Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao drank Ganoderma water several times, but were unaffected and slept exceptionally well.
Chiang Xiao heard it, though she just listened with her chin propped up as if she were listening to a song.
This was something she should have done sooner—Chiang Baohe was like a venomous snake, never knowing when he would strike them. It was better to take care of it early.
No matter what, she had to ensure his foot would not heal.
Tomorrow she would inquire further—if his injury was serious enough, that would be the end of it. If not, she didn’t mind doing something more.
After learning of the wonders of the Magic Brush, Chiang Xiao spent half the night drawing in the Space, only coming out to sleep at midnight.
The people of the Old Chiang Family indeed had no time to care for Chiang Xiao.
Chiang Baohe’s foot was seriously injured. Upon examining it last night, Huang Yizhen at the health station found that the deepest part of the wound had reached the bone, and that it appeared a sharp object had been inserted directly into it, causing the bone to fracture.
If it were not for the bone injury, she could have managed, but since the bone was involved, and all the members of the Old Chiang Family were troublesome, she worried about being held responsible for any mishaps and strongly urged them to go to a hospital for treatment.
So, the next day Chiang Baoguo took a day off, and along with Chiang Songtao, took Chiang Baohe to the town hospital.
That afternoon the Chiang Family had visitors.
It was Ge Dejun and Liu Pei.
Although Ge Liutao had already acknowledged them at the hospital, this was the first formal visit of her brother and sister-in-law, which was a big occasion for her.
Ge Dejun and Liu Pei had deliberately avoided mealtime for their visit, worried that Ge Liutao would go to the trouble of preparing lunch for them.
They were well aware of the Chiang Family’s situation and could not impose further burden on Ge Liutao.
But when Ge Liutao brought out two bowls of sweetened eggs, they couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Each bowl contained two eggs, smooth and white with a sweet fragrance.
"Big sister, why be so formal? These eggs should be saved to nourish the brother-in-law or Chiang Xiao," said Ge Dejun, waving Chiang Xiao over, "Come here, girl. These are for you."
Chiang Xiao, who had always lived among a bunch of eccentric troublemakers, had only ever experienced being scolded, beaten, and robbed. Suddenly, a great-uncle appeared, generously offering her the sweet eggs with a kind and benevolent smile, causing her to feel a twinge at the bridge of her nose.
Warmth had been too scarce; just a little touch was enough to move her.
"Great-uncle, you and great-aunt should eat. Grandpa and Grandma eat eggs every day."
"You’re still young and growing; eat a bit more."
"Right, Xiao girl, this bowl from great-aunt is for you too. If you can’t finish, keep it in the pot to stay warm. You can eat it tonight," Liu Pei called her over as well.
"Great-uncle, great-aunt, really, there’s no need. I ate this morning." No matter how good eggs were, one a day was enough. Chiang Xiao wasn’t particularly interested in sweetened eggs.
Moreover, inviting esteemed guests over and serving them sweetened eggs was a local custom, meant to leave the guests feeling ’sweet’. Grandma wished she could have offered them even more.
Chiang Songhai also joined in, urging them to eat.
"De Jun, eat, both of you eat." Due to his back injury, he couldn’t go anywhere and naturally stayed at home.
At that moment, Ge Liutao couldn’t help but feel pained at the thought of the three pounds of pork; if only she had listened to Little, she could have had a gift to offer when her brother left.
Considering their economic situation, the three feet of cloth, a pound of sugar, and half a pound of candies brought by Ge Dejun and Liu Pei were already quite generous gifts.
Although it wasn’t much, Chiang Xiao cherished the gesture immensely; that’s what true affection was.
Unfortunately, there was nothing suitable to give in return at home, apart from those baskets of eggs.
In the end, Ge Dejun and Liu Pei could only pick up their bowls and eat the eggs. They had walked and were hungry and thirsty. Taking a sip of the sweet broth, they found it deliciously sweet.