But things are different now. The Huo family has recently made connections with top wealthy families in the capital, and she has to be careful and discreet in her attempts to please them.

While thinking this to myself, I already smiled and went to greet them.

When Madam Huo entered, her expression was indifferent, and a trace of sorrow lingered between her brows.

Ding Huizhu couldn't help but ask, "Linxiang, what's wrong?"

Madam Huo Er came to her senses and shook her head: "It's Yun Tang. He's been looking for the Sacred Heart Fruit. This time he went to Tiandu Mountain and went deep into the forest, but he didn't find anything and almost got injured."

Ding Huizhu gestured to Aunt Wan to pour tea for Madam Huo, "What is it that's so hard to find?"

“Sacred Heart Fruit, it looks a bit like a regular sweet potato…” Madam Huo glanced at Madam Xie and suddenly stopped talking.

Ding Huizhu, however, did not notice: "Sweet potatoes? They're a specialty of Tiandu Mountain?"

She suddenly remembered that the small mountain village where Xie Li lived seemed to be backed by Tiandu Mountain.

So he smiled and said, "I just sent someone to Tiandu Mountain not long ago. Maybe I can ask him if he has seen it."

Madam Huo took a sip of tea and smiled faintly: "No need, it's nothing important."

The Sacred Heart Fruit is such a precious thing that even she was lucky enough to get a small bite of it when she attended a banquet hosted by the Bai family in the capital. Outsiders have never even heard of it.

No matter how much you talk to Madam Xie, she can understand what the Sacred Heart Fruit, which is regarded as a sacred fruit by those people in the ancient martial arts world, is like.

It's pointless for someone who can't even get close to the edge of the ancient martial arts world to talk.

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Xie Li hung up the phone and said to Zhang Ma, "Husband Xie... Mom told us to eat first, she's not coming back."

Zhang Ma was clearly disappointed; the old lady hung her head, looking dejected.

After struggling for a long time, she said gently to Xie Li, "Madam is not coming back. She must be held up by something very important. Please don't mind."

“You are her child, she loves you very much, and she must be very sorry that she can’t have dinner with you right now.”

Xie Li nodded obediently, seemingly lost in thought: "Does every mother necessarily love her child?"

Aunt Zhang: "Of course, blood is thicker than water!"

Xie Li tilted his head, seemingly lost in thought, and suddenly said, "I think so too."

She has never forgotten the feeling of being gently embraced by her mother.

But that Mrs. Xie... doesn't seem to love her.

At least, when she was doing the calculations, she clearly saw that the reason Madam Xie didn't come back for dinner was because she was having tea and snacks with a certain noblewoman and chatting and laughing, and didn't seem to be busy with anything at all.

Although her divination abilities are average and greatly limited by time and space, they are also very intuitive, so intuitive that she can directly see some scenarios reenacted.

Of course, she felt this ability was rather useless... In this high-tech era with advanced communication, it wasn't even as powerful as the surveillance systems used by city dwellers.

Zhang Ma's mood of being downcast only lasted a short while; she quickly cheered up and served Xie Li his meal.

After finishing their meal, they busied themselves preparing a bath for Xie Li.

Xie Li was pushed into the bathroom. After hesitating for a moment, she turned around, took out a box of ointment from her backpack, and poured it into the bathwater.

Zhang Ma peeked inside and was immediately amazed by the rich aroma of the herbs. "Young Miss, what is this? It smells so wonderful!"

The Xie family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. She had the privilege of seeing Old Master Xie personally make medicine. The taste was not like that of Western medicine, but rather like the Chinese medicine pills that Old Master Xie had prepared.

Moreover, the taste is much more authentic.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like she had been smelling it for a while longer, and her head, which had been throbbing since she came in, seemed to have cleared up quite a bit.