Ye Jiu rubbed his slightly swollen head, and Mrs. He immediately asked with concern, "Is your head hurting again? Shall we have the doctor take another look?"
Mrs. He said this and got up to go outside, but Ye Jiu stopped her right away, "Mother, I'm fine. It's just that the noise made my head swell a bit. Let me sleep for a while, and there's no need to have the doctor make another trip."
Ye Jiu knew that the Ye Family's situation was not good, and the doctor wasn't from their own village. Although the local doctor was much cheaper than the ones in town, a visit still required its fee, and since he had already been consulted, there was no need to waste more money.
"Alright, then you should go to sleep quickly. I will ask them to keep their voices down, so they won't disturb you anymore," Mrs. He said.
Ye Jiu had just closed his eyes when he heard the footsteps of Mrs. He leaving the room.
But in just a moment, the louder voice of Mrs. He, which even surpassed that of Mrs. Zhao, could be heard outside, "Mrs. Zhao, you heartless thing, don't you know your sister-in-law injured her head and needs rest? Why do you keep making such a fuss? Are you intentionally trying to harm your sister-in-law, or do you want to harm me just so you can take over the household?"
Sure enough, as soon as Mrs. He spoke out, Mrs. Zhao instantly fell silent, and it quickly became peaceful outside, allowing Ye Jiu to gradually fall deep asleep.
Their household was poor, so there were only two meals a day, with nothing to eat at noon, which even Ye Lao Han and Mrs. He didn't eat.
But Ye Jiu was injured and was also the precious darling of the old lady Mrs. He, so she was given extra meals without anyone daring to object.
With just a simple bowl of noodle soup in her belly, in this cold weather, Ye Jiu, cuddled under the blankets, felt completely warm.
Mrs. Zhang took away the bowls and utensils after Ye Jiu had finished eating and said, "Niece, don't sleep yet. There will be a bowl of medicinal soup for you later. When it's ready, I'll have Wenxuan bring it to you. Drink the medicine, and then you can sleep."
"I know, thank you, sister-in-law," Ye Jiu responded.
When Ye Wenhao brought the medicine, Ye Jiu bravely swallowed it down in spite of the bitter taste.
Handing the empty medicine bowl to Ye Wenhao, Ye Jiu then looked seriously at this little nephew.
Ye Wenhao was in fact only nine years old, and thinking back to how she distributed the eggs this morning, she realized that she had overlooked him, primarily because he hadn't shown any wishful expression.
Ye Jiu suddenly felt a bit guilty.
It's said that a crying baby gets the milk, but those well-behaved children should not be the ones to be overlooked.
Reaching out, she touched the remaining egg that still retained warmth due to being near the heated kang.
Ye Jiu took out the egg and handed it to Ye Wenhao, saying, "Wenhao, I forgot about you when I was dividing the eggs this morning, and that was my mistake. This is the last one left; you take it and eat it."
Ye Wenhao, touching the back of his head with an embarrassed smile, said, "Aunt, you're not well; keep the egg for yourself to regain strength, I am very healthy, I don't need to supplement."
Ye Jiu smiled, feeling touched.
Ye Wenhao was only a year older than Ye Wenxuan, and while Ye Wenhao thought of her ill health and declined the egg, Ye Wenxuan accepted it as a matter of course.
It's really true that not until a comparison is made do you realize who is more sensible.
"Aunt, the doctor said you need to rest well to recover. I'm going out now, so I won't bother you anymore. You should go back to sleep," said Ye Jiu, still wanting to give the egg to him, but saw Ye Wenhao leave with the empty bowl in hand.
Ye Jiu watched with a smile, holding the egg that hadn't been given away, and as she looked up, she saw Mrs. Zhao standing at the door, looking at her.