Everyone was wearing thin prison clothes, only Madam Su, the later housekeeper Su, and Nanny Su were wearing their own clothes. Madam Su had followed the old Duke to conquer the world for the late emperor in her early years, and had been injured and had a cold. Usually, whenever she went out, Nanny Su would bring a cloak, ready to add clothes for her master at any time.

Song Jinhe naturally understood what her mother-in-law meant, and she did not refuse at this moment. After all, Baby Mi was only a hundred days old and was still too young. It was too cold at night, and she was afraid that the child would get frozen.

Song Jinhe put Mi Baobao into her mother-in-law's arms, and Old Madam Su immediately covered Mi Baobao with her cloak.

"Come on, Sinan, Jinchuan, Ruoyuan, and Suan, come here, come to grandma."

Madam Su called several grandchildren to come over, even the nine-year-old book boy Su An. The children all gathered around Madam Su obediently, like chicks around their mother hen. Fortunately, Madam Su's cloak was large and thick, with soft sheepskin with fine curly hair inside. The children sat on the thick straw, gathered around Madam Su, and covered themselves with the cloak. Their little bodies felt warm.

[Mom, come sit here and give me your hand]

Su Mi called Song Jinhe. Song Jinhe moved closer to her mother-in-law without hesitation, stretched out her right hand under her mother-in-law's cloak, and held one of Su Mi's little hands.

I suddenly felt something hot and heavy inside my sleeve. I hurriedly touched it with my left hand and unexpectedly felt a piece of soft cake.

Jade bean cake, chestnut cake, two-color bean cake, red bean paste roll?

Song Jinhe was surprised to find that the pile of cakes in her sleeve weighed two kilograms and were of different styles. They were actually the four kinds of pastries from the Liufulou shop that she brought as a dowry.

Oh my god,

Those things her precious daughter took away, can they be used now? Song Jinhe was ecstatic, because she was holding her precious daughter and took away most of the things from the Zhenguo Mansion and all the shops as her dowry. If those things could be taken out and used at any time during the exile, not to mention the 17 masters and servants, even 170 people could walk to the exile place without worries about food and clothing.

What worries me is whether this going in and out will cause any harm to my daughter, like damaging her luck and lifespan.

He was afraid of being seen, so he thought his daughter was a monster and burned her.

For a moment, the lady of the house, who was always smart and capable, was stunned.

[Mom, you are hungry, eat something quickly. Share it with everyone, we are all hungry.]

Only after hearing her precious daughter's soft and sweet voice reminding her did Song Jinhe come back to her senses.

Isn’t it?

Ever since Wu Shi Zhenbei was summoned to the palace by the emperor, she has been feeling very nervous and hasn't eaten or drunk anything for half the day.

The house was searched in the evening, and no one had dinner. It was another busy day, another tiring day, and another frightening day. Now several more people were injured.

It's cold and hungry. If we don't eat something, we will be exiled early tomorrow morning and have to walk.

What's more, they don't know whether they will be given a prison meal before they set off tomorrow morning.

If they don't give it, the adults can still hold on, but these children can't, and there are also those who are injured.

Thinking of this, Song Jinhe didn't have time to think about it anymore. He quickly distributed the cakes to everyone.

"When I came here, my eldest brother gave me a bag of cakes. I was in a mess, and if it weren't for the food in the third room, I wouldn't have thought about it. Mom, please eat something. Everyone should have a bite too."

There weren’t many cakes, just one piece per person. If the children took a little more, it would be gone.

The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion never treated servants harshly. These cakes were often eaten by servants such as Su Ma, not to mention the master. In the past, I didn't think it was good. But now trapped in this prison, cold, hungry and injured, it has become the most beautiful taste in the world.

"There is also this goat milk, which Uncle Qian gave to our baby Mi. It is still warm, everyone should drink some, so that you can have enough energy to travel tomorrow."

After successfully bringing her mother-in-law back from the palace, her eldest brother took care of everything. Although the family was injured, they were all together now. Song Jinhe felt relieved and regained her shrewdness as the mistress of the house.

Mi Baby doesn't drink goat's milk, but these things can't be allowed.

Song Jinhe naturally asked Nanny Song to share the drink with everyone.

Qianyin Pavilion killed a person who was not doing his job well, which scared the eunuch behind him and made him as careful as possible. Not only did he prepare four bags of goat milk for Mi Baobao, but he also thoughtfully prepared another cloth bag, which contained a set of small cups and spoons for drinking goat milk. A small cotton towel for wiping the mouth. And considering that it was inconvenient to carry porcelain on the road of exile, the cups and spoons were all made of wood. Of course, the wooden ones made in the palace were also extraordinary. Song Jinhe also returned to his usual carefulness and reserved two cups and one spoon for everyone to use.

What exquisite carved little cups, especially a complete set, would definitely fetch a good price in modern times.

Su Mi suppressed the thought of asking her mother not to use these cups. She had plenty of cups and bowls in her space. There were plenty of these things in the office and supermarket, but there were so many eyes in front of the three rooms, so she didn't dare to take out modern things. Even the things she collected from the Zhenguo Mansion couldn't be taken out and used in front of these people.

Tsk, seeing everyone drinking goat milk, Su Mi thought of the dishes from the wedding banquet at the Zhenguo Mansion that she had collected in her space. At this moment, an alluring aroma was emitting from her space. Her mouth couldn't help but drool. She didn't want to drink milk powder, she really wanted to eat rice, meat, and chili peppers.

In modern times, she is a carnivore who loves spicy food.

Oh, when will my teeth grow? Oh, when will I be able to chew meat and bones?

If you really can't eat, you can just eat it with your mouth! It can satisfy your cravings! Pastries?

Goat milk?

Listening to Song Jinhe's words, everyone in the third branch of the Su family stretched their necks, especially when they smelled the sesame oil on the pastries. The things that they used to look down upon now smelled delicious.

And the goat milk! "Mm, it's delicious. The bean paste rolls are so soft and sticky. My face is swollen and my teeth are loose. These are just the right amount to eat."

Su Chengyi took a bite of the red bean paste roll that his wife handed to him, and took a sip of the warm goat milk in the wooden bowl.

"My eldest uncle is the best. He is thoughtful."

Being so close, Su Chengliang watched his cousin eat cakes and drink goat's milk, and immediately felt that the dry and hard steamed bun in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

"Chengyi, please give me some goat milk. My throat is so dry, I'm choking."

It felt really uncomfortable to stretch his neck to swallow the dry steamed bun, especially since he was afraid that his concubine and children would snatch it away, so he ate and picked at it at the same time, and soon he had picked at most of the steamed bun and hid it, and the other half was quickly stuffed into his stomach.

Only then did I feel the itchiness and pain in my throat.

"Uncle San, do you want to drink goat milk?"

(End of this chapter)