Su Shenfan held Bu Yaolian’s hand under the blanket. On the first day of the new year, Bu Yaolian was still alive. This made him feel happy, like he had regained something he had lost.

  Su Shenfan said indifferently, “Your family welcomed the God of Wealth last night. Do you have chickens? If not, a duck will be fine. Make some soup for my wife. She hasn’t eaten for a few days, and her body is too weak.”


  The old lady nodded. “Yes, we have chickens and ducks, as well as eggs. She’s too weak. Should I get a doctor?”


  “No need. I don’t want anyone else to know about us.”


  The old lady tactfully didn’t say anything else and left with her grandson, Wang Cai. After a while, Su Shenfan heard the sound of chickens flapping their wings in the yard.

  Bu Yaolian was in a deep sleep, and the loud noise didn’t wake her at all.

  Su Shenfan leaned over and kissed her lips. “Su Lian, you’ve slept too long. Eat something before you sleep again.”


  Bu Yaolian naturally ignored him.

  Su Shenfan sighed a little. The obedient and sensible Su Lian was still the cutest. This Su Lian, without any life, really made him anxious.

  He got out of bed and covered Bu Yaolian with the blanket. He opened the door and went out to take a look.

  It was a rundown cottage that was a hundred times shabbier than any other house on the road.

  There was a small yard outside. There were a few vegetables planted in front of the yard, but the vegetables were buried under the heavy snow from yesterday.

  The yard was surrounded by a simple wooden fence. There were two peach trees outside the fence and a stream not far away.

  In the south was the center of the village where dozens of families lived. It was still some distance away.

  “Why are you outside? Wang Cai is killing a chicken. It’ll take more than an hour to stew it. Do you want to eat some spring rolls to fill your stomach?” the old lady asked when she saw him.

  The man had given Wang Cai a gold ingot last night. Wasn’t he the God of Wealth to the old lady?

  She lived in the village with her grandson, and there wasn’t a man in the house. She depended on weaving nets and embroidering shoes to make a living. Gold ingots were a rare sight.

  She never expected someone to knock on the door last night, and it was actually a wealthy man.

  “Mm.” Su Shenfan hummed softly. The sun outside was warm, but the wind was still cold.

  If it wasn’t for the cold wind, he would’ve let Yaolian come out and bask in the sun.

  The old lady knew that such a bigshot didn’t like to talk, so she didn’t fuss, nor did she dare.

  She went in and served him spring rolls, porridge, and a bowl of egg soup.

  These really weren’t delicious. Su Shenfan frowned when he ate them.

  Looking at the woman sleeping on the bed, Su Shenfan frowned even more. It seemed that he hadn’t eaten alone for a long time.

  The old lady was eating in a corner. Seeing that he seemed to be having a hard time, she knew that he wasn’t used to such simple food.

  Wang Cai came in with a washed and skinned chicken. The old lady put down the net she was holding and followed him into the kitchen.

  She had to make the chicken taste better so that the God of Wealth could enjoy it.

  The girl looked weak. They would probably stay here for a few more days.

  After the meal, the old lady prepared to go to the small sundry shop to buy more meat.

  The old lady stewed the chicken and cut the only piece of cured meat she had at home for the new year. She fried a few eggs with chives and made a table of dishes that she thought were very sumptuous.

  She put the food on the table. The sickly lady still hadn’t woken up.