The next day, Ye Zhiguo, Shen Yanhong, and Ye Lan all went to work. The old lady had been feeling a little better the night before, but it only lasted for two or three hours before she had severe diarrhea again and couldn't even breathe properly.

Ye Zhiguo took the old lady to the hospital for an IV drip. The whole family was up all night, and both Ye Zhiguo and Shen Yanhong went to work with dark circles under their eyes.

The old lady's recurring attacks strengthened Ye Zhiguo's resolve to send her back to her hometown. He planned to act ahead of time, and once he had asked for leave from work, he would send the old lady back.

If he stayed in the city, he wouldn't be able to do his job well, and if something happened to the old lady, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his two brothers.

There was a fragrant bowl of porridge that Shen Yanhong had cooked early that morning in the kitchen, but—

"Grandma, this was made by that slut widow. Don't eat it. I'll go outside and buy you some. Don't drink the water either."

Ye Qingqing looked serious. Regardless of whether Shen Yanhong was behind it or not, she had to be careful. In two days at most, she would be able to find out what was going on.

The old lady nodded, looking at the steaming porridge with heartache. In her heart, she cursed Shen Yanhong a thousand times, and even going through fire and water would not be enough to ease her hatred.

What I hate most are people who waste food.

What fine rice! That slut was up to no good in there. If God had any eyes, He would surely strike that vile woman dead!

Ye Qingqing hurriedly went to the breakfast stall at the entrance of the alley, bought a bowl of white porridge, and then bought some light vegetarian buns. The old lady actually liked to eat meat buns, but now that she had diarrhea, she definitely couldn't eat anything greasy.

"Why buy so much? It's a waste of money. You're just as wasteful as your dad..."

The old lady scolded Ye Qingqing, but she didn't stop eating, finishing all the porridge and steamed buns without leaving a single bite.

After receiving IV fluids all night, the old lady was in good spirits and had a much better appetite. She ate a large bowl of porridge and two vegetarian buns, and even licked her lips, as if she wanted more.

Ye Qingqing gave the old lady her medicine again and then prepared to throw away the white porridge.

"Where are you going?" the old lady shouted at her.

"Pour it out, otherwise Shen Yanhong will be suspicious when she comes back."

The old lady was heartbroken. It was such a good pot of porridge, made entirely from the finest rice. During the three years of famine, this pot of porridge was enough to save her and her son's lives.

"Take it to feed the chickens!" The old lady said with great concern, and then instructed, "Chop the greens up and mix them in."

If the chickens can lay eggs after eating it, it's not too bad.

Ye Qingqing hesitated; there was a good chance that the congee had been spiked with medicine!

"What if there really is a drug? Will the chickens die if they eat it?"

The old lady disagreed, saying, "Animal life is cheap, human life is so delicate. Chop up more vegetables, chop them up finely, and we can eat for two days."

Ye Qingqing didn't understand either. Hearing the old lady say it was nothing, she took the white porridge to feed the chickens. Ye Hua had gone out to play, which made it convenient for her to do her thing. Chopping vegetables was out of the question, so Ye Qingqing had no mood to serve the chickens. She simply mixed some rice with the porridge and poured it all into the chicken feeder.

The old chickens, who ate vegetables and rice bran every day, went crazy pecking at the white rice. In no time, they finished the whole pot of porridge, leaving only a little bit.

After taking the medicine, the old lady fell into a deep sleep, and her complexion improved significantly.

Ye Qingqing was still thinking about the old lady's phone call yesterday. Seeing that the old lady was feeling a bit better, she decided to go to the Sang residence to ask what was going on.

"Xiaotong, you stay home and watch TV. I'm going out for a bit."

Ye Qingqing gave Ye Tong instructions and taught him how to call the Sang residence. Although Ye Tong had intellectual disabilities, he was very focused and would remember anything he had memorized.

After giving Ye Tong instructions, Ye Qingqing rode her bicycle and rushed to the Sang residence. From afar, she saw the old lady enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, with Sun Qiuyun, whom she rarely saw, sitting beside her. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law seemed to be chatting.