"Second daughter-in-law, we killed a big rooster today to make soup. Your father asked me to get some for you to drink to help you recover." With that, Old Lady Su handed the earthenware pot to Su's mother.
Mother Su glanced at the earthenware jar belonging to Old Lady Su. She didn't want to accept it. She wanted to accept anything from the old house, but she didn't want to give a reason for them to continue pestering her family. "Mother, no need. You take it back and drink it with Father. You're getting old and need more nourishment. Guomin, Ranran, and I are still young and don't need any supplements."
Seeing that Su's mother refused, Old Lady Su became a little anxious. "Second son's wife, your father is worried about your second son, that's why he asked me to bring this. There's no such thing as a grudge between father and son that lasts overnight. You should accept it, otherwise your father will be furious with me when we get home."
Su's mother found it strange. She knew her father-in-law; he had been married to Guomin for so many years and had never shown him any concern for her. What was he doing today? Had the sun risen in the west? And why didn't Su's mother and Zhao Xiaohua, those two sugar-coated roosters, stop him? This was very suspicious. Unsolicited kindness must have ulterior motives.
Suddenly, Su's mother remembered what Su Xingran had mentioned. Last time, she had put talisman water in Ranran's water glass. Could it be that she had put something in it this time as well? Thinking of Ranran's idea of turning the tables, she had a plan in mind.
Mother, since Father cares so much about the people, I'll accept this chicken soup on his behalf. Go back and thank Father on behalf of the people. I'll take the chicken soup, pour it into a bowl, wash the jar, and bring it back for you.
"No need," Old Mrs. Su waved her hand. To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, she didn't want the jar now. "My second son's wife's chicken soup is in an earthenware pot; it won't cool down so quickly. You can use it first, and bring it back to me when you have time. I'm going home now; I need to go home for dinner." With that, Old Mrs. Su quickly left.
Watching her hurry away like a dog being chased, Old Mrs. Su felt something was very wrong. She didn't put the crossbar back on the door; Su Xingran would be back soon, and she had to leave the door open for her. She carried the chicken soup back into the house; they couldn't eat anything sent from the old house. When Xingran came back, she would ask her to check if anything had been added to the soup.
After a while, Su Xingran returned from her master's house. Entering the house, she saw that her mother had already set the dishes on the table. "Mom, I'm back. Please come and eat with Dad."
"I know, Ranran. I'll just stir-fry the vegetables." Su Xingran washed her hands and sat down at the table. Just then, her mother walked in carrying a plate of vegetables, followed by her father.
"Ranran, let's eat. Oh, right, I almost forgot something." "I'll go get the things," Su's mother said, heading towards the yard. Instead of putting the chicken soup that Old Lady Su had brought into the house or kitchen, Su's mother left it on the stone slab in the yard where things were kept.
Su Xingran and her father were curious as Su's mother went to get something. She returned quickly, carrying an earthenware jar. Before the father and daughter could ask anything, Su's mother spoke to them first.
This jar contains chicken soup, which was sent from the old house. Ranran, take a look at this soup, is there anything wrong with it? When Su's father heard that it was sent from the old house, his expression immediately became serious.
Upon hearing that the soup was sent from the old house, Su Xingran didn't say anything. She simply took out a silver needle from her spatial storage, opened the jar, and placed the needle into the chicken soup. After a few seconds, she took it out to check. The silver needle hadn't changed color, indicating that the chicken soup wasn't poisoned.
She ladled half a bowl of soup into a bowl, held it under her nose, and smelled it. The smell was very faint, mostly masked by the flavor of the chicken stew. She smelled it again, and to be on the safe side, she thought it would be better to try it with a live animal.
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