Chapter 62: 62 Weapons and Fruits
She was already of a great age, eating or not made no difference, she wouldn’t grow from it anyway, and eating was just a waste; she’d rather save it for when her daughter was hungry to fill her stomach.
The bun wasn’t cheap, and it was filling, but Ye Jiu ate quickly.
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After she finished, she remembered and said, “Mom, there are still buns, right? Heat one up for Dad so he can fill his belly when he gets back.”
Mrs. He paused, didn’t argue but casually said, “Got it, you go take a nap quickly, don’t worry about it.”
Ye Jiu didn’t notice the indifference on Mrs. He’s face as she finished the bun, rinsed her mouth, and lay down on the kang.
Mrs. He, looking through the window, saw Old Man Ye coming out from the firewood room, bending his back with a face full of worry.
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Mrs. He didn’t say a word, unusually didn’t go out to cause trouble but sat back by the kang, her eyes gently fixed on Ye Jiu, filled with love.
Old Man Ye had gone to the Li family. Would Mrs. He be heartbroken?
No, she wouldn’t.
Since the year he had called off the engagement with the He family to marry Miss Li, Mrs. He’s heart had died. Even though Ye Cheng later changed his mind and Mrs. He successfully took hold of the Ye family, the wounds she suffered from these two people would never heal.
Mrs. He knew she was seen as a heartless old woman in the eyes of her grandson and granddaughter, always scheming, but Mrs. He had no regrets; everything Miss Li was facing now was her own deserved punishment.
The path she had chosen was her own; the path forced upon her was theirs.
If today, the one who had the upper hand in this home were Miss Li, Mrs. He could say without hesitation that her situation would not be better than that of Miss Li now.
Mrs. He looked at the carelessly stretched daughter on the kang, who didn’t look like her at all, yet she was the child she had carried for ten months.
Men, sons—Ms. He understood; no one was reliable. If one wanted to live well, they had to be able to stand firm by themselves.
Mrs. He could be heartless toward anyone, but she gave all the warmth she had in this life to Ye Jiu, her own daughter, like another version of herself.
Ms. He had thought more than once that if even a bit of tolerance had been shown by her family after Ye Cheng broke off their engagement, she might not have agreed to marry into the Ye family when Ye Cheng showed a slight change of heart afterward.
Ye Jiu did not fall asleep so quickly; Mrs. He’s gaze was too evident, not allowing her to ignore it even with her eyes closed.
Fortunately, Mrs. He didn’t look too long before shifting her gaze, relaxing Ye Jiu’s mind.
After hearing Mrs. He’s departing footsteps, Ye Jiu finally felt at ease as her consciousness sunk into the Plane Space.
Opening the Trading Device, two clear messages popped up in Ye Jiu’s eyes.
La Sike’s purchased items had arrived, and he sent them to Ye Jiu, a forearm-length folding steel knife with a very sharp blade that was also compact and easy to carry.
There was also an electric gun; Ye Jiu tested it once. Although there was no object for her to shoot, the obvious sparks on the electric gun were not to be overlooked.
The items were good but not needed for now.
After putting the items away, Ye Jiu then proceeded to collect the goods sent from the Ancient Plane.
Opening the storage box, a piece of fresh Spotted Tiger Skin appeared before her eyes, alongside a piece of meat that Ye Jiu cherished.
It was a pity that this meat could not be taken out; otherwise, she really would have liked to have a good meal.
Cha sent more than just these two items; Ye Jiu had said the day before that any edible fruits and plants could be taken for exchange, but Cha still couldn’t discern exactly what Ye Jiu needed, so he picked a little of each for Ye Jiu to see if there was anything she needed.