Chun Ning brought back the eldest aunt from the village, who came carrying a big chicken drumstick given by Aunt Luo from next door.
"Even the wound on her head wasn't suffered in vain."
In the end, Aunt Luo managed to find her laying hen, and the drumstick was her way of expressing gratitude, perfect for making soup to nourish the sister-in-law.
"Hey hey hey..."
The baby woke up, calling out affectionately.
"Quick, quick, let me hold him." Mrs. Xu, now a grandmother for the first time, was naturally overjoyed. She wanted to hold him as soon as she arrived, but the baby was asleep and couldn't be disturbed. Now that he was awake, she could finally hold him.
"Mother, the child might be hungry."
Zhu Lingling felt embarrassed to say it. The child had been hungry earlier, and Chun Nuan asked her to nurse him, but she couldn't, leaving the baby suckling dry and crying as he kicked and flailed anxiously.
