Su Qing did not rest after returning from the manor. She cooked a large bowl of porridge and ate the corn she planted. She drank three big bowls in one meal.
When the children woke, she ordered the imperial kitchen to warm the remaining porridge in the pot.
Yun' er, Zhang Qi, and Ziqi saw the big bowl of porridge that was served. It smelled so good!
"This is the fruit of your labor. Is it delicious?"
When Su Qing heard that the children had woken up, she came over in a cloak. When she saw the children eating porridge, she smiled.
"Delicious."
Yun' er nodded heavily. The fruits of labor were indeed delicious.
Her small hands had calluses from breaking the corn grains. Su Qing had applied medicine on them while they were sleeping. They were wrapped in gauze and could not hold chopsticks, so they used a small spoon to scoop them up. Yun' er's tiny mouth was stuffed. This soft porridge was delicious.
