The young man was lying on the bed, with drool still on the corner of his mouth, mumbling to himself in his sleep.

Seeing him sleeping soundly, I couldn't help but shake my head, took off his pants, and saw the blood blisters on his buttocks. A rare hint of concern appeared on his cold face.

After carefully taking out the golden sore medicine and applying it on him, he took his pants and stood up to leave.

The two people could see all this clearly outside the window.

Chai Rong looked at the young man's white, tender and plump buttocks, and couldn't help turning her head away with a blush.

"Hehe, it seems that Meng Po is also a bitch-tongued." Ding Xiaoyi sighed with a look on her face.

"Mother-in-law is not bad to begin with." Chai Rong still knows a little about Po Meng, but she never thought that Po Meng was like this in the past.

Then her voice changed and she couldn't help but ask: "But how should we wake up my mother-in-law?"

"this……"

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but raise his head, hoping that Pangpang could give some advice.

But the fat guy didn't make any sound at this time. He estimated that the fat guy would have gone somewhere to steal something by now.

While the two were talking, they followed Po Meng all the way to the room.

Under the lonely shadow of the green lamp, Mrs. Meng picked up silk thread and mended the young man's torn trousers.

Even though there are coffins all around, you can't help but feel full of warmth.

"Mother-in-law is so kind..." Chai Rong stood outside the door and looked at Po Meng, carefully mending the boy's trousers, and she couldn't help but feel a little envious of the boy.

Time passed by, and when the two of them turned their heads, they found that white snow was already falling in front of them.

The white snow is falling, and the snowflakes are pressing on the treetops, but they cannot cover the blooming plum blossoms.

There were wisps of faint fragrance in the air.

Under the eaves, fragrant tea is brewed.

The aroma of tea and the rising water vapor are diffused together, and the falling snow in front of you creates a peaceful and serene beauty.

Po Meng was still dressed in white, sitting quietly by the tea stove, looking at the sky full of white snow, but there seemed to be a bit of anxiety between her brows, as if she was waiting for something.

At this time, the courtyard door was pushed open and a hearty shout was heard.

"Aunt Meng, I'm back."

While he was talking, he saw a figure walking in holding a spear.
Chapter completed!