion.

"This child is a little lucky charm! A treasure sent to us by heaven."

That evening, Auntie Pang specially made a bowl of steamed egg custard for Shanshan.

The two of them surrounded her, showering her with praise and laughter.

Outside the wall, a little girl was pouting and eavesdropping, her heart filled with jealousy.

She had come specifically to watch them make a fool of themselves.

But the scene before her was the complete opposite of what she had expected.

’In the end, not only did these stupid adults not kick her out, but they’re treating her like a treasure?’

’They’re really blind!’

The more Su Jiajia thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn’t help but grind her back teeth.

Su Jiajia sneered and spat on the ground.

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. Daring to put on airs with some useless weeds!"

To her, the so-called "Spirit Grass" was nothing more than a pile of weeds.

Yet, those adults actually believed it and were now fawning all over Shanshan!

「The next morning.」

Shanshan remembered dreaming last night about another patch of Dragon Beard Grass growing in a small pit, so she wanted to go dig some more.

She hadn’t slept soundly. Deep in her mind, an image of a misty hillside kept appearing.

At the bottom of the slope was a small, collapsed pit where a few vibrant green, slender leaves poked out from between the cracks of a rock.

They were fragmented memories left over from her Dragon Clan bloodline, faintly calling to her.