“Master Gjerj, the mistress is currently……” The midwives immediately followed Gjerj into the room with urgent expressions on their faces.

  “Step aside! Coming through!” Another loud voice sounded as Harrison rushed into the courtyard like a fat hurricane, running faster than he ever had in his life and almost knocking over the two midwives. He then screeched to a halt in the room and panted heavily as he forced a smile onto his face. “Take…… Take this into the room…… and feed it to Miranda…… You can save both then……”


  The midwife pushed aside the container in Harrison’s hands with a slightly angry expression. “This isn’t the time for a meal! If we stall any longer, both of them are going to die!”


  “Oi!” Harrison hurriedly cradled the container in his arms as he flared up with rage. “Calm down! This was made by Boss Mag, and it’s Miranda’s favorite food. How’s she supposed to give birth without any energy?”


  Harrison dragged a female servant over before thrusting the container into her arms, and yelling, “Hurry up and take this into the room!”


  “Oh!” The servant was a little flustered, but she still did as she was told.

  “Mother!” Parmer had already collapsed by the side of the bed, sobbing as he looked up at Miranda.

  “Parmer…… Gjerj……” Miranda opened her eyes as tears flowed down her cheeks.

  “Miranda, Boss Mag is back, and he cooked you some chicken soup and Yangzhou fried rice. Have some so you have the energy to give birth.” Gjerj’s entire body was trembling as he tipped the porridge from the nearby bowl onto the ground, and then opened the lid on the earthenware pot.

  The rich and delectable aroma of chicken soup immediately wafted through the entire room.

  Miranda’s nose twitched as she lay on the bed, and a hint of hope took the place of the despair in her eyes. She was suddenly struck by a sense of hunger that had been absent for the past few days, and she felt as if she could eat an entire cow whole. She gulped involuntarily, and the allure of the chicken soup had even made her forget her agony.

  “Boss Mag…… This is the aroma of Boss Mag’s food……” A ray of light seemed to have shone into Miranda’s heart, and she was even struck by an impulsive urge to sit up.

  That smells so good! The female servant wore an urgent expression on her face, but she still couldn’t help but be distracted by the delectable aroma coming from the earthenware pot. However, in Miranda’s current condition, would drinking chicken soup really help her?

  Gjerj carefully poured the chicken soup from the pot into the bowl, almost spilling some in the process as his hands were trembling so much.

  “Chicken soup! Miranda, have some chicken soup!”


  Gjerj hurried over to Miranda’s bedside with the bowl of soup while the servant nearby hurriedly placed a pillow under Miranda’s head for support. In her current condition, getting her to sit up could prove to be lethal.

  “Open wide.” Gjerj scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and quickly blew on it a few times before pouring it into Miranda’s waiting mouth.

  The chicken soup was a little hot, but its incredible flavor poured over her taste buds like soothing spring rain. Her lifeless tongue was revitalized, and she felt as if her body had come alive as well.

  Gulp.

  Miranda swallowed, and the warm chicken soup trickled down her throat, lubricating her esophagus and nurturing her internal organs. Wisps of energy flowed into her feeble cells, injecting her with renewed energy.

  What was even more incredible was that the feeling of warmth didn’t disappear after entering her stomach. Instead, it traveled to her lower abdomen as if the fetus was also being nurtured.

  The crippling agony down below was alleviated significantly, and the child also seemed to have been soothed as it ceased kicking in her womb.

  Miranda’s expression immediately eased significantly, and a hint of color returned to her cheeks.

  “The mistress…… She drank it!” the servant cried with elation.

  During the past few days, they’d tried everything they could, looking for all types of food to try and stimulate Miranda’s appetite, all to no avail, but she was now drinking this chicken soup!

  “Mother, you’re definitely going to get better.” Parmer was also overjoyed as he clenched Miranda’s hand tightly in his own little hands.

  “Here comes some more.” Gjerj was filled with elation as he carefully fed Miranda another spoonful of chicken soup.

  Thus, Gjerj fed the bowl of chicken soup to her one spoonful after another, and Miranda’s complexion improved at a rate that was almost discernible to the naked eye.

  Gjerj rose to his feet to pour another bowl of chicken soup while Miranda held Parmer’s hand, and gently crooned, “Don’t cry, Parmer, you’re a brave boy.”


  Parmer hurriedly wiped the tears from his face as he nodded vigorously. “Yes, I won’t cry anymore.”


  “Good boy.” A smile appeared on Miranda’s face. Her body was still quite feeble, but her condition had clearly improved significantly. The child in her womb was so still that it was as if it had fallen asleep, and the chicken soup in her stomach continued to supply her with energy.

  Miranda looked up at the approaching Gjerj, and said, “Help me up; I want to sit while I drink.”


  “Alright.” Gjerj looked into Miranda’s eyes before handing the bowl in his hand over to the servant. He then carefully helped Miranda up into a sitting position, and stacked a layer of soft blankets behind her back.

  “The chicken soup is very good.” Miranda looked at Gjerj with a faint smile on her face.

  Gjerj repressed the sour feeling in his tear ducts as he forced a smile onto his face, and said, “Then drink more of it. Boss Mag says it’ll help you.”


  Miranda nodded and opened her mouth.

  Gjerj hurriedly blew on the chicken soup before slowly feeding it Miranda.

  “Why has it become so quiet in there?” The two midwives wore confused expressions as they stood outside the room. In their past experience, this was supposed to be the most painful period for the mother, and the excruciating pain would take her onto the brink of unconsciousness, but the room was very quiet at this moment.

  All of the people outside the room were also wondering what was happening. Gjerj had suddenly returned before barging into the room with an earthenware pot in his arms. The room then fell completely silent, and even Gjerj and Parmer weren’t saying anything. This indicated that Miranda’s condition had to have improved. Could it be that he had found some kind of miraculous panacea?

  “It must be Boss Mag’s chicken soup and Yangzhou fried rice!”


  An elated look appeared on Harrison’s face, and his heart finally fell back into his chest. A wave of relief washed over him, and his knees buckled as he sat on the ground, but he was too overjoyed to notice. “Haha, can we save both this time?”