Beisitian added Polygonum multiflorum slices to the porridge she made for them, otherwise just drinking porridge would definitely not be enough.
After drinking the porridge, Mrs. Qin felt a bit more spirited and sat on the edge of the kang, staring blankly at Luo Anping.
"Mom, did you find the rice wine?" Beisitian asked.
Mrs. Qin raised her vacant eyes and nodded, "I traded some with Qiao Niang. What do you need it for?"
"To rub Ping'an's chest and back, and the palms and soles of his feet," Beisitian glanced at Luo Anguo and then at Mrs. Qin, "Tonight is very important for Ping'an. Whether he can make it through depends on tonight. Mom, this is not the time for sadness, there's a good chance Ping'an can make it."
Mrs. Qin raised her head, and although she could only vaguely see Beisitian's mouth moving, she could feel Beisitian's seriousness and sincerity.
