The woman and the young daughter-in-law left without saying anything to Qin Shuangshuang. Qin Shuangshuang stood there, staring at the back of the middle-aged woman in a daze for a long time before she brought the Eldest Lady back home.
The chicken soup in the evening was very fresh. The Eldest Lady's face was covered with grease as she ate, full of satisfaction. Even Mrs. Bai, after drinking a big bowl of hot chicken soup, had two faint blushes on her cheeks, adding a touch of beauty.
Of course, for the sake of appearances, Qin Shuangshuang endured her nausea and sent a bowl of chicken soup to the main room before eating. Old Chen and Mr. Qin accepted the chicken soup with cold, indifferent expressions, but Qin Shuangshuang didn't mind.
