Looking at her, Lin Qingyin also curled up the corners of her mouth: âI must be better than you.â
Feeling the pressure released by Lin Qingyin, a trace of fear flashed in Little Minâs eyes. She turned around and threw herself into her motherâs arms and buried her face in her chest: âMom, Iâm scared. Letâs go home, I donât want to be here!â
Ma Rui quickly hugged her daughter, patted her back again and again: âDonât be afraid, Little Min, sister is not a bad person.â
Hearing these words, Little Min suddenly broke free from Ma Ruiâs embrace and rush towards the door. However, at the same time, Lin Qingyin waved her hand as invisible spiritual energy like a net stopped Little Min. Little Min couldnât escape no matter how hard she struggled.
Seeing her daughterâs weird behavior, Ma Rui couldnât help but cry and hurried over to hold Little Min in her arms. She called her name repeatedly, trying to calm her daughter down.
But Little Min struggled more in Ma Ruiâs arms. She pushed Ma Ruiâs chest desperately, trying to let her go of her. Lin Qingyin came over and touched Little Minâs forehead. Little Min suddenly stopped and froze. After a few seconds, she showed a dazed look on her face, looked around, and saw Lin Qingyin, then suddenly, a shy smile appeared on her face: âHello sister!â
Seeing her daughterâs very contrasting performance, Ma Rui couldnât help but think of the doctor at the county hospital who suspected that Little Min had a mental illness. She couldnât help but cry.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Lin Qingyin took a lollipop and handed it to Little Min, then rubbed her hand on the top of her head before asking Marui: âDid you eat the placenta when you gave birth to your first child? Who gave it to you?â
When Ma Rui heard Lin Qingyinâs words, she couldnât bother to cry and quickly recalled what happened back then: âMy mother-in-law gave me the food. I remember very clearly that my premature child died that day because of cardiopulmonary insufficiency. I cried all day in the ward. When the night fell, my mother-in-law brought a thermos of soup. She said that it can replenish my body so I had to finish it.â
Ma Rui recalled the taste of the soup with a disgusting expression: âThe soup has a strong smell of blood. I almost vomited before drinking it. But at the time, my mother-in-law had a very tough attitude and said not to leave a sip because it was a very expensive Chinese medicine.â
Thinking of the situation at that time, Ma Rui showed a humiliating expression: âAt that time, because I couldnât keep the child, I was upset with my body. At the same time, I felt guilty for my husbandâs family, so I bit the bullet and drank the soup. When I asked what the soup was the next day, my mother-in-law told me it was my placenta.â
Grandmother Zheng handed Ma Rui a cup of tea, patted her hand, and said, âIn the past, there was a custom in many places, thinking that eating placenta can replenish the body, but it hasnât been popular nowadays. However, I heard that there are still people who make dumplings with placenta, which is clean and tasteless. Pregnant women eat it as if it was like pork and donât think too much about it. So itâs not uncommon to use it to make a soup, but your mother-in-law should have added cooking wine, green onion, and ginger. Otherwise, the fishy taste will not disappear.â
Ma Rui smiled bitterly. Her mother-in-law only cared about her fertile belly, as for the taste, it was beyond her consideration.
When Grandmother Zheng and Ma Rui talked about the way to cook the placenta, Lin Qingyin shook her head and said: âIt would be great if it were that simple, but itâs a pity that she didnât drink a simple placenta soup.â
Ma Rui was shocked. Before she could even speak, Lin Qingyin asked, âDoes your mother-in-law know something about folk healing?â