Jiang Wunian made a meal for Xu Shulou, and also prepared a serving for Shen Nanwei.
The aroma of spicy and delicious dishes filled her nostrils, but what she tasted was just a bowl of plain rice with a hint of millet fragrance. Who could bear such a contrast?
She couldn't take it anymore.
Shen Nanwei added two spoonfuls of duck blood in chili sauce soup to her bland rice porridge.
The next day, the second, third, and fourth pimples all appeared together.
Shen Nanwei was now in the stage of giving up and letting herself go.
A mother who's both a defeated fish and letting herself go was really unbearable.
Starting yesterday, the spiciness of the dishes had been reduced, and some heat-clearing and detoxifying tea had been made. She drank it from time to time when it was placed on the table.
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The sound of bubbling water heating on the stove came from the kitchen. Lu Jingzhi turned off the fire to prepare the tea, then continued practicing her calligraphy.
