Mrs. Jing was just a bit too sincere, truly kind to someone when she wished to be, unlike Jing Shu, who was more calculating.
Sometimes Jing Shu even wondered if she was actually a villain from some author's creation. Otherwise, why had she done everything a typical villain would do? Hmm...
"Okay, since rarity confers value, let's give them half a kilogram of strawberries."
"That chubby kid likes nuts, so let's also send half a kilogram of cashews; they're nutritious and tasty."
"Minister Niu's house isn't lacking in water or electricity, and they probably aren't short of ordinary vegetables either. Let's send them a small jar of pickled vegetables and thirty eggs."
By this time, eggs had become even scarcer than vegetables. The chickens on the farms had all died. Aside from the free-range chickens kept by rural households, only the government's livestock department greenhouses still had some domestic poultry, kept alive with air conditioning.
