Yu Changhe cooked plain porridge and salted duck eggs. Seeing Zhao Erya showed no sign of waking up, they started eating by themselves.
After finishing the meal, Yu Changhe boiled a large pot of hot water for them to bathe.
Yu Xiaolian bathed herself and then helped Zhao Erya with a simple wipe down.
As she wiped, she joked with Mrs. Sun, "Mother, I feel like I haven't brought back a maid, but a lady of high status. I even have to serve her."
Mrs. Sun watched as Yu Xiaolian wiped Zhao Erya's little cat-like face clean and then started wiping Zhao Erya's hands.
Suddenly, Yu Xiaolian's joking expression froze for a moment, and she called out, "Mother..."
Mrs. Sun touched Zhao Erya's blood-stained pants, sighed deeply, and thought it was impossible to come out intact from such a place as a brothel?
Mrs. Sun spoke seriously, "Lian'er, are you sure keeping Erya is the right thing to do? After all, the less people know about your superstore space, the better."
