Tonight, she and Qiuju each ate two eggs, and they saved four eggs for tomorrow.
After leaving the space, she was still lying in bed.
Days passed like this, and the two of them spent their days doing kitchen chores and dealing with scar removal medication.
Before they knew it, they had been in the village for over a month.
The head maid was worried that her master might suddenly decide to take the legitimate daughter back home, and if she froze to death on the estate, she would be held responsible.
After winter arrived, they were given another tattered quilt.
One day, a biting cold wind blew.
Everyone closed their doors early to warm themselves by the fire. Just as Qiuju brought the charcoal brazier into the house, she saw the young lady take out a few eggs from her bosom.
"Miss, did you go to the bamboo forest again?"
Jiang Shuyue put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.
Qiuju understood, and she turned around and closed the door.
Jiang Shuyue took a clay pot from the kitchen and, while Qiuju went to the kitchen to get a charcoal brazier, she put spiritual spring water into the pot.
Jiang Shuyue placed the earthenware pot into the charcoal brazier, and after a moment, the water began to boil.
Qiuju skillfully cracked the eggs into the earthenware pot, and soon, two bowls of steaming hot poached eggs were ready.
"Miss, please eat quickly. If we eat our fill tonight, we won't be cold anymore." Qiuju held her bowl and smiled contentedly.
Jiang Shuyue had just picked up the bowl when she felt a churning in her stomach.
She quickly put down the bowl, squatted down to the side, and dry heaved.
"Miss, is your stomach cold?" Qiu Ju didn't even care about eating her fried egg anymore and quickly came over to gently pat Jiang Shuyue's back.
A moment later, Jiang Shuyue didn't vomit anything. She stood up and shook her head: "I don't know."
After sitting for a while and finishing a bowl of poached eggs, Jiang Shuyue suddenly remembered that Yuexin had not come since she arrived here.
Is it because this body is too weak?
While Qiuju was clearing the dishes, she touched her left hand's pulse with her right hand.
After a moment, her expression grew increasingly serious.
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