Chi Shuyan inwardly commended Zhu Bocheng for having a good eye. Her pickled vegetables were secondary, but the rice was washed layer by layer with spiritual energy, so it was a very rare product. Eating it could extend an ordinary person’s lifespan. Since he asked, she didn’t refuse, and said, “Okay, Brother Zhu, I’ll send you a bag!”

Even though Zhu Bocheng didn’t know the benefits of this spirit rice, when he heard Sister Shuyan agree to send him a bag, he grinned happily and said, “No need for a whole bag; half a bag will do. I’ll just have a taste. Right, just a taste. By the way, are there any pickled vegetables?”

Chi Shuyan smiled. “I’ll send you some too, but I didn’t marinate much, so I can only give you a few jars for now!”

Zhu Bocheng was excited. “That’s great, Sister Shuyan, I knew you weren’t like Zhenbai; that brat’s heartless now that he’s in a relationship. He forgot all about his buddies after falling in love. You’re the best, Sister Shuyan. You didn’t forget me, the matchmaker, when you fell in love with Zhenbai!”

Chi Shuyan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Zhu Bocheng’s words. Thinking of Qi Zhenbai, that man, her expression was still a little unnatural. She always felt that the two of them suddenly got together for no apparent reason. She hadn’t given any sort of response in the first place, either. How did she silently end up in a relationship with this man in the next moment?

She didn’t want to talk about personal matters and chatted idly with Zhu Bocheng for a while longer before hanging up.

Less than two days after that, Zhu Bocheng received a bag of rice.

Father and Mother Zhu were the ones to collect it. Mother Zhu knew that this kid had discerning taste and liked to go to the countryside to get rice. She had cooked some before, and it tasted pretty good.

Mother Zhu thought that this kid had gone to the countryside again to buy this bag of rice. She opened the bag and saw that the rice grains inside were very white, round, translucent and beautiful. She had never seen such beautiful rice grains in her life. If they were any larger, they would be like white pearls, each glowing grain emitting the fragrance of white rice.

Mother Zhu suddenly thought of her mother, who had lost her appetite ever since she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.

Moreover, ever since her mother found out that her stomach cancer was terminal, she didn’t want to stay in the hospital and said to let nature take its course and leave it to fate. Thus, her mother stayed at home these days and was taken care of by her father.

But she thought of what her father had said before, that her mother couldn’t even finish a few grains of rice porridge these days; she would immediately vomit the moment she ate it. She looked wan and sallow, had lost a lot of weight, and vomited blood from time to time. Mother Zhu was terribly anxious.

Seeing these fragrant rice grains, Mother Zhu divided it into two bags without thinking and sent half of it right away to her maiden family. She also called her father to tell him to use this rice to cook porridge for her mother.

Although Father Zhou didn’t have much hope, he still agreed to Mother Zhu’s suggestion.

Zhu Bocheng didn’t receive the package from Sister Shuyan and thought she had forgotten, but it wasn’t nice to bring it up. Even if he was a glutton, he forgot about it after a while.

It wasn’t until half a month later that his mother told him about it. In fact, two days after Mother Zhu sent over half a bag of the rice, her father informed her that her mother’s appetite had improved. She promptly forgot about making porridge for Zhu Bocheng, and the next day, she sent the other half bag of rice to her maiden family.

She was so busy afterwards that she almost forgot about it.

It wasn’t until a month later that Father Zhou called Mother Zhu again. He was filled with excitement and disbelief when he told her that he had recently accompanied his wife to a physical checkup. He thought that he would be accompanying her until her death, but who would have thought that after the checkup at the hospital, things would turn around. Mother Zhou’s terminal stomach cancer had been cured without any medicine.

This incident caused a huge stir in the hospital. After confirming that it hadn’t been a misdiagnosis before, not only was Mother Zhou’s attending physician dumbstruck, several other senior attending physicians were also thrilled and incredulous when they confirmed this fact. In the end, even the director was alerted.

Over the past few days, the attending doctors from the hospital visited every day to find out what kind of prescription Father and Mother Zhou had used to cure this terminal stomach cancer when she wasn’t taking any medication.

This was stomach cancer, late-stage stomach cancer; it wasn’t just a common cold that could be cured by taking medication, but a terminal illness.

And yet Mother Zhou, who had terminal stomach cancer, had somehow suddenly recovered.

Mother Zhu was also very excited when she found out that her mother had recovered from her illness. After asking some questions, she thought about it, and felt that the crux of the problem was that bag of rice. That was why she and Zhu Bocheng were having this conversation.

Tamping down her excitement, Mother Zhu asked cautiously, “Chengcheng, where did you buy that bag of rice from? Can you buy a few more, no, dozens more?”