Sitting down opposite her daughter, Song's mother peeled an egg while scolding Song Rumeng. Unfortunately, the eggshell was quickly peeled clean.

She handed the white, tender egg to Song Yueying, saying, "Little Yingying! Even someone as stupid as me can see that Song Rumeng was lying to you before. She deceived your feelings and your money."

"Don't trust her anymore, don't let her fool you again."

Song Yueying was eating noodles when she heard her mother's words and almost choked on them. She tried to swallow the noodles in her mouth and then took a sip of the noodle soup.

She let out a deep breath, finally feeling better. Song Yueying looked up at her mother, "Mom, I promise, I will never be fooled by Song Rumeng again."

"Could you please stop bringing up the time when I was deceived by Song Rumeng?"

They said he deceived her feelings and money, making her sound like a love-struck fool. Besides, Song Rumeng wasn't a scumbag; she was far more despicable than any scumbag.

Even more vicious.

Upon receiving her daughter's assurance, Song's mother immediately beamed and readily agreed, "Okay, okay, Mom won't say it anymore. Eat eggs, eat eggs."

"These eggs were also cooked by Xiao Qi. Before cooking them, he specifically asked me what kind of eggs I liked to eat."

“I told him that he likes soft-boiled eggs, but the yolk shouldn’t run out. Try it and see if it’s the kind you like.”

"Okay, thank you, Mom." Song Yueying took the white, tender egg, looking at her mother's expectant eyes. Unable to find words of praise, she forced one, "Mom peeled this egg so cleanly."

Receiving her daughter's praise, Song's mother smiled even more happily. Reaching for another egg, she said, "I'll peel this egg for you too."

Song Yueying picked up the egg before her mother and handed it to her, saying, "Mom, I'll be full after I finish this bowl of noodle soup and have an egg."

You can have this egg.

“I won’t eat it. These eggs were cooked for you by Xiao Qi.” Song’s mother waved her hand in refusal. “He said you are too thin and need to eat more. He also told me to take good care of you.”

It turned out that he had also told his mother to take good care of her. Although it was somewhat of a reversal that the mother was supposed to take care of her daughter, Song Yueying was touched.

This shows that Qi Yanjue truly wanted to spend his life with her.

Everything he does now is aimed at spending his life with her.

The slight frustration of not seeing Qi Yanjue when I came out vanished completely, without a trace.

Song Yueying was in a good mood and decided to educate her mother, "Mom, eating one egg a day can compensate for the body's daily nutritional needs. Eating more is a waste."

“But…” Song’s mother said hesitantly, “Everyone says that you need to eat a lot and eat well to nourish your body. How can such a small egg be enough to nourish your body?”

"That's enough, that's enough." Song Yueying placed the eggs in her mother's hand. "I'm a doctor, and my words carry the most authority. You can't go wrong if you listen to me."

Song's mother didn't understand what authority was. She was looking at the small egg in her hand and still found it hard to believe how much nutrition an egg could provide.

Seeing that her mother was staring at the egg, Song Yueying ignored her and took a bite of the tender white egg in her hand.

Sure enough, the egg was runny and the yolk was set, not runny. The heat control was truly exceptional!

If Qi Yanjue doesn't join the army in the future, he can become a cook.

Nearby, by a pile of herbs, Wang Qianqian picked through the herbs while listening to the conversation between Song Yueying and her daughter, secretly memorizing what Song Yueying said.

Although she shared the same doubts as Song's mother, she trusted Dr. Song and believed that what Dr. Song said must be true.

After finishing the egg and noodle soup, Song Yueying picked up her bowl and chopsticks and got up.

When Song's mother saw her get up, she immediately got up as well and asked, "Little Shadow, where are you going?"

"Wash the dishes," Song Yueying replied matter-of-factly.

"Why are you washing the dishes?" Walking up to Song Yueying, Song's mother snatched the bowl and chopsticks from her hands and said, "With your mother here, there's no need for you to wash the dishes."

"Xiao Qi told me to take care of you before he left, so I must take good care of you."

After saying that, Song's mother picked up the bowl and turned to leave.

Before she could even leave the main room, Song's mother turned back and stuffed the eggs into Song Yueying's hand. "Keep them, you can eat them when you're hungry later."

After giving out the eggs, Song's mother left without looking back.

Looking down at the egg in her hand, Song Yueying felt a pang of sadness.

What incredible luck she had to travel to this backward era and meet a mother who cared about her in everything and wanted to take good care of her.

In her previous life, after entering the research institute, she had a personal assistant taking care of all her needs, from food and clothing to accommodation and transportation. Her safety was also protected 24 hours a day by people sent from above.

Besides going to the research institute to do research every day, she doesn't have to do anything else.

Having traveled back in time to this era where labor was most glorious, she wanted to adapt to local customs, but unfortunately, her mother wouldn't allow it.

Fine, if you don't allow it, you don't. Being a daughter who listens to her mother isn't so bad. Song Yueying knew she was lazy by nature, and after transmigrating here, she was even less inclined to move.

She put the eggs in her shirt pocket, but actually put them in the space experiment vehicle. The weather is so hot now, the temperature is so high, cooked food spoils very easily.

Squatting down beside Wang Qianqian, Song Yueying first glanced at the herbs Wang Qianqian had picked out. They were scattered in small piles on the ground, looking somewhat messy.

Song Yueying decided to test her first, "Qianqian, what criteria did you use to select the herbs?"

“Observe the shape, color, and size of the herbs, and smell them,” Wang Qianqian replied, while carefully observing Song Yueying’s expression.

Seeing her calm expression, neither angry nor disappointed, she continued, "Some herbs look very similar, but their taste is different, so their medicinal effects should also be different..."

A little while later, Wang Qianqian finished sharing her understanding and insights, then looked at Song Yueying with a nervous expression, afraid that her answer would not satisfy her.

"Yes, you're right." Song Yueying nodded in satisfaction and added, "Qianqian has a real talent for studying medicine."

Wang Qianqian was taken aback, then asked in surprise, "Really? Dr. Song, I really have a talent for studying medicine."

After all, she was an educated youth who came from the city to support rural development, so she naturally had some knowledge and understood what talent meant.

Whether a person is studying or learning a trade, talent is very important, extremely important.

"Really." Song Yueying nodded, a little puzzled as to why Wang Qianqian was so surprised. It seemed a bit much that she was so happy just because someone said she had talent.

However, the encouragement that is due should still be given. "If it weren't for your talent, I wouldn't have chosen you to learn how to treat external injuries from me."

Wang Qianqian was so happy she didn't know how to express it, tears welling up in her eyes. Only after receiving Dr. Song's affirmation did her anxiety ease slightly.

She knew very well that apart from being a sent-down youth and having read more books than the villagers, she had no other skills.

When Dr. Song said he would teach her medicine, it was like a windfall for her. This windfall came so suddenly that she was completely stunned.

Although she didn't show it, she was constantly worried.

Dr. Song's comment that she had a talent for medicine was tantamount to an affirmation of her abilities, so how could she not be happy? Wang Qianqian grasped Song Yueying's hand, "Dr. Song."

"Thank you, thank you for believing in me, thank you for teaching me medicine, I...I..."

She wanted to say something reassuring, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

She could easily promise her husband that she would study medicine diligently. But she dared not make such a promise to Doctor Song.

Firstly, they are afraid they won't be able to do it; secondly, saying things like "I'll study hard" too often makes them lose credibility.

“Studying hard is your way of thanking me.” Song Yueying withdrew her hand, patted Wang Qianqian’s hand, and encouraged her, “Don’t be too nervous. Studying medicine is not something that can be accomplished overnight.”

"Take your time to learn. As long as you are willing to put in the effort and put your heart into it, it won't be too difficult to learn."

"Yes, I will definitely study hard." Wang Qianqian nodded emphatically.

Song Yueying smiled and picked out several herbs from the pile of herbs on the ground. She tied the herbs into small bundles, making two small bundles in a row.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to Wang Qianqian, who was still picking through herbs, "Qianqian, let's go find the brigade leader."

Without asking why she was going to see the brigade leader, Wang Qianqian stood up and followed Song Yueying. She even thoughtfully asked Song Yueying to hold the two small handfuls of herbs she was carrying.

Song Yueying had no objection and gave her the herbs.

Stepping out of the main room, Song Yueying told her mother, who was in the kitchen, that she and Qianqian were going out for a moment. Only after receiving a response did she continue walking towards the courtyard gate.

As she passed by the courtyard gate, Song Yueying saw that it had already been installed and stopped.

After taking a few glances, I was sure I wasn't mistaken; the courtyard gate was indeed installed, and it was a brand new pair of doors.

Song Yueying raised an eyebrow in a good mood, "I didn't expect Aunt Li to be such a woman of action. She said she'd install the gate for my yard today, and she really did."

"But when was this courtyard gate installed? Sisi, do you know?"

"I don't know." Wang Qianqian shook her head. "When I came, the gate to the yard was already installed. I guess Aunt Li wanted to install the gate as soon as possible so that it wouldn't interfere with her going to the fields to earn work points."

"You guessed right," Song Yueying agreed with a smile. At that time, work points were equivalent to money. It's no wonder Aunt Li was so enthusiastic about something that was tied to money.

As the two walked out the door, they saw several elderly people and children walking towards them. Song Yueying ignored them and walked directly to the other side.

Seeing Song Yueying about to leave from afar, everyone called out to her to stop.

"Dr. Song, Dr. Song, wait a minute, wait a minute!"

"Song girl, where are you going? My wife also suffered from heatstroke yesterday and needs to buy some of your herbal soup. Don't go!"

"Yes, yes, we're all here to buy herbal medicine."

Song Yueying and Wang Qianqian stopped when they heard the sound and turned around to wait for the elderly and children to approach. Despite being elderly and children, they walked quite fast.

Of course, it's also possible that they were too anxious and didn't notice where they were stepping.

As the elderly and children approached, Song Yueying spoke slowly, "From today onwards, my family will no longer brew or sell medicinal soup."

The elderly and children were horrified when they heard this, and looked at her with fear.

Some of the more impatient elderly people, as soon as Song Yueying finished speaking, immediately asked: "Your family no longer brews or sells medicinal soup, what will happen to the people in my family suffering from heatstroke?"

"Yes! Yes! My eldest daughter-in-law suffered from heatstroke yesterday, but it didn't show up. This morning she couldn't even get out of bed."

“My son and the head of the household are the same; they’re still waiting at home for me to buy the medicinal soup to treat their illnesses. If you stop selling the medicinal soup, what will happen to their health?”

"Yes, what about the people in the village who suffer from heatstroke? Are we just supposed to let them stay at home and wait to die?"

“Song girl, you said it yourself yesterday: if heatstroke is not treated with medicine in time, it can cause serious problems.”

"Song girl, you can't just stand by and watch her die!"

"Doctor Song, Doctor Song!" A child ran up to Song Yueying. "Please save my mother! She's very sick. Please go back and make herbal medicine."

Song Yueying and Wang Qianqian were surrounded by elderly people and children, who were all talking at once. One child even ran up to Song Yueying and knelt down.

Song Yueying was startled and quickly bent down to pull the child away.

The child refused to get up. He spread out the money in his hand for Song Yueying to see, crying and saying that he would pay and would not renege on his debt.

The elderly and children around them also took out the money they had brought and waved it in their hands. They sincerely indicated that they would not renege on their debts and could even pay in advance.

Song Yueying was extremely annoyed by the noise, but she couldn't bring herself to hit these elderly people and children. After all, these people were also worried about the sick in their families.

Concern leads to confusion; excessive worry is a bad thing.

They didn't even give her a chance to say a second word.

Wang Qianqian, who had been standing next to Song Yueying, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Noticing Song Yueying's impatience, she leaned close to her ear and said, "Dr. Song, cover your ears."

"Why?" Song Yueying looked at her, puzzled.

“Cover your ears, and I’ll make them shut up.” Wang Qianqian said, turning her back to Song Yueying and taking a deep breath. Then she shouted, “Shut up, all of you!”

The elderly and children around immediately fell silent.

Song Yueying had her back to Wang Qianqian and covered her ears in advance, so she wasn't affected by Wang Qianqian's voice.

Seeing that the elderly and children had quieted down, Wang Qianqian started cursing, "You all just kept talking as soon as you surrounded us, without saying a word to Dr. Song."

"If you're so capable, why don't you go find medicine for your own families? What are you doing here with Doctor Song?"

"Dr. Song only said that we don't brew or sell medicinal soup here anymore, but then he said that other places don't brew medicinal soup either. What are you all making a fuss about?"

"Also, Dr. Song told me yesterday that he would send the herbal medicine for treating heatstroke to the brigade leader today."

As soon as Wang Qianqian finished speaking, the elderly and children around her stared wide-eyed in shock, looking at Song Yueying in disbelief.

An old man came out and asked, "Song girl! Are you taking the herbs for treating heatstroke to the brigade leader to sell to him so he can make money off the medicine?"

“No.” Song Yueying sighed, glancing at the elderly and children around her, and said with feigned helplessness, “I did the math last night, and selling medicinal soup doesn’t make money, it’s exhausting.”

"Therefore, I decided to send the herbs to the brigade leader and ask him to arrange for someone to make the medicinal soup."