62 Weapons and Fruits

She was already of a great age, eating or not made no difference, she wouldn't grow from it anyway, and eating was just a waste; she'd rather save it for when her daughter was hungry to fill her stomach.

The bun wasn't cheap, and it was filling, but Ye Jiu ate quickly.

After she finished, she remembered and said, "Mom, there are still buns, right? Heat one up for Dad so he can fill his belly when he gets back."

Mrs. He paused, didn't argue but casually said, "Got it, you go take a nap quickly, don't worry about it."

Ye Jiu didn't notice the indifference on Mrs. He's face as she finished the bun, rinsed her mouth, and lay down on the kang.

Mrs. He, looking through the window, saw Old Man Ye coming out from the firewood room, bending his back with a face full of worry.

Mrs. He didn't say a word, unusually didn't go out to cause trouble but sat back by the kang, her eyes gently fixed on Ye Jiu, filled with love.

Old Man Ye had gone to the Li family. Would Mrs. He be heartbroken?