The first bowl of soup was given to Mrs. Chen, as this sister-in-law should indeed replenish her strength.
The people from the Qi Mansion and Uncle's Mansion looked on eagerly as their family enjoyed the steaming mutton soup, while they could only gnaw on the government-officer-issued cakes day after day, which tasted like wax, indescribably bitter.
Madam Liu bitterly bit into the cake, having become accustomed to the disparity between them. As long as she cursed in her heart, the cake seemed to taste a little better.
Yet Old Madam Li couldn't stand the bitterness of the cake and was utterly tempted by the aroma. After thinking for a while, she suddenly called Ruan Jiao over.
"Aunt Ruan, if you go ask your father for something tasty, he wouldn't deny you, would he?" Ruan Jiao's face stiffened slightly, understanding the old madam's implication.
Old Madam Li was still useful to her, so she couldn't refuse directly.
