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Shao Qing didn't think much about it.

Song Jiyun always took good care of Yuan Yunzhong's food and clothing, and hearing that Yuan Yunzhong was ill, sending some tonics and cooking a few dishes was only natural.

He repeatedly expressed his thanks, saying, "It happens to be just in time, the young master hasn't been eating well these days, and Magistrate Jiang has been worried about it exactly!"

Without waiting for Song Jiyun to inquire closely about Yuan Yunzhong's illness, he bid her farewell and headed straight to the Liang County Yamen.

Song Jiyun couldn't sit still anymore.

It was spring now. If she wanted to make pickles from Sichuan and Chongqing, one night would hardly suffice to produce crisp and appetizing pickles. However, she then remembered that, because she enjoyed eating them, they were often made at home, and there should be some old pickle brine in the kitchen. If she raised the temperature, it might work.

Song Jiyun went to the kitchen.