Looking at Cui Qingrou’s wistful expression, Mo Yan’s heart stirred. "Mother, are you still eating the dicinal als? How do you feel?"
Last year, when the family visited Bao Hua Temple, Cui Qingrou got so sick from climbing the mountain that she vomited profusely. After returning, Mo Yan had prepared a special dicinal al for her. Unless sothing unexpected happened, three to five months of eating it should improve her cold and frail constitution, preventing her from getting sick so easily.
Seeing her daughter shift the topic abruptly, Cui Qingrou thought Mo Yan disliked being rushed to have children, and an expression of helpless amusent appeared on her face, "If you don’t like hearing about it, I won’t talk about it! I am still eating the dicinal als, and now my hands and feet aren’t as cold as before, and I feel much more refreshed. It seems to be effective."
Upon hearing it was effective, Mo Yan was not surprised, and extended her hand, "Mother, let take your pulse first."
Cui Qingrou complied without a word, placing her hand on the table with a content smile on the corner of her mouth.
A short while later, Mo Yan withdrew her hand and said with a smile, "Mother, your pulse is indeed much better. We can switch to another type of dicinal al! I’ll write down the prescription later, and you will eat that from now on. In three months, I’ll check on you again."
Now that she had married, it was inconvenient for her to frequently return ho and provide the family with fresh vegetables from Space and add Spirit Spring Water to the water supply. It was easier to handle with other family mbers since their health had been well maintained by the Spirit Spring Water over the years. However, because her mother had been married into the family for a shorter ti, she would have even less contact with Spirit Spring Water in the future. Mo Yan had to use dicinal als to condition her mother’s body first, ensuring she could withstand the impact of the Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Spring Water...
Cui Qingrou thought she was already feeling very well and didn’t need to go through such hassle, but seeing her daughter so happy, she didn’t have the heart to dampen her filial spirit and said kindly, "Alright, I’ll listen to you."
The mother and daughter chatted for a while longer before the Wu family ca to visit Mo Yan.
The pancake stall had now expanded to four outlets, one in each of the four markets to the east, west, south, and north, each renting a shop front along the street. Although the profit was less, there were more custors, and the silver they earned each month was enough for the Wu family to live a modestly wealthy life in the city, even affording to keep a few servants wasn’t a problem.
But having lived through many years of hardship, the Wu family, now more prosperous, hadn’t beco extravagant or complacent. They continued to live a life of self-reliance and sufficiency.
Aunt Wu, however, on Mo Yan’s suggestion, had purchased three more maids to help manage the four shops. She could now just stroll to the stores every day, no longer needing to toil in the wind and rain like before. Her whole deanor grew increasingly authoritative as a shopkeeper, becoming ever more radiant and striking.
Several widowers, impressed by the capable and gentle Aunt Wu, had sent go-betweens to propose marriage multiple tis. However, Aunt Wu had no desire to remarry, not wishing her children to suffer under a stepfather, and had resolutely refused. As proposals were declined ti and again, the number of suitors began to dwindle.
"Shitou, co and eat so candy." Mo Yan placed a plate of sweets before Shitou, pinched his little cheek, and beckoned him to eat.
Now, Shitou was no longer the skinny, little runt he used to be. He was eating for an eight-year-old, growing so rapidly, his face round and adorable.
Shitou glanced at his mother, and seeing that she had given her approval, timidly said "thank you" to Mo Yan, picked a piece of candy from the plate to put in his mouth, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
"So adorable!" Mo Yan couldn’t help but pinch his cheek again, then turned to Aunt Wu and said, "Aunt Wu, Shitou isn’t little anymore, is it ti for him to start school?"
Looking at her son, who resembled a little squirrel, Aunt Wu said helplessly, "Yan girl, do you think I don’t want to send him? But this child, I don’t know who he takes after, he’s just too shy. He’s okay around people he knows but clams up in front of strangers. I worry that if I send him to school, no teacher will want to accept him."
Mo Yan was surprised as she looked at Little Stone, having no idea he behaved like this around strangers. If it was truly this severe, it was indeed unlikely that any teacher would want to accept him.
The child’s temperant could have been influenced by the environnt in which he grew up. Later on, Aunt Wu separated from Mo Yongfu. Concerned about him being teased by the clueless children in the village, she restricted him to the house, which likely caused his shyness.
After thinking for a mont, Mo Yan said, "Aunt Wu, why not let him et more strangers first? How about this, bring him to the shop every day, slowly teach him how to interact with people. Over ti, it should be helpful."
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