Yang Ruoqing said, turning around to get medicinal wine from the drawer of the table next to her.

Here, Yang Huazhong looked at Mr. Sun reproachfully and distressedly.

"You must be in a hurry to do things. It doesn't matter if you go slower. If you twist your waist, many people will suffer..."

Yang Huazhong said.

Mrs. Sun forced a smile at Yang Huazhong without making any sound.

When I was washing the dishes, my mother-in-law was watching and urging me, and I would be scolded if I was slow.

Soon, Yang Ruoqing came over with medicinal wine and helped Ms. Sun rub her waist.

"Mom, are you feeling better?" she asked softly.

Looking at her mother's side face lying on the pillow, Yang Ruoqing felt sad.

My mother's face was pale and tired.

The temples are messy and there are a few more wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.

It seemed as if my mother had aged several years in just one day.

Mrs. Sun lay there and let out a few sighs of comfort.

Hearing her daughter's question, the woman opened her eyes and smiled tenderly at Yang Ruoqing.

"My Qing'er is really amazing. My mother's waist is much better."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and felt relieved.

Mom is simply tired.

"Daughter, I know you haven't had enough to eat for several noondays..."

Mrs. Sun continued, the woman's face was filled with distress.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Nothing, let's cook a good meal to eat at night!"
Chapter completed!