Seaweed Tofu Soup

"But..." Ah Xiang was on the verge of tears.

"There are no buts." Lin Nianbei was firm, and this time he directly carried her onto the bed.

"You must be hungry. I'll have someone bring you some food," Lin Nianbei said, looking at her with eyes full of pity.

Ah Xiang had lost weight, and her complexion seemed paler than before.

No, she had never been overweight, and her complexion was always pale; despite her own hardships, she always treated others with the utmost kindness.

How could he not feel pity for such an Ah Xiang?

And how could he ever disdain her?

When Lin Nianbei left to get the food, Ah Xiang touched the soft bed and thought it was quite nice; once she made her fortune selling medicinal ointment, she would get one for herself to sleep on.

Ah Xiang always lived frugally, all for her ungrateful adopted daughter.

She earned so much food but would never enjoy it herself, always fearful that her adopted daughter might not have enough to eat—yet, in the end...

Ha.