At dawn, the people in the courtyard woke up one after another. The little boy woke up three times last night. The first time, he fed him boiled goat milk. The second time, Zi Yan had milk. The old granny guarded Zi Yan's room. Although she was not as agile as the young people, she was very meticulous in taking care of Zi Yan and her son.
The maidservant went to make breakfast.
Last night, Qing Yan and Yue Gou had already gone to the market to buy a large pile of food. There were white rice grains in the rice jar, and there were also smoked chickens, ducks, and cured meat in the cupboard. There were dozens of pounds of them. It was difficult at home, and Madam Lan no longer ate meat or fish. Every day, she only asked the maidservant to cook two eggs and a bowl of brown sugar water for Zi Yan. The maidservant was so craving for meat that she was about to cry. When she saw so many ingredients, her eyes almost lit up.
