The more Madam Hu spoke, the more excited she became. "Bian Yuanzhi has already put on new clothes. In just a few days, he's gained weight and his complexion has improved. After eating, a maidservant will wipe his mouth and make sure that his soup isn't too hot. He can buy whatever he wants. He can even throw away a stick of candied hawthorn just for fun."
When she said this, even the children beside her came over and swallowed their saliva with sparkling eyes.
"Why would he throw it away? He can give it to me."
Madam Hu glanced at the child who spoke. "To you? When he was suffering here in the past, did you give him a grain of corn? Dream on."
Everyone was extremely envious. If they had known that Bian Yuanzhi had such good fortune, they would have treated him better.
One of the families in the crowd was stunned. When they thought of the bag of white rice that had suddenly appeared in their room a few days ago, their hearts pounded.
