"Yes!"
Mrs. Yuan knew Yun Jinnian's nature, quiet yet resolute, abiding by her words without the slightest deviation.
Everything was carefully weighed in her heart, how to act and what to measure; she knew well and wouldn't tell a soul.
Yun Jinnian had a secret, one that even Mrs. Yuan couldn't grasp, an unfathomable mystery.
The meal was served.
Greens, pickles, egg soup.
"Grandpa, time to eat!"
"Oh, yes, yes, time to eat!"
The food was bland and tasteless, yet Jinnian ate slowly, in tiny bites.
Chu Yu's cook in the secluded valley was very skilled, capable of preparing nourishing meals, which had greatly improved Jinnian's digestion, allowing her to eat more than before, but only slightly more.
Once she overate, Jinnian would vomit.
Not just the food but also bile, after which she'd be unable to eat for days.
Chu Yu never dared to pressure her to eat more after that.
However, Han Xuzi's heart was twisted with pain.
Blaming himself, blaming Mrs. Han.
