“Dad is right, and my injury,” Jiang Wanwan said in a low voice, mysteriously, “was caused by a fall when I went up the mountain this morning, not by Aunt Zhuzhu pushing me.”

Jiang Jialin and the Lu family: !!!

Jiang Wanwan blinked and said guiltily, "I didn't want to lie, but Aunt Zhuzhu wanted to scratch my face and disfigure me, so I had no choice but to play along. If I don't teach them a lesson, Grandma Cuihua's family will come to cause trouble for our family again."

"What? You got hurt this morning? Why didn't you tell your mother?" Madam Lu said anxiously.

When Jiang Wanwan fell, she checked her daughter's injuries, and at that time it was just a little bruise, not this serious.

It's all my fault for being negligent. If I had treated my daughter's injuries earlier, they wouldn't have gotten so serious.

"It's all my fault, I didn't pay enough attention to your injuries," Madam Lu said guiltily.

"Wanwan, next time you feel unwell, you must tell your parents." Jiang Jialin looked at his daughter with heartache.

"Father, Mother, don't you blame Wanwan for lying?"

Jiang Wanwan thought the couple's expressions meant they couldn't believe she was lying, but she was surprised to find that they were shocked by the injury she had suffered that morning, which they were unaware of.

Jiang Jialin shook his head and gently patted Jiang Wanwan's head. "Silly child, why are your father and mother blaming you? There was a reason for what happened, and you did nothing wrong. Lying is wrong, but it's okay to do it occasionally in special circumstances."

“Wanwan, your father is right. You don’t need to feel guilty. Your father and mother don’t blame you,” Madam Lu said, afraid that Wanwan would feel guilty because of this.

"Come, sit down. Your father will go back to his room and bring over some medicinal wine to apply for you." Madam Lu gently pulled Jiang Wanwan to sit on the bed.

Jiang Jialin left the house and returned shortly afterward, carrying a small earthenware jar in his hands.

"This is medicinal wine that your father brewed himself. It's very effective for bruises and swelling, and for reducing swelling and relieving pain," Madam Lu explained patiently.

"Wanwan, Dad will apply some medicated wine for you. It will hurt a bit because it needs to be rubbed vigorously to remove the bruises. Just bear with it," Jiang Jialin said.

Jiang Wanwan nodded, "Dad, I'm not afraid of pain. Please apply the medicine for me."

Worried that Jiang Wanwan would be in pain, Madam Lu held her little hands in her own, saying, "Wanwan, if you feel pain, squeeze your mother's hands."

"Thank you, Mother." Jiang Wanwan was touched.

In her past life, she struggled and fell, but her parents never showed her any concern. In this life, she is fortunate enough to have met such an understanding and loving set of parents.

Jiang Jialin poured a suitable amount of brown medicinal wine from the earthenware jar into his palm, and then rubbed it on Jiang Wanwan's injured knee with some force.

Jiang Wanwan didn't even blink; the pain was negligible to her.

Soon, Jiang Jialin finished administering the medicine to Jiang Wanwan. Just then, the Jiang family began their meal.

If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way. With the help of Jiang Jialin and Madam Lu, Jiang Wanwan walked into the main room.

At this moment, a stack of golden-brown fried eggs, a pot of brown bran and wild vegetable porridge, and a pot of chicken, rabbit and wild mushroom soup were already laid out on the old table.

The entire Jiang family had arrived. Although everyone was incredibly hungry, no one dared to touch their chopsticks first. Instead, they sat and waited for Grandma Jiang to distribute the food to them.

Grandma Jiang looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table and smiled so broadly her eyes disappeared. "Drink the soup first, then eat the porridge."

After saying that, she picked up a spoon and began to serve soup, chicken, and rabbit meat to everyone.