My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

"First of all, as long as the male and female leads don't get together, the plot will definitely go astray. So, I'll use a little moral blackmail to prevent the female lead from getting a divorce, and then our cannon fodder fate can be changed."

"Secondly, the first year in the book is a famine year, a year when the female protagonist eats meat while the whole village eats tree bark. If the two of us want to have enough to eat in a famine year, the safest way is to keep the female protagonist calm."

"Don't forget, she's incredibly lucky, always on her side. From now on, we'll follow her around, taking turns keeping an eye on her. Wherever she goes, we go; whatever she picks up, we get too."

Xu Yingying concluded, "So, we're going to steal the female lead's opportunity?"

"What do you mean by 'stealing'?" Yang Fenglan smiled awkwardly. "Don't put it so harshly. We're just clinging to their coattails and absorbing their good fortune. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement."

"Tsk tsk, hypocrite." Xu Yingying shook her head speechlessly. "Fine, the author has already written us as cannon fodder, so what's wrong with taking a little opportunity from his daughter?"

"Ahem, I said it wasn't robbery..." Yang Fenglan coughed twice guiltily. "I'm warning you, no matter how outrageous the female lead is, you'd better not lay a hand on her or offend her."

"I understand. He's the God of Wealth, so we have to pamper and coax him. Just think of it as serving the boss."

“She’s teachable,” Yang Fenglan continued. “I remember she later picked up a treasure-hunting system. Once we get our hands on the treasure-hunting system, we’ll part ways with the female lead amicably, stay away from her, and not offend her. That way, we can all live in peace.”

“Understood. From now on, I will be your servant in front of the female lead.” Xu Yingying nodded solemnly.

"..."

"Don't underestimate me, I can still make the sounds of cattle and horses."

"??"

"Okay! Okay! Received! Received! (With great energy)"

"..."

In her past life, Yang Fenglan was a respectable servant, living in a small house with a monthly rent of one thousand and doing a decent job with a monthly income of three thousand.

Xu Yingying is the daughter of boss Yang Fenglan, a rich second-generation heiress. She comes to the company to experience life, and her salary is three thousand yuan, with pocket money of thirty thousand yuan.

Yang Fenglan's lips twitched. "You're not calling it professionally. It should be like this: 'Okay, okay, I got it.' (humbly)"

As they were talking, the two best friends started cursing the author of the book "The Ex-Husband's Family Crematorium".

They were arguing fiercely when they heard footsteps outside, and they immediately shut up.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment.

Yang Fenglan took Xu Yingying's hand and came out of the room. "Miss Xu, we owe you a lot this time. Otherwise, my son would definitely be dead by now."

Xu Yingying smiled and said, "Auntie, don't say that. It was just something I did on the spur of the moment."

The two walked from the room to the main room. Shen Yu also came in carrying a bowl of medicine and placed it on the table with a "thud." "The medicine is ready."

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyu." Yang Fenglan smiled, her tone as kind as could be. "Xiaoyu, you look very unhappy. Are you complaining that your mother isn't doing a good job?"

Shen Yu turned her head away with a bad expression: Don't think I can't see that you said those things in front of so many people on purpose.

Yang Fenglan held Shen Yu's hand affectionately, "Xiao Yu, I know it's unfair to ask you to take care of Jingyi, but I'm asking you to do this for your own good."

"Alright, you've said all you wanted to say, good and bad." Shen Yu impatiently shook off her hand.

Yang Fenglan wasn't embarrassed and continued, "I know you don't want to stay in my house, but if you make a fuss about divorce at a time like this, do you know what people will say about you?"

"At best, they'll say you're heartless and unjust, unwilling to take care of your disabled husband; at worst, they might say you're a jinx! After all, you've only been married for a month, and Jingyi has already broken his leg."

Shen Yu suddenly looked up at Yang Fenglan, "What does this have to do with me?"

Yang Fenglan said kindly, "I know it has nothing to do with you, but what will others think? Xiaoyu, it's not easy for us women. If you really want to leave, I won't force you, but now is really not the right time."

"I don't want you to leave my family after being my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for so long, only to be branded as a jinx. How will you ever face anyone then? How will you ever remarry?"

Shen Yu pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Yang Fenglan continued, "If we're going to get a divorce, it has to be clean and dignified. Once Jingyi's leg is healed, then you can get a divorce. Who will be able to find fault with you then? They'll just say that you, Shen Yu, are kind-hearted and a great person. With a wife like that, what more could a husband ask for?"

Shen Yu clenched her fist, her thumb constantly rubbing her other fingers. Yang Fenglan knew that she had taken her words to heart.

After a moment, Shen Yu picked up the medicine bowl, turned around and left the main room, going to the west room.

Yang Fenglan followed her out, craned her neck, and shouted loudly, "My Xiaoyu is so good! With you personally feeding him the medicine, Jingyi's injury will definitely heal faster than anyone else's!"

Shen Yu: "..."