Gong Yi took the photo. He, who had been calm all along, suddenly became excited, his hands trembling and tears streaming down his face.

In his hasty escape, he only took some gold and silver valuables with him. He couldn't take a single photograph with him. His other children are still alive, so it didn't matter whether they had photographs or not. But he could never see his daughter again. He couldn't even see a photograph of her.

"Did you find this in that house?" Gong Yi asked in a hoarse voice.

Ye Qingqing nodded and took out several more photos of Gong Zhu. "Because the Gong residence is a haunted house, no one has ever dared to live there. Most of the things inside have been preserved."

Gong Yi gazed greedily at the photograph, murmuring, "Zhu'er..."

Ye Qingqing frowned. Although the massacre of the Gong family had been solved, she still couldn't understand who had tipped off Gong Yi.

Why did Gong Zhu disappear?

Gong Yi's most precious daughter was Gong Zhu. He could make proper arrangements for his other children and grandchildren, so it was impossible for him not to make arrangements for his daughter. Gong Zhu's disappearance was truly mysterious.

“I want to keep these photos,” Gong Yi said.

Ye Qingqing hesitated. Logically, these photos did belong to Gong Yi, but the problem was that the Gong residence had been bought by Ding Ba, so the contents of the photos also belonged to Ding Ba.

She was about to suggest going back to consult Ding Ba when Lu Mo agreed, "Sure, this was originally yours."

Gong Yi smiled slightly, his hands stroking the photo, but a long-lost feeling of hunger came from his stomach. He looked at Ye Qingqing in surprise; this little girl had surprised him again.

What food is available?

Gongsun Yu was taken aback and quickly replied respectfully, "There is millet porridge and fish soup."

"Let's eat millet porridge first, and bring me some pickled cucumbers," Gong Yi ordered, his stomach growling with hunger.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Gongsun Yu happily went to the kitchen. The old man hadn't eaten properly in a long time, and this was the first time he had asked for food on his own initiative. He felt that the old man could pull through this time, he definitely could!

The fragrant, golden millet porridge was steaming hot, and the pickled cucumbers were cut into small pieces and neatly arranged in a small dish. Gong Yi took a deep breath; it had been a long time since he had smelled the aroma of rice.

Saliva dripped from his mouth. Gong Yi swallowed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and swallowed it. The smooth and soft porridge flowed down his esophagus into his stomach, warming him up. He couldn't wait to take another bite, then added some pickled cucumber, enjoying the meal immensely.

Gongsun Yu watched anxiously, but Gong Yi did not vomit until he finished the bowl of porridge. He ate the porridge and pickled cucumbers cleanly, leaving not a single bit.

"Another bowl, please. I'm still hungry." Gong Yi licked his lips; one bowl of porridge wasn't enough.

Ye Qingqing quickly stopped her, saying, "Eat in two hours. Eat small meals frequently. Millet porridge is excellent for replenishing qi and nourishing the body. You can eat more of it. Also, drink some black fish soup every day. Avoid foods that may aggravate your condition or spicy foods."

"Okay, okay, I'll remember." Gongsun Yu nodded happily. Food is the most important thing for people. It's good that the old man can eat. He'll definitely get through this ordeal!

Gong Yi licked his lips regretfully. He hadn't eaten enough. He had a big appetite. Before he got sick, he could eat two bowls of rice and a small bowl of braised pork in one meal. He always had meat with every meal. What's the point of living if you don't eat meat?

If this illness cannot be cured, I must have a delicious braised pork meal before I die, I cannot starve to death!

After eating millet porridge, Gong Yi felt sleepy and yawned several times. Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo said goodbye and left, and Gongsun Yu personally saw them off at the door.

After getting on the bus, Ye Qingqing pouted and whispered, "I didn't ask about so many things. How could Gong Zhu have disappeared? It's so strange!"