Su Shenfan held Bu Yaolian's hand under the blanket. On the first day of the new year, Bu Yaolian was still alive. This made him feel happy, like he had regained something he had lost.
Su Shenfan said indifferently, "Your family welcomed the God of Wealth last night. Do you have chickens? If not, a duck will be fine. Make some soup for my wife. She hasn't eaten for a few days, and her body is too weak."
The old lady nodded. "Yes, we have chickens and ducks, as well as eggs. She's too weak. Should I get a doctor?"
"No need. I don't want anyone else to know about us."
The old lady tactfully didn't say anything else and left with her grandson, Wang Cai. After a while, Su Shenfan heard the sound of chickens flapping their wings in the yard.
Bu Yaolian was in a deep sleep, and the loud noise didn't wake her at all.
Su Shenfan leaned over and kissed her lips. "Su Lian, you've slept too long. Eat something before you sleep again."