Seeing that these women couldn't stop talking about their grandchildren, Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to interrupt them.

"Mom, are you all planning to visit my godmother?" she asked.

Sun said: "Yes, I just don't know what Zichuan Niang's situation is. Some things can be given away, and some things cannot be given away. I always think that the things sent over can be put to some use."

Bao Suyun also nodded and said: "The Mu family is no longer what it used to be. What kind of delicacies and nourishing supplements have you never seen before? It would be too perfunctory for us to bring some essential oil-style gifts."

Da Sun said: "I feel the same way, no, we can't make up our minds, so we came here to ask you if you have any good ideas."

So that's what happened. Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly. The thinking of her mother and fifth aunt made sense.

There are generally two types of visits to sick relatives and friends.

The visit was a formality, and all the people brought were popular things that sick relatives and friends would not normally eat.

It's just like in modern society, when you want to pay New Year's greetings, you carry a box of melatonin, golden partner, selenium and so on.

In fact, when these things were first introduced in the market and relatively rare in the early days, some elderly people did drink them.

But later on, with the advent of assembly line production and all kinds of advertising, this kind of thing became almost overwhelming.

Not only available in supermarkets, but also in major pharmacies and with medical insurance cards...

Most of the old people barely touched them and they were all piled in the corner.

Similarly, in ancient times, there were gifts similar to these.

"The people in this room today are all our own, and they are strict with their words. I am not dissatisfied with you either," Yang Ruoqing said softly.

"My godmother, the disease she suffers from comes from here." Yang Ruoqing pointed to her breasts.

"How can you still get sick there?" Mrs. Sun was puzzled. She subconsciously raised her hand and pinched her body. It was so heavy that she couldn't even grab it with one hand.

If it weren't for Yang Ruoqing's mood being affected by Zichuan Niang's condition, which made her feel a little depressed and sad, otherwise Da Sun's funny actions would definitely make her laugh.

But at this moment, I no longer had any intention of laughing.

"Zichuan told me that in the capital, almost all the famous doctors were invited. Even the doctors from the Imperial Hospital came to diagnose my godmother. The results were the same, she was incurable."

Hearing this, the Sun family members all gasped.

Even Tuoba Xian, who had been sitting quietly and dignifiedly aside, twirling Buddhist beads in his hand, was startled and his face turned a little pale.

"Does Yi Zheng also give such a diagnosis?" Tuoba Xian asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Tuoba Xian frowned slightly, then shook his head, closed his eyes, and moved the beads between his fingers again.

Here, Mrs. Sun sighed: "Ms. Zichuan is so pitiful. She only had a few years of blessings after suffering from such a pitiful disease! Alas!"

Da Sun asked: "What kind of official is Yi Zheng? Is he very big?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "The royal doctors who specialize in treating the emperor, his concubines, and future princes and princesses are all in the imperial hospital, and Yi Zheng is the dean, the largest among this group of imperial doctors."

"Then medical skills must be the highest, right?" asked Da Sun again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

From a common sense point of view, even if the medical skills are not the highest, they cannot be weaker than those of other imperial doctors below, especially since the clinical experience is definitely the richest.

Da Sun said: "Hey, even the most powerful doctor in Daqi has made such a diagnosis. I'm afraid it's really the King of Hell who has issued a death charm. Poor Lady Zichuan, she hasn't even hugged her grandson yet."

It’s time to leave, how pitiful!”

The women all lowered their heads to wipe away their tears, none of them were so sad and sobbed.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, eldest aunt, fifth aunt, you can release your emotions freely here, but when you go to my godmother's place later, you'd better hide it."

"Everyone try to persuade and talk in an optimistic direction," she said.

Mrs. Sun raised her head and said: "Don't worry, Qing'er, we naturally understand that she is a sick loved one now, so we will naturally try to persuade her for the best, and we won't say anything wrong."

Da Sun also said: "We are not stupid, we understand what we should say and what we should not say!"

At this time, Yang Ruoqing felt relieved, and then she discussed with them what to bring to visit.

The result of the discussion was that what everyone got was eggs, old hens, fish, and bacon from the New Year.

This year's newly beaten wheat flour, newly ground rapeseed oil, sesame oil and so on.

Compared with those essential oil supplements, these daily necessities that are closely related to life are actually the best and most practical gifts.

Lao Mu's house.

Mrs. Sun and the other women accompanied Mrs. Zichuan in the house to do household chores, while Yang Ruoqing rolled up her hands and went to the kitchen of Lao Mu's house, ready to clean up the kitchen.

Last night, I originally planned to clean up the kitchen first, and then teach Mu Zichuan to cook porridge.

Later, due to some reasons, we postponed it temporarily and sent food to Zichuan Niang at night.

"Hey, why is this kitchen so clean? I remember I didn't spare any time to clean it up yesterday afternoon?"

Entering the kitchen room, Yang Ruoqing was surprised when she saw the clean and tidy pot table, dish cupboards, and cleanly washed large and small bowls placed together in the cupboards.

"I packed it, so you can make do with it!" Muzichuan followed in. He changed into a pair of cyan home clothes, with a wide body and narrow sleeves, which did not reduce his slenderness and elegance, nor did it hinder him from doing things.

Yang Ruoqing turned around, looked at his appearance, and smiled.

"Well, these clothes make me look like I'm working seriously," she said.

"The kitchen is well-kept. Is this your first time doing something like this?" she asked again.

Muzichuan nodded in shame.

"I used to just sit back and study, and my mother took care of all these things silently. I have always been able to sit back and enjoy the results."

"Now that I have gone into battle myself, I realize that the knowledge involved is no less than studying!" he said with emotion.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled and said: "It's good, it's true that you can come up with this insight. However, you have done a good job of cleaning it up this time. If you keep up your efforts, I believe that one day you will become like my Tang Yazi."

A qualified housewife!"

Hearing these compliments, Mu Zichuan felt very happy.

"I met Fengtang when he left in the morning. He was a genius at that time, and he got up really early." Muzichuan suddenly said.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.

"Hey, I'm ashamed to say that I was still asleep at that moment, and I didn't know when he left." She tilted her head, raised her hand and patted her head gently.
Chapter completed!