Chapter 108: The Angry Mother-in-law

  It was just a moment of absent-mindedness, but I couldn't recall it anyway, so I had to give up. After a while, I laughed at myself for being overly cautious - I see him every day, what kind of expression would he have that I haven't seen before?

  I suppressed my emotions and continued to feed him the remaining medicine. Song Tang was somewhat unhappy, only pursing his lips to take the medicine, without saying much. I also didn't dare say anything more, after all, he had been ill for so many years, being belittled and bullied was normal, if he couldn't even bear this small grievance, then what reason did he have to live until now?

  After taking the medicine, Hong Ling said he had only eaten a little rice at noon and was preparing something good for dinner.

  I thought for a moment, it's been a long time since the Double Seventh Festival, the weather has turned cool, and the air is dry, so I couldn't eat spicy food. After a brief hesitation, I only instructed her to prepare a small bowl of glutinous rice sesame balls, and the rest were all pineapple, desserts were just milkshakes.

  This kind of thing is most beneficial for tonifying the stomach and generating fluids.

  Every time Song Tang heard that I was going to cook, he would have a painful expression on his face. However, he also knew that my illness had gradually improved, so he didn't dare say anything more.

  What puzzles me most is that he should be recovering quickly, but his improvement isn't obvious, and as soon as the weather changes, he relapses.

  I opened the window and a gust of autumn wind blew in, already carrying a hint of coolness. I just wish winter would come later, people with asthma fear nothing more than the coming of winter!

  Just as I was lost in thought, Lü Shi walked in through the door. Her beautiful face showed a rare look of worry and discontent, and I thought to myself that she must have suffered some grievance at the hands of Madame again, so I just smiled and went over to pay my respects.

  Her face looked extremely difficult, looking at me as if she wanted to say something, but after glancing at the pale and venomous Song Tang, she didn't say anything more, as if there was something holding her back.

  I didn't say much either, just stood by and waited until she had carefully asked about Song Tang's illness, then pulled my hand and forced a smile, saying: "A new stitch I've learned, let me go out to the outer room and show you, see if you can embroider it."

  I nodded slightly and looked at Song Tang when he had already turned his back, seemingly having fallen asleep.