Zeng Wenjuan also knew about Aunt Dongxiu's reputation. She smiled and said, "Aunt, you also know that I have separated from the family and lived alone. I rented the old house of the village chief. I thought of buying some newspapers to paint the walls to avoid dust on the bed."

Aunt Dongxiu knew that she had no advantage, so she curled her lips. Then she asked, "Wenjuan girl, I heard that I didn't get anything after the family was divided. How are you and Goudan going to live?"

"Thank you for your concern. Since you said so, I have a request. Your house is closest to the village chief's uncle's old house. Can I borrow your family's pot to cook first?" Zeng Wenjuan would not follow Aunt Dongxiu's words and say bad things about the Zhao family.

That was considered a heinous act in the village, especially for Zeng Wenjuan and Zhao Jianguo. They were not the biological children of the Zhao family. They were raised by the Zhao family. Although they were self-reliant when they were young, no one cared about that. They would just say lightly that everyone had gone through this.

Aunt Dongxiu's mouth twitched when she heard Zeng Wenjuan's words: "This... You know, there are many people in my family. If we wait until our family finishes cooking, it may be too late."

"Auntie...it's okay, I don't mind. As long as I have a pot to cook, it'll be fine. I've been eating wild vegetables these days...I'm a little tired of eating." Zeng Wenjuan looked like she had accidentally told the truth.

Aunt Dongxiu certainly couldn't let Zeng Wenjuan come to her house to cook, so she quickly said, "It's not that I don't want to, but my iron pot is broken, so it's not that convenient to cook. Why don't you find someone else?"

Zeng Wenjuan looked uncomfortable and sighed, "Oh! This is the only way. I won't bother anyone else."

Goudan looked at his mother's distressed expression and said in a tearful voice, "Mom, I will protect you. Don't cry, I will be very powerful one day."

Zeng Wenjuan didn't expect that her performance would make her son cry. She hugged Goudan and patted his back from time to time to coax him.

Others did not focus their attention on Zeng Wenjuan, but instead chatted about the latest gossip in the village, the gossips of the neighbors, the widower and the widow, and the widow seducing the young man.

With this incident, Zeng Wenjuan had less trouble. After all, it was rumored that Zeng Wenjuan ate raw wild vegetables every day, and her life was miserable!

After wandering around for a while, they finally got home. Goudan was sleeping soundly in Zeng Wenjuan's arms, so Zeng Wenjuan didn't wake him up. After walking all day, Goudan was tired. After putting Goudan on the bed, Zeng Wenjuan went to the kitchen to cook.

Zeng Wenjuan washed half a bowl of rice and put it in a clay pot, then added some wild vegetables she picked from the mountain and a small piece of lean meat. She cooked a pot of wild vegetable and lean meat porridge.

“Wow… wuwuwu…” Goudan’s crying voice could be heard from the inner room.

After Zeng Wenjuan put out the fire, she quickly walked into the inner room, saying, "Oh oh oh... don't cry, don't cry, mom is here! Mom is here!"

Goudan probably fell asleep during the day, but when he woke up, Zeng Wenjuan was not around, and there was no light in the room, so he was scared and started crying loudly.

Zeng Wenjuan picked up Goudan and coaxed him a few times, and Goudan stopped crying, but he still sobbed in Zeng Wenjuan's arms.

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry! Mommy cooked rice porridge with wild vegetables, lean meat, and it smells so good. We'll have a big bowl of it later!"

When Goudan heard that there was food, he gradually stopped sobbing, tears hung on his eyelashes, and he said pitifully, "Okay, then mother will also have a big bowl."

Zeng Wenjuan smiled and carried Goudan to the kitchen. They didn't have bowl tickets, so they couldn't buy bowls. They would go find the young man to buy some tickets next time and buy some of the things they lacked at home.

The mother and son held a wooden spoon and started eating, taking turns to eat. "Goudan, isn't the vegetable and lean meat porridge made by mom delicious?"

"Yeah, mom is so amazing. She can cook so many delicious foods." Goudan praised without reservation.

Zeng Wenjuan also smiled and said, "Mom is capable now. You can tell me what you want to eat in the future and I will cook it for you. You are in poor health now, so you should eat more delicious food to replenish your body."

"Mom, do I have to spend a lot of money? If I die, will you forget me?" Goudan said as he thought of the Chinese medicine that Chen Yintang had packed for him.

Zeng Wenjuan put down the spoon and gently slapped Goudan on the mouth: "Pfft, pfft, pfft... What are you talking about? My Goudan will definitely live a long life. That miracle doctor said he can cure you, so there will be no problem."

"Puh, puh, puh..." Goudan spat on the ground three times, then said to Zeng Wenjuan with a smile, "Mom is so nice. I also want to be with her for the rest of my life. I will buy her the biggest house in the future so that she doesn't have to work so hard."

"Okay, my son Goudan has the best future. I'm waiting to enjoy the good life." Zeng Wenjuan said while hugging Goudan. The days after the separation were getting happier and happier.

After dinner, Zeng Wenjuan began to cook Chinese medicine. This Chinese medicine is to be taken after meals, three times a day. Put the Chinese medicine in a clay pot, burn it, and the smell slowly overflows.

A very unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafted out, and Goudan covered his nose uncomfortably: "Mom, it smells so bad! Can I not take the traditional Chinese medicine, I..." He was too young to think of any words to argue.

"Do you still want to get better health so that you can buy a big house for my mother in the future? Have you seen those buildings in the county today? Mom wants that kind." Zeng Wenjuan looked at Goudan and said gently.

Goudan frowned and said aggrievedly, "Okay, I'll drink it then! When will it get better?"

"It will be ready soon. The smell has come out. It will be ready soon after boiling it. You can go to sleep after taking the Chinese medicine." Zeng Wenjuan said while touching Goudan's face.

Finally, half a jar of Chinese medicine was boiled out. Zeng Wenjuan thought that if she boiled more, she would get better faster after drinking it. "Goudan, the Chinese medicine has cooled down a bit. I'll feed you with a spoon. Drink more to keep you healthy."

Goudan had no way to refute it, so he had to close his eyes and open his mouth to drink the Chinese medicine. As soon as the Chinese medicine entered his mouth, he spat it out with a wow sound: "Wow! It's so hard to drink! Mom, can I not drink it!"

"Goudan, be obedient. Drink the Chinese medicine, and mom will eat a piece of fruit candy. Or I can pour the Chinese medicine into a bamboo tube, and you can drink it in one gulp, then it won't be so bitter." Zeng Wenjuan said when she saw the bamboo tube beside her.

Goudan looked at the bamboo tube and nodded. No matter what, he was going to drink the Chinese medicine. When Zeng Wenjuan poured the Chinese medicine into the bamboo tube, Goudan held it in both hands and drank it gulp by gulp.