After dinner, Xuexue cleared the bowls and dishes, setting aside the leftover food so that Chuner, once awake, could warm it up with boiling water and not go hungry.
Normally, patients with injuries, having weak digestion, are better suited for porridge, which is easier to digest, but in the Mo family's household, where one had to always watch others' faces to get by, it was already a great fortune not to starve and resort to drinking cold water to fill one's belly. Madam Xie dared not make a fuss.
"Mother."
Having put away the bowls and dishes, Xuexue returned to the room and sat down in front of Madam Xie, her attitude very serious.
"Xuexue, what is it?"
"Mother, we have to move to the old residence tomorrow." Xuexue decided to tell her sooner rather than later, so Madam Xie could be prepared for the news that was inevitable.
"That old residence?" As if she had anticipated it, Madam Xie seemed somewhat calm.
