"Second Auntie, hold on." Qin Mei got up and chased after her.
Second Auntie's eyes lit up, and she stopped to wait for Qin Mei.
"Second Auntie, let me check your pulse." Qin Mei led Second Auntie back into the house.
"No, don't worry about it. These are just my old problems. I've put up with them for decades, and now I've got one foot in the grave. There's no point in wasting money," Second Auntie said dejectedly.
"Second Auntie, you're an excellent cook. The food you make is delicious, and I love it," Qin Mei said as she had Second Auntie sit down in a chair.
Second Auntie looked at her, feeling like they were talking at cross-purposes. She was talking about her illness, while Qin Mei was praising her cooking. She couldn't understand it. 'What on earth did her cooking skills have to do with her illness?'
