In the large kitchen in the backyard, Chef Zhou and others are busy there, while Ping'er is busy at the small stove here.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Ping'er's eyes lit up, "Qing'er, I cooked light red dates and glutinous rice porridge for Dazhi. Come and try the sweetness. Does he like it?"

Yang Ruoqing was moved in her heart.

"Ping'er, you are considerate. I want to thank you for Dazhi." She walked over and said to Ping'er.

Ping'er smiled sheepishly, "There's nothing to thank you for, it's just a small thing."

Yang Ruoqing took a bite of the red dates and glutinous rice porridge and nodded: "Well, this porridge is good. Not only my Zhi'er, but I also like to drink it."

Ping'er smiled, "I've endured a lot, and you've been a part of it."

"Ping'er, you are so thoughtful, but I still have to make a few more things. My fourth uncle and my father are here too," she said.

"Are third and fourth uncles here to see Zhi'er?" Ping'er asked.

Yang Ruoqing put the porridge into the insulated multi-layer food box and whispered to Ping'er: "No, something happened to Xiaojuan."

"What's going on?" Ping'er asked.

She and Xiaojuan both came from Yang Mansion in Yuncheng.

We can't talk about any kind of friendship, but we all know each other.

"Qing'er, tell me quickly, what happened to Xiaojuan?" Ping'er asked again.

Yang Ruoqing cleaned the pot and started to make other food, while telling Ping'er the whole story of Xiaojuan's incident.

After hearing this, Ping'er was shocked.

I couldn't help but raise my hand to cover my mouth, and was so horrified that I couldn't speak.

After a while, he murmured: "How could something like this happen? Oh my god, that's really serious, and it must be very painful."

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corner of her mouth, "We usually get blisters on the back of our hands if a bowl of hot tea is splashed on it."

"What she had was a bowl of freshly cooked noodles with piping hot noodle soup,"

"Put it off from the head...Anyway, when I saw her at the hospital, her head was all wrapped up into a zongzi, and only a few of her eyes and nose holes were exposed."

"My hair is probably all permed, but I didn't take a closer look. It's so miserable!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Ping'er was so shocked that she shook her head repeatedly and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"Qing'er, I'll go to the hospital with you later. I want to see Xiaojuan," Ping'er said.

"At least we once stayed together in the Yang Mansion. Now that she has become like this, it is really heartbreaking."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Even if you want to see her, don't go today."

"Why?" Ping'er asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "She just moved in today. She has taken medicine and is in a coma. If you go to see her, she won't know."

"Besides, she just moved in today, so she's a little busy with everything. When she wakes up a little tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it won't be too late for you to go see her again," she said.

Ping'er thought about it and nodded: "That makes sense. Let's go see her again tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. She should be able to eat by then. I'll bring her something soft to eat."

Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm' and flipped the egg fried rice in her hand.

Ping'er walked around to the stove mouth, stuffed a handful of firewood into it, and returned to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"Xiaojuan really shouldn't have followed your fourth uncle. She took the wrong path in the first place," Ping'er said.

"Hey, people have become so miserable now. It's meaningless to say anything. I just hope she can recover sooner and suffer less. In the future, she will be a low-key person and do things in Lao Yang's family. Don't do that again.

I talked to some of your fourth uncle’s children.”

"To put it bluntly, Ju'er and the others are almost grown up."

"And Xiaojuan herself has nothing to do. She used to win your fourth uncle's heart with her youth and beauty."

"I'm disfigured this time. I guess life won't be so easy in the future." Ping'er shook her head and said quietly.

On her face, there was not only regret for Xiaojuan, but also confusion about her own future.

"Xiaojuan used to be in Yang Mansion, and a similar incident actually happened." Ping'er continued.

Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at Xiaojuan, "Tell me about it?"

Ping'er said: "At that time in the Yang Mansion, I was the maid beside Madam, helping her take care of the backyard."

"One time, a little maid came over and shouted, saying that there was a fight in the kitchen in the backyard, so I hurried over to deal with it."

"It turns out that a maid in my aunt's house went to the backyard to get bird's nest porridge for her, but the cook made a mistake and cooked lily and lotus seed porridge."

"The little maid must have scolded the cook at that time. Something happened to the cook's family just in time. I'm afraid she was not in a good mood."

"So the cook gave the little maid a slap and said that at your age, I could give birth to you."

"The aunts in the house have to give me some face when they see me. Why do you, a little maid, point fingers at me?"

"It was also a slap in the face in public. The little maid usually doesn't seem to talk much. I'm afraid she might have lost face and become angry."

"Picked up the freshly cooked lily and lotus seed porridge and threw it in the cook's face..."

"The cook had burnt her... and a layer of skin was peeled off her face. Later, when she went to the doctor to see her, he didn't get a good look. The wound became infected and festered, and she died just like that."

Ping'er said, shaking her head slightly. Several years had passed since the incident, but when she thought about it, she still felt panic and fear on her face.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Don't tell me, that little maid is Xiaojuan?"

Pinger nodded.

There was a trace of surprise in Yang Ruoqing's eyes, and her expression was a little strange: "The way of heaven is reincarnation, let me ask who is spared, maybe this is retribution!"

Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. This sentence tells us that things we don't like, things we can't do, rules we can't fulfill,

Just don't ask others for it.

In the same way, you yourself are also a mirror.

Whatever you have done to others, one day, there will always be another person playing the role of you reflected in the mirror, repeating the same thing.

There will always be that one person who makes you feel the same way.

For example, Xiaojuan.

Another example is those men and women in this world who play with other people's feelings. Today, you deceived other people's feelings and made them heartbroken and hurt.

Then in the future, you will also meet someone who will intensify the pain you inflicted on others today and inflict it on you.

So, again, making steamed buns is not recommended.

But live your life in this world, treat others well, and try your best to make good friends and avoid sowing bad consequences.

"Everyone has their own destiny, and everyone must take responsibility for their own choices." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Xiaojuan was burned by my fourth aunt. The fourth aunt did not do it properly and she was very harsh."

"But Xiaojuan herself is also responsible."

"Although she is my fourth uncle's little wife, Ju'er and the others are my fourth uncle's children. She has no right and cannot stop my fourth uncle from raising his own children."
Chapter completed!