Su Shenfan held Bu Yaolian’s hand in the bed. On the first day of the new year, Bu Yaolian was still alive. This feeling made him feel happy to recover.
Su Shenfan said lightly: “Your family greeted the God of Wealth last night. Do you have chickens? No chickens or ducks. Just boil some soup for my lady. She hasn’t eaten for a few days. She’s too weak.”
The old lady nodded: “Some, some have chickens and ducks, and there are eggs. The little girl is too weak. Do you want a doctor?”
“No, the whereabouts of my lady and I don’t want others to know.”
The old lady didn’t say much more wisely, and took the grandson Wangcai to go out again. After a while, Su Shenfan heard the roar of chickens in the courtyard and flapped her wings.
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