"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry anymore," said Ms. Wang. "We're still here for you."
"Exactly, the child can still be raised with rice soup," said the Land Officer's wife, looking at the child who might have been cramped in the womb for too long, his face a bit purple, but she really couldn't see the change in his face that Ms. Luo mentioned. The baby was still chubby, no wonder the birth was tough. She looked in the basket she had brought and said, "I brought you some brown sugar. Later, you can mix it in the rice soup for the baby to drink."
"Thank you, auntie."
Upon hearing this, the Land Officer's wife raised an eyebrow. Had Ms. Luo changed her ways? This thank you sounded much more sincere than before.
Ms. Wang then took out a longevity lock from her bosom, threaded with a red string. The lock, made of silver and carved with a blessed baby, was special because the eyes of the baby were inlaid with two gemstones, and tassels hung below; it was obviously not cheap.
