"Madam, it's bad. The young lady is dying."
Mrs. Shen was shocked and quickly stood up, “Let’s go and see the young lady.”
Old Mrs. Huang couldn't just leave, so she followed Mrs. Shen to Miss Shen's room.
Mrs. Shen has two children, one is the eldest daughter named Shen Yuan, and the other is the son Shen Chang who was rescued by Mrs. Huang last time.
Chen Yuan was lying on the bed, skinny as a stick, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, looking extremely scary.
"My son."
Mrs. Shen's tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She sat down beside the bed, holding Miss Shen's hand and crying.
The hand was also skinny.
Old Mrs. Huang felt distressed and asked, "Madam, what's wrong with the young lady?"
Mrs. Shen wiped away her tears and said, "I don't know what's wrong with this child, and the doctor can't figure it out. He just won't eat."
Old Mrs. Huang was slightly surprised. "Maybe there is nothing to suit your taste?"
Mrs. Shen shook her head. "We don't know either. Although this child was born into a wealthy family, he didn't have a good life."
Old Mrs. Huang said, "How about I give it a try?"
Madam Shen stood up in shock and grabbed Old Lady Huang's hand, "Aunt, just give it a try. Whether it works or not depends on the luck of this child!"
As she spoke, she cried uncontrollably.
Old Mrs. Huang hurriedly followed the old woman to the kitchen and started to prepare.
She remembered that her mother had told her about this disease when she was alive.
It's just that my taste buds are not awakened, I don't want to eat anything, and I slowly starve to death.
She even asked her mother how that person turned out, and her mother said it was very simple.
I just made a bowl of meatball soup.
Fortunately, she was very curious at the time and insisted on eating it, so she pestered her mother to make a bowl for her.
The meatballs are made of beef, pure lean meat. A whole piece is placed on the chopping board and beaten hard with two rolling pins until it is beaten into meat paste.
The beef balls made from this kind of meat paste are very elastic and taste very delicious.
After all, Mrs. Huang was already 18 years old, and even if she tried her best, she couldn't hold on.
In the end, we asked a security guard to help beat the beef into a paste.
Old Mrs. Huang took into consideration that Miss Shen was very weak and not suitable for drinking greasy soups such as chicken soup, so she used plain water.
Soon, a bowl of steaming beef meatballs was brought to the bedside.
But Miss Chen, who was lying on the bed, remained motionless.
This made Mrs. Shen very disappointed, and tears fell again.
"My dear, why is your life so miserable? I would rather this disease be on my mother, and I will bear it for her."
As a mother, I can't bear to see my child suffer, but I can't do anything about it.
Even Mrs. Huang was very sad. She originally thought that Miss Shen would eat it and get better gradually.
How come the secret recipe her mother left her is of no use to her?
As she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel sad.
After all, Mr. Shen and Madam Shen are such good people, she can't bear to see them sad.
Mrs. Shen cried for a while, and then she comforted Mrs. Huang, "Aunt, don't be too sad, this is her fate."
Old Mrs. Huang nodded. She had no other choice.
She is just an old country lady who can cook some delicious food, not a doctor.
Old Mrs. Huang also said a few words of comfort, and Mrs. Shen had just wiped away her tears when they fell again.
Just as the two were talking, the old woman next to them suddenly exclaimed.
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