Liu Guizhi returned anxiously, unsure whether the matter was resolved or not.
As she entered, Jiang Xiaoxiao came to greet her.
A steamy pot of noodle soup.
The Liu family's kitchen lacked everything; no matter how skilled she was, she couldn't conjure variety from thin air. She could only use some flour and greens from her own supplies to make a meal of noodle soup.
She dared not bring out anything else. The Liu family lived in poverty, lacking even the bare essentials. Even if she claimed the food was theirs, it wouldn't be believable.
Liu Guiqin's fever had subsided, but she was still listless.
Lying on the kang, she looked at her niece.
Liu Shuren helped Jiang Xiaoxiao with chores, showing he was perceptive and considerate.
Seeing them return, Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly invited them in.
