Madame Song Li thanked him profusely, and after sending the old doctor off, she turned around to look at Mian Niang. A Yunniang sighed: "No wonder Mian Niang's tofu is selling so well."

Other people could buy Mian Niang's tofu for no reason at all, and it was impossible for them to always rely on that little bit of sympathy. In just a few short months, Mian Niang was able to make the tofu business flow like the wind and water, and was not any worse than the tofu hyacinth at all. It was just that because everyone was sympathetic towards this family that was in trouble, Mian Niang was able to settle down as she was.

"It's a pity, us Mian Niang are not as vicious as the tofu hyacinth, if not, we would not have suffered so much on their family."

A Yun listened and blinked his eyes. It was true that Mian Niang did not contribute, but as for whether she was ruthless, she would have to say something else.

To be able to cut apart another person's shaft with a single slash and to watch River Pavilion kill others without even blinking, Mian Niang had experienced so many things.

Mian Niang woke up slowly. She blinked a few times subconsciously when she was dazzled by the sunlight shining through the window.

When Mistress Cloud saw this, she immediately pulled the curtains back.

"You're awake?" Several voices sounded at the same time. Mian Niang's vision was still somewhat blurry, and only a few blurry figures could be seen.

"Mother, Aunt, Mistress Cloud, Brother .." "Jiang —"

"He scared us to death." Mistress Yun interrupted her, trying her best to hide Jiang Ting's existence.

Madame Song Li sighed from the bottom of her heart, afraid that Mian Niang would say the wrong thing.

Luckily, Mian Niang did not see her shadow, and thought that she had seen wrongly, how could Jiang Ting had come back by coincidence. She had clearly seen Jiang Ting following Gu Han and the others back to the capital just before the new year celebration.

"Mother!"

She covered her head and asked the question that concerned her the most.

"Mother is fine." Madame Song Li immediately grabbed onto Mian Niang's hand and said: "You protected this mother, this mother is really fine."

"Mother?" Mian Niang's gaze gradually cleared up, and upon seeing that Madame Song was indeed safe and sound, she relaxed.

"It's good that you're fine."

"Mother is fine, everything is fine."

As Madame Song spoke, her tears fell uncontrollably. She said full of guilt, "It was Mother who implicated you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have fallen down like this."

Mian Niang smiled as she caressed her face and said: "Look at what you have to say, if something happens to you, how am I supposed to explain it to Abba and Brother?"

"There's no need to explain, Mian Niang, you don't need to explain to anyone."

Madame Song said repeatedly, "No matter what happens in the future, you just have to protect yourself."

Mian Niang did not understand how Mother's attitude could have such a huge change. She, who was already used to Mother's cold attitude, did not know how to deal with such a situation, and was at a loss of what to do.

She subconsciously looked towards A Yunniang for help. A Yunniang noticed and hurriedly came over, saying: "Your child has just woken up, don't talk to her about this, let her rest properly. Mian Niang, do you want some hot water?"

Mian Niang hurriedly replied with an "En".

Mistress Cloud immediately went to pour water, and Madame Song slowly released her daughter's hand.

His heart felt bitter.

When Mian Niang woke up, she was the first one to be concerned about him. However, when she was helpless, she threw a pleading look at A Yunniang.

They were clearly the people who were closest to each other. When had she, her mother, been unable to be trusted by her own daughter?

Mian Niang drank some water to ease her thirst and became more spirited. She looked at Lady Song Li and smiled.

With some caution.

Madame Song and Li pulled out a smile, but their hearts were feeling even more uncomfortable.

This was not what she wanted. What she wanted was to be like before, where there was nothing between mother and daughter. She wanted to be like before, where there was nothing between mother and daughter.

Just like when they were making the muslin together, they could calmly and peacefully discuss matters of the family.

But thinking back, Madame Song Li suddenly realized that Mian Niang at that time seemed to be like this as well, respectful and careful. Even when she spoke, she thought about it, and the relationship between mother and daughter never returned to how it was in the past.

Mian Niang cared about her, respected her, and cared about her thoughts, but she was not the person her daughter should rely on the most.

Thinking of this, Madame Song's heart immediately felt heavy.

There was an indescribable feeling of dull pain.

Madame Song quickly told Song Zhien to boil the medicine, but she immediately took the medicine away. "What does a little child know?

As she spoke, she took the medicine away, and Song Zhien immediately went to help.

A Yunniang sat for a while longer, seeing that Mian Niang was temporarily fine, he rejected Madame Song's suggestion of staying at their young home to eat, then got up and went back to prepare dinner.

Madame Song Li sat there, and for a moment, she did not know what to say. Facing Mian Niang, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

Always being stared at by Madame Song, Mian Niang also felt uncomfortable all over.

Madame Song sensed that and pulled Mian Niang's blanket over her and instructed her to rest properly. She then went down to the ground and used her walking stick to leave.

She went first to the kitchen.

Song Zhien was looking at the medicine furnace while Mistress Yun was cooking.

The old doctor had already taken medicine for both of them. Since there was only a jar in the house, he could only boil some medicine for Mian Niang.

The meals at home were all ready, the pickled potatoes stewed in the morning, the rice cake mixed with white corn flour, and a plate of bean buns.

Mistress Cloud grabbed two plates of rice and prepared to make the porridge.

Madame Song Li pointed to the tightly sealed clay pot at the corner. "There are eggs inside. Mistress Yun, cook a bowl of chicken cake for Mian Niang."

Mistress Cloud gave an "ah!" and went to open the jar. Sure enough, there was half a jar of eggs kept in millet.

"Aunt, I'm really convinced. No wonder my aunt said that your family lives the most meticulously in this village. There are still eggs here. Did you lay them in the autumn?"

Madame Song Li nodded. "I sold everything I bought previously, but I didn't even have the spare money to sell them. I kept them all."

"Staying here for a whole winter just like that, you're really impressive."

Just like what Lady Song Li said, it really wasn't much, only about a dozen or so.

If this were his home, he would have finished all the eggs long ago. This family, on the other hand, had lived such a miserable life that they would not even be willing to eat an egg.

The neighbors on the left and right lived quite a bit, but none of them were like their families, who ate bean curd cornbread seed on their sixth day of school.

As per Mrs. Song and Li Jun's instructions, Mistress Cloud beat two eggs, dropped a drop of oil into the bowl, put in the seasoning, stirred it, and then placed the eggs together with the warm brine in the pot.

"Sorry for the trouble."

"It's fine, auntie. "Why are you being so courteous? Honestly speaking, it's not that good. My cooking really isn't that tasty. I don't know what kind of cake this chicken cake can be steamed into, so don't mind it."

It was for this reason that the mother-in-law of the family didn't want her to cook anymore and despised her cooking.

Madame Song Li stood there, not knowing what to say. You didn't cook well, so why didn't you say so earlier? She could have steamed the chicken cake.

Mistress Cloud also thought of this as she scratched her head and smiled awkwardly.

"It's fine, as long as you can eat, Mian Niang will never be picky."

Madame Song and Li were either comforting herself or comforting Mistress Cloud.

"It's cold here, then aunty, you go back to your room first. There's me and hyposome here, there's no need for you."

"Alright, then I'll go back first."

Mistress Yun nodded her head and Madame Song left. Mistress Yun turned her head and saw that Song Zhien was laughing secretly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking that Big Brother Thug is a good person."

When Mistress Cloud heard the hidden meaning behind his words, she said with a fierce expression, "Alright, you hyposome, after a few days of studying, you haven't learnt much about the ways of saints, but you're the one who's bad at learning it first."

"How can that be? I didn't say anything!"

Song Zhien played dumb.

When the doctor said that Sis A was fine, he felt much better.

Mistress Cloud said a few more sentences, but not only did she not understand what he meant, she even wanted him to beat her to a pulp.

You are getting more and more amazing. You are still young and have a lot of good intentions, but you are not as simple and honest as brother Dalang and not as gentle and kind as Mian Niang.

Song Zhien thought about something, looked at the steam rising from the jar and said softly: "Simple and honest are always at a disadvantage."

"Huh?" Mistress Cloud did not hear his mutterings clearly and looked at him suspiciously.

Song Zhien said, "Oh, I say, Young Mistress Yun, shouldn't you have poured out the medicinal juice from the jar?"

Mistress Cloud walked over, used a cloth to remove the lid of the jar, poured out the medicinal liquid and added water, allowing Song Zhien to continue watching.

The chicken cake had already been steamed, so Mistress Yun opened the wok and brought out the chicken cake, along with a bowl of porridge for Mian Niang. After covering the wok with the wok again, she took the curtain made from straw and carried it over along with the medicine.

When she pushed the door open, Mian Niang did not know what she was looking for. She hurriedly put away the food and medicine in her hands, and asked with a tinge of reproach: "What are you looking for? If you have anything to say to us, just say it. "

"Nothing."

Mian Niang was confused.

She lost Jiang Ting's jade pendant, who knows if it was dropped on the mountain, or when they saw her take it off after they went back home.

Mian Niang sized up Mistress Cloud, but she could not tell anything at all. She could not help but guess that she fell on top of the mountain?

If that were the case, Mother and the others would not be able to see it, unless it was buried in the snow.

His clothes had been changed by Mistress Cloud and her daughter. If they were to put them away, Mistress Cloud would definitely tell her.

That jade pendant seemed to be expensive, but to Jiang Ting, it was also a keepsake. If he really lost it, how would he explain it to him?

Mian Niang's heart was in a state of panic, but she was still unable to bear the anxiety. She grabbed onto Mistress Yun's sleeve and asked urgently, "Mistress Yun, do you see what I'm wearing on my neck?"