The Parvenu's Original Wife Was Reborn

Sun Lifang, diagnosed with terminal cancer, reflected on her hard-fought life in the hospital. She had once enjoyed immense glory, riding on her husband's success, with a loving family and chil...

Chapter 203 The Imperfect Child

Qiu Ju said excitedly, "These are pigeons raised by my family; you can't buy them anywhere else."

"If you use this to make soup during your pregnancy, it will definitely be very nutritious."

Offering unsolicited favors always implies a hidden agenda.

Sun Lifang didn't look at the pigeon. The woman then pulled out a gray cloth bag and said, "There's more, there's more—"

As if she were offering up all the good things, Qiu Ju squatted down and started rummaging around.

A drum full of eggs, a jar of honey, and a few pieces of wood were all laid out.

"This is a peppercorn stick, used for children to chew on."

Qiu Ju laughed, revealing a row of buck teeth, and said, "They're just little trinkets, worthless."

Even so, Sun Lifang noticed that everything was packaged very well.

The plastic oil drum was filled with eggs, and millet was piled up nearby. The glass jar containing honey was polished to a shine, and a strip of red yarn was tied around a peppercorn stick.

Each item was worthless, but it was made with the utmost care.

Jiang Meimei came over to cook, and Sun Lifang asked her to take the plastic bag containing the pigeons inside, "put it in the refrigerator, to make soup later."

The act of accepting the gift brought Qiu Ju a sense of relief.

After a brief pause, Zhou Xinya's delighted voice came from the other end, "Taro, is it red taro?"

Grandma Sun carried a basket of sweet potatoes, which are called taro in her hometown.

"Yes, my little granddaughter wanted to eat taro, so Grandma went to find some, didn't she?" Grandma Sun left the conversation to them and then opened her arms to hug the little girl.

"Come on, let's go watch TV with Grandma."

With that, he got up and led the little girl outside.

Zhou Xinya was very excited and chattering away.

She had been craving roasted sweet potatoes when she was looking at the fireplace in the villa.

After I finished, I called my great-grandmother, and to my surprise, the sweet potatoes arrived so quickly.

The elderly and children have all left, and the place has become quiet.

The woman finally spoke, saying, "My child has intellectual disabilities."