Rong Yan stepped out and immediately saw her mother walking in, looking refreshed and clear-headed.
Her expression clearly showed she had won the battle.
In fact, she had heard everything inside the house just a moment ago.
So, she immediately gave a thumbs up.
"Awesome!"
Madam Rong was quite pleased with herself, "Of course, I had to let them taste their own medicine."
Qin Yu had learned so much over the past few days that he was still digesting it all.
The people in the city weren't all polite and proper; when it came to fighting, they seemed even fiercer than the villagers.
He had not understood why his aunt kept the dishwater aside, and now he realized its great use.
"All right, let's not talk about those people anymore, it's all bad luck. Yan, how should we treat your father?" Madam Rong was even more concerned about her husband.
Could they really save him... and prolong his life?
