Early the next morning, an aunt took fresh mare's milk from Yun Xiu's hands and delivered it to the Ye Family's quarters.
Hearing it was mare's milk, Zhang Rong'er, who had just gotten up outside the courtyard, quickly ran over with a big smile, eagerly poured it into a bowl, and drank one bowl after another.
No one knew how they had cooked it, but the taste of this mare's milk was far better than the others!
Moreover, it had been a long time since she had such delicacies; during the journey from Youyang to Wuheng, she mainly consumed dry food.
As a result, greedily, she drank five or six bowls in one go.
On the other side, Zhang Xingzhi's angry scolding could be heard as he hurriedly ran out of the side latrine with his pants held up awkwardly.
"Mother! Mother! What kind of broken place is this, the latrine is overflowing!!"
He ran out looking disgusted. For some reason, the side latrine was completely filled with waste, and it was all flowing out.
