Before Qing'er could open her mouth, Zhang Rong'er had already confessed timidly.
"Sister Mianmian, I passed by the small kitchen earlier and saw... saw some delicious food, and couldn't resist eating a bit."
"Is that just a bit? You ate up all the mare's milk and pastries!"
Qing'er interrupted her scolding, and then turned to tell Ruan Mian: "Sister, that cup of mare's milk and pastries was meticulously prepared by the matron for the woman and child to replenish their bodies with. She just gave birth and is in postpartum recovery—it's only right to eat something good."
"A young mare doesn't produce much milk in a day, and she drank it all by herself. Isn't that infuriating?"
Qing'er was referring to the woman they helped deliver the other day.
After she woke up, Qing'er asked her many questions, but the woman refused to say anything, just pitifully pleading for them to take in the child.
