Aunt Cui squatted down and massaged her foot, "For so many years, the eldest madam has never been sick, never even had a headache or fever, clearly thanks to this very habit of yours."
Lu Yuke is seventy-one this year, yet she is very healthy, outlived her husband, and remains as fit as ever. Lu Yuke has never been to a hospital or had a medical check-up; she just looks quite spirited, nothing like a seventy-year-old lady.
Lu Yuke curled her lips, casually picked up the account book on the table, flipping through it, "A wretched life is easier to sustain, during childhood when there was famine back home, we ate anything from tree bark to mouse meat. Because of that, my stomach has always been weak, but luckily, I've gotten through all these years."
