Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1313

Chapter 1313: 323: Passed away

Zhao Jingrong insisted on coming in to help. Just as she arrived, Mo Old Madam had two sweet potatoes to be washed. "Then you can help me wash these sweet potatoes. I’ll go make the syrup."

"Alright." Zhao Jingrong rolled up her sleeves and walked over to Mo Old Madam. "Are you making candied sweet potatoes?"

"Yes." Mo Old Madam nodded.

Zhao Jingrong then added, "Why don’t I peel the sweet potatoes too while I’m at it?"

"Sure, that would be even better."

Not long after, Ni Yang walked in from outside. "Mom."

Seeing Ni Yang, Mo Old Madam was noticeably delighted. "Yangyang! Yangyang is back!"

Zhao Jingrong felt a surge of dissatisfaction but couldn’t show it. She managed a smile and greeted Ni Yang, "Sixth Aunt."

Ni Yang smiled and nodded back. "Jingrong."

Immediately after, Ni Yang rolled up her sleeves and said, "Mom, Jingrong, what are you working on? Let me help."

Mo Old Madam laughed as she gently pushed Ni Yang out of the kitchen. "No need, no need. There’s too much oil smoke in the kitchen. You should go back out; don’t let your clothes get dirty."

Zhao Jingrong, already feeling unhappy, grew even more upset at these words.

Mo Old Madam was worried about Ni Yang’s clothes getting dirty, but wasn’t concerned about hers?

How unfair!

Was it really necessary to favor one and neglect the other like this?

Zhao Jingrong pressed harder as she peeled the sweet potatoes, as if venting her bitterness against Ni Yang upon the sweet potatoes.

Mo Old Madam cautioned her, "Jingrong, you’ve almost peeled away the entire sweet potato."

"The sweet potato cores are a bit sweeter," Zhao Jingrong quickly replied.

Mo Old Madam, someone who had lived through hard times, furrowed her brows slightly. "But peeling like that is too wasteful." In her day, a single sweet potato could save a life. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Zhao Jingrong responded knowingly, "I won’t peel the next one like that."

"Alright."

After dealing with the sweet potatoes, Zhao Jingrong left the kitchen and walked into the living room.

In the living room, Mo Baichuan was holding Mo Zhiyuan.

Zhao Jingrong walked over and said, "Zhiyuan might be a little hungry. I’ll go feed him some milk."

"Okay." Mo Baichuan handed the child to her.

Zhao Jingrong brought the baby to the bedroom, placed him on the bed, and then turned to mix the powdered milk. As she added water to the bottle, she slipped a white pill inside.

Zhao Jingrong shook her head. "I’m not sure. Young children have weak immune systems. We’ll need to trouble Sixth Aunt soon."

Ni Yang smiled faintly. "It won’t be any trouble; it’s what I should do."

Though she said this, Ni Yang still found it a bit puzzling.

After all, she had held Mo Zhiyuan just moments ago too.

From his condition earlier, he didn’t seem at all like a child with a cold.

How was it possible that he suddenly developed a fever?

Hearing this, Zhao Jingrong quietly curved her lips into a sly smile. In her mind, she could already envision Ni Yang being driven out of the Mo Family in disgrace.

Midway through dinner, Ni Yang’s cellphone suddenly rang.

Ni Yang picked it up. "Hello, Mom."

Upon hearing that the caller was Ni Cuihua, Mo Qishen also set down his chopsticks and turned to look at Ni Yang.

As she listened to what was said on the other end, Ni Yang’s expression gradually grew somber. "Alright, Mom. I’ll come home immediately!"

Hearing this, both Mo Old Master and Mo Old Madam also became visibly tense.