After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

"So, you came here especially to bring nice things for us old folks?"

Grandma Mi carried Zhang He's basket on her back and walked side by side with Zhang He. Zhang He helped Grandma Mi carry the wooden bucket full of rice milk. The two children held hands and walked slowly ahead of them.

"We made a new style of this. I figured you two would like it, so I sent some over for you to try something new."

Zhang He smiled and switched the handle to the other.

These days, their family has been feeling down because of what happened to their husband.

They ate and drank according to what Uncle Mi brought, trying to keep the food light. He would cook a few of his signature dishes in different ways, but sometimes they got tired of them. So when they heard that Zhang He had sent dumplings, they were naturally happy.

"That's perfect. Your uncle was still thinking about it the other day. Now that he knows you've brought it over in person, he'll be overjoyed."

Upon hearing this, Zhang He hurriedly inquired about Old Man Mi's condition: "I heard from the owner of the tofu pudding stall next to our old stall that the old man has been sick for so long and still hasn't gotten better?"

When talking about her husband, Grandma Mi shook her head and sighed.

"I don't know what's wrong this year, probably because of those snowfalls again. It keeps coming back, and the medicine I took before isn't helping anymore... The doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong, but I just have pain all over my body, weakness in my muscles and bones, and I can't even get up."

Xu Zhuzhu, who was walking ahead, slowed down and listened carefully.

She had some doubts.

I'm afraid he has rheumatism, which is why he's so sensitive to cold and has pain all over his body.

She had never seen him in her past life and didn't know for sure if it was true, but she had heard of him before, especially since she had seen that Old Man Mi had a few bumps on his hands.

In my past life, I occasionally came across some videos online that said people with rheumatism would develop strange bumps on their hands.

She thought, maybe I could ask an AI Q&A platform?

It seems that apart from questions related to the garbage dump, she didn't ask any other questions to the AI ​​Q&A system.

I don’t know if I can answer questions other than those about the garbage dump, but there’s no harm in trying. If I can get the answers, wouldn’t it be much easier to deal with any family members who might have health problems in the future?

Maybe she can use this to make some money and lead her parents to the pinnacle of life?

Xu Zhuzhu, on the other hand, became more and more excited as she thought about it, and didn't listen to what her mother was saying afterward at all.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, her thoughts no longer on the present, but drifting towards a much more distant future.

Of course, thinking like that is far too far-fetched.

At least for now, this is something their family doesn't even want to think about, and it's impossible for it to happen, since whether the intelligent question answering system can even answer the question is another matter.

However, daydreaming can be beneficial to physical and mental health.

"Zhuzhu, what are you thinking about? Your mouth is watering." Xu An looked at his younger sister and thought she was craving something again.

Xu Zhuzhu laughed, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and strode forward.

However, Granny Mi stopped her in time.

"Children, come this way. Don't take the wrong path. Remember, to go to Grandma's house, turn right and go to the end. If you turn left, you'll leave the town. Don't go to the wrong path next time you come to Grandma."

The two children who had walked past hurried back.

The attentive Xu An listened to Granny Mi's words and silently repeated them in his mind. Then he nodded seriously, "I remember, turn right at the fork in the road where you see the government office, and then turn right again to get to Granny Mi's house."

"Yes, An'an is indeed smart."

Grandma Mi gave Xu An an approving look, and Xu An lowered his head shyly.

Zhang He felt embarrassed, recalling the wrong turn she had taken earlier. "Luckily, I ran into my mother-in-law, otherwise I would have been out of town. I was careless and didn't ask my husband how to get to your house."

Grandma Mi waved her hand and smiled, saying it was nothing. "The roads here are hard to find anyway. Wenjie followed behind Xiaolin when he came, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to find his way either."

Zhang He then mentioned the address that Heitie had given her, "...He said to turn right, but I didn't see any road on the right, so I tried to go this way and by chance I got there. But I really didn't know where this mill was."

Upon hearing this, Granny Mi burst into laughter. "No wonder! That boy can't tell the difference between his left and right hands, how can he do as he says?"

"what?"

Zhang He and her two children were surprised, and then they couldn't help but burst into laughter, realizing that they couldn't tell left from right after all...

"Yes, didn't you notice he's left-handed?"

Xu Zhuzhu and Xu An had never paid attention to it, and couldn't even remember how Hei Tie used chopsticks.

Zhang He remembered, but Hei Tie didn't use chopsticks to eat dumplings. He just wrapped them in vegetable leaves and stuffed them into his mouth. But there's nothing suspicious about eating with your left hand, is there?

Therefore, no one noticed.

The group chatted and laughed about this as they walked to Granny Mi's house.

It's only a turn, but it feels like we've traveled quite a distance.

Xu Zhuzhu looked at her brother, and the two children supported each other, panting as they caught their breath.

Xu Zhuzhu sighed, explaining that it wasn't because she didn't exercise regularly, but because the road was difficult to walk on, and she was dressed in thick clothes in the dead of winter.

She desperately needed an excuse to justify her laziness.

Zhang He pinched her little nose and laughed, "Zhuzhu is right. When your little face gets rounder and rounder, you'll be staring blankly at your double chin all day long."

Xu An laughed along, but Xu Zhuzhu's face darkened when she heard this. She was very upset. This was not a dark history of hers; it was just a misunderstanding.

The story behind this is quite long.

When she was in Qingzhou, she was still young and had just arrived in this world, so she wanted to try everything.

As it happened, Zhang He doted on her, and whenever she wanted to eat something, Zhang He would satisfy her within his means. Therefore, before they fled, she was well-fed and plump, and her double chin never disappeared.

If it were just a typical three-year-old child, they wouldn't care about a chubby double chin, but Xu Zhuzhu is not one of them.

Seeing her face getting rounder day by day, she wasn't disgusted by her weight, but rather curious about her soft double chin.

The first time I touched my double chin, I felt it was soft and tender to pinch. Later, I couldn't stop myself from tugging at my double chin and stroking it like an old man stroking his beard.

When Zhang He saw this, she was surprised and amused. She thought that the little girl was already so young and already knew how to care about her appearance. Therefore, she helped her to watch her diet and told her to eat as little as possible.

They would bring it up and joke about it from time to time, and no matter how Xu Zhuzhu explained, they wouldn't listen, saying that she was just shy. Xu Zhuzhu could only let it go...

Upon hearing this, Grandma Mi found Xu Zhuzhu exceptionally adorable and smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits. "What's wrong with that? It's a girl's nature to love beauty. Our Zhuzhu is already beautiful, so it's okay for her to be a little vain."

But noticing Zhang He rubbing her arm, she asked with concern, "Is your arm tired?"

Zhang He shook her head hurriedly. She didn't feel tired carrying the things, but her arms were a little sore.

Grandma Mi, carrying a basket on her back, moved with light steps and didn't seem to be out of breath at all, showing no signs of fatigue, which shows that she is very strong.

Zhang He couldn't help but sigh and praise Grandma Mi's good health: "Grandma is really vigorous for her age. I, a young person, am ashamed of myself."

As people get older, they like to hear compliments about their good health, and Grandma Mi was no exception. Although she said that Zhang He had exaggerated, the smile on her face never disappeared.

She said politely, "I haven't stopped for a single day, I'm used to it. You just came from the north, the journey was long, and you haven't recovered from your weakness yet, so you naturally can't compare to an old woman like me now. After half a year of rest, you'll be fine."

Zhang He thought about it and realized it was true. They had suffered a lot on the way to escape, not only her, but also her two children and Xu Wenjie.

Otherwise, given her husband's previous health, he wouldn't have become so weak after recovering from his injuries.

Knowing that Grandma Mi had a lot of knowledge about food therapy, she shamelessly asked, "Grandma, do you have any good methods?"

Grandma Mi really does exist.

"I'm afraid you won't dare to try."

Grandma Mi pondered for a moment, still hesitating whether or not to speak.

However, seeing Zhang He's pleading expression, she decided not to hide it anymore.

"This is a recipe my mother told me. Just catch three or five geckos in the fields, boil them with stinky eight treasures, and drink it before bed every day. After half a month, I guarantee you'll have a rosy complexion."

Gecko? Is this recipe legitimate?

Xu Zhuzhu couldn't help but shiver...