Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 54 - The Obedient Daughter-in-Law_1

Lady Li watched her sister-in-law’s incessant tears, thinking how well she could cry, and automatically reasoned out the mother’s behavior.

Considering herself as the daughter-in-law who understood mother the best, she offered an explanation, “Mother is embarrassed.”

Zhao Shi was somewhat incredulous, “Really?”

Lady Li nodded emphatically, “Really, so sister-in-law, you return to your room and continue making clothes.

Mother knows your gratitude.”

Zhao Shi felt her sister-in-law’s words somewhat credible.

She had previously misjudged her; the sister-in-law wasn’t a pushover idiot; she was clever beyond measure.

“Then I’ll go back.”

Lady Li waved her off, “Go ahead.”

Just go, don’t compete with her for mother’s attention.

Zhulan had just taken out the evening’s food when she overheard this conversation, feeling utterly exhausted.

Life still had to go on.

She waited until Zhao Shi went back to her room before carrying out the food.

Lady Li quickly took it over, seeing the millet, “Mother, are we making millet porridge for dinner?”

Zhulan considered the menu internally, “Yes, the staple will be millet porridge and cornmeal cakes mixed with white flour.

Half a hen will be used for chicken soup, and the other half for a mushroom stew.

We’ll also make a dish of stir-fried chili with eggs.”

Running a household certainly isn’t easy, even meal preparation must consider everyone in the family.

The third son and the eldest son both love spicy food; if no spicy dish is cooked, they end up washing peppers to eat with their meal.

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The original host didn’t manage balance, but since her arrival, she had been striving for it.

Don’t underestimate the importance of food; it’s the minor comforts that warm the heart.

Within just a few days, the third son, Chang Lian, was no longer calculating at every turn, and he had become much more amiable.

Lady Li noted down everything.

Zhulan took out a ceramic jar, first decocting the medicine for nourishment, the other jar waiting for the second son to send the doctor back to the county town, so she could cook the medicine that had been prescribed.

While boiling water, Lady Li asked, “Mother, I just saw the second son sending the doctor away.

Is father feeling unwell?”

Zhulan then remembered that Lady Li wasn’t home and had no idea what had happened; she thought Zhao Shi would have mentioned it.

Recalling that Zhao Shi never talked unnecessarily, and recognizing another merit in her, Zhulan didn’t keep it secret and revealed the issue with Da Qian.

Lady Li impulsively wanted to say they should send Da Qian away quickly as he was a big trouble, but when the words reached her lips, she sealed them in.

She intended to be the daughter-in-law who listened to her mother-in-law, and she asked no further.

Zhulan gestured for Lady Li to keep an eye on the ceramic jar and went back to the main room to ask Zhou Shuren, “What did the doctor say?”

Zhou Shuren replied with relief, “Typhoid isn’t much of an issue, but the problems with the body are more serious.

Fortunately, I had a few years of foundation from my youth.

It’s not too late for anything, but I need to take good care of myself.

I won’t recover in a few years, and I shouldn’t think of doing physical labor in the future, as it could affect my lifespan.”

The doctor’s exact words were that, fortunately, the illness was discovered early.

If the torment had gone on for a few more years, the boy wouldn’t have lived past thirty.

Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief, thankful internally that Zhang Datie had been kind to his eldest son when there wasn’t a second son around, otherwise, Da Qian would have long since been tormented to death.

She reached out tenderly and stroked Da Qian’s dry hair, “Then you just focus on getting better.”

Da Qian lay still, not daring to move, clutching the blanket tightly with both hands.

For the first time in many years, someone touched his hair gently, and his eyes reddened, but he couldn’t utter words of thanks.

He had nothing to offer, and his gratitude was worth too little.