He snorted softly, but did not scold Mulan for talking to Zhao Yun'er.
This old lady Zhu was really snobbish. If Zhao Yun'er hadn't sent a big fish over, she might have been driven out of the Zhu family's yard.
Mulan also breathed a sigh of relief. If Mrs. Zhu kicked Zhao Yun'er away, she wouldn't know how to face Zhao Yun'er.
Mrs. Zhu pointed at the fish that Zhao Yun'er sent to Mulan and said, "Make more fish tonight and give it to your sister-in-law."
Mulan responded, "I know, mother!"
When Mrs. Zhu was about to enter the house, the cry of the milk baby came from Sister Mulan's house again.
The sound was still intermittent, crying for a while and then stopping again.
The old lady of the Zhu family frowned, "I don't know what's going on these days. I keep crying. Something happened to this child!"
Mulan put the fish into the wooden basin and said to Mrs. Zhu, "Mom, let me go and take a look!"
"I'll go take a look too!" said the old lady of the Zhu family.
The child has been crying frequently these days. I thought it was normal. After all, there are few children who don't cry. But for several days in a row, something seems to be wrong.
Several people entered the house together. Qi, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Zhu family, was lying on the bed, with the child beside her, crying.
The old lady of the Zhu family had a good attitude towards Qi, and asked softly, "Boss, wife, why is my eldest grandson crying like this?"
"Mom, I don't know either, but Hu'er has something growing on his forehead. I don't know if that's why he's crying!"
Mrs. Zhu walked in and took a look, and found that the child did indeed have something growing on his face and head, a layer of dry skin, and some nodules.
The old lady of the Zhu family didn't know what it was, so she muttered, "Why does my eldest grandson have a growth? The child is crying non-stop. It must be because of this."
"Mom, what should we do? Is Hu'er serious? Will something happen?" Qi asked with a frown.
"I don't know, and I haven't seen anyone's child grow like this."
"Mom, why don't you call a doctor to come over and take a look?"
The face of the old lady from the Zhu family sank, "Why are we looking for a doctor? It's normal for a child to have something on his face. If we invite a doctor over, he'll be a show-off, and we can make a lot of money!"
The poor people in the country are most afraid of seeing a doctor when they get sick. The Zhu family is even more despised if they are poor.
Seeing that the old lady of the Zhu family was reluctant to part with the money, Mrs. Qi said nothing more. She also felt that there should be nothing wrong.
Zhao Yuner took a closer look and knew what was going on.
Her friend's child also had this thing before, so she had some understanding.
This baby, who is less than two months old, has eczema on his forehead.
"I know what this is!" Zhao Yun'er couldn't help but said when she saw the child was pitiful.
In fact, it is not a big deal, but if it is not handled well, the children will suffer.
Mrs. Zhu glanced at Zhao Yun'er, snorted and said, "I don't even know what this is, how do you know what it is?"
"..." Zhao Yun'er really couldn't stand this old lady from the Zhu family. She was really self-righteous. If it weren't for Mulan's face, she wouldn't even bother to be polite to her.