“Yes!”
Song Wanjì nodded heavily.
“Third son, you and your wife have given the most to this family all these years. Don’t worry—whatever should be given to you, Mom won’t short you a single cent.”
Wen Yifan understood Song Chenyi and his wife’s temperaments all too well. Those words weren’t only meant for them, but also for Song Huailin and Song Kuo and their wives.
“As for you—if you really can’t bear to part with Song Yanchuan, then go help him pack. You can even catch up properly before he gets the hell out! Alright, meeting dismissed!”
Without waiting for the remaining three to speak, Wen Yifan turned and went back to her room.
After acting all afternoon, she was utterly exhausted. The moment her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep.
She was woken by crackling noises in the yard. It was already dusk.
The sun was setting, the smell of food drifted from the kitchen, and someone knocked on the wooden door. Still groggy, she got up to open it, only to see Song Wanjì’s bright, cheerful smile.
“Mom, Third Sister-in-law finished cooking. She asked me to bring your meal to your room.”
“Third daughter-in-law cooked?” Wen Yifan frowned. “Wasn’t it Second daughter-in-law’s turn today?”
At that, Song Wanjì grinned even wider. “Third Sister-in-law said today’s a good day for you, Mom, so we should celebrate properly. She was worried Second Sister-in-law wouldn’t put her heart into it!”
The remark surprised Wen Yifan, yet made her chuckle.
Usually Feng Zhuyi hardly said a word, but at crucial moments, she was surprisingly sensible.
“Come in.”
After Song Wanjì entered and shut the door, sitting by the table, Wen Yifan asked again, “What’s going on in the yard? I only slept for a bit—how did it get so noisy?”
“Oh, Dad… was packing his things. Eldest Brother and Second Brother kept insisting on helping, but after an entire afternoon, they still hadn’t finished. Third Brother got anxious watching them and just did it himself.”
Song Wanjì let out a mischievous laugh.
“You wouldn’t believe it—Third Brother works really fast. He’s already sorted everything out, and he didn’t take a single thing from our house!”
Hearing this, Wen Yifan felt delighted and laughed heartily. “Good, good! You’re all good children!”
“Oh right, Mom—about that cup of water you gave me yesterday. What did you mix in it? It tasted sweet.”
Only then did Wen Yifan remember that she had indeed given her a cup of water mixed with spirit spring water. She had been so busy with the divorce that she’d almost forgotten to ask about it.
“It’s nothing much. Just some herbs I gathered from the mountain and mixed in. You’ve been tired preparing for exams these past few days, so I thought I’d let you try it.”
Gently stroking Song Wanjì’s hand, she asked softly, “How was it? Did it help?”
“It really did!” Song Wanjì’s eyes lit up. “After drinking it, I felt full of energy while studying. I stayed up till late at night without feeling sleepy at all, and my mind was much clearer when solving problems!”
Those words filled Wen Yifan with joy.
Ever since the system leveled up, she had wanted to test what effects drinking the spirit spring water alone would have, but never found the chance.
Though she had tried some herself, aside from feeling a bit lighter physically, she hadn’t noticed much difference.
She wondered if it might be due to individual differences and wanted more people to try it.
Hearing this result made her secretly overjoyed.
“Good. If it helps, then Mom will make it for you every day from now on, alright?”
“Mm!”
After agreeing on that, mother and daughter chatted for a while. Seeing Wen Yifan eat a few bites, Song Wanjì didn’t disturb her further and left with the bowl.
Having driven Song Yanchuan out, Wen Yifan slept especially well that night.
Before dawn the next day, she carried her basket to the clinic.
“If mixing spirit spring water with plain water can improve physical condition, then what if it’s combined with medicinal herbs…”
She sat cross-legged in front of the medicine cabinet, murmuring to herself.
The system seemed to sense her thoughts. With a “ding,” a pop-up window appeared.
“Guess you’re searching: medicinal properties and blending principles…”
Talk about perfect timing!
Wen Yifan eagerly clicked it open and spent the entire afternoon studying the spirit spring water according to the guidance.
Finally, as night fell, she achieved results.
Following her developed prescription, she prepared the herbs, boiled them with cool water mixed with a certain proportion of spirit spring water, let it cool, and poured it into a cup.
Staring at the pale yellow liquid, she tilted her head back and drank it all in one go.
After drinking it for three consecutive days without any issues—and even finding that the fatigue and muscle soreness from gathering herbs in the mountains were relieved—she finally dared to bring it home and secretly add some to the cups of Song Chenyi and his wife, as well as Song Wanjì.
After observing them for half a month, and noticing their bodies growing stronger day by day and their complexions becoming rosier, she finally came to a conclusion—
The nutritional tonic had been successfully developed!
So she went to find Xu Erniu.
“Erniu, will you do me a favor?”
With the previous experience, Xu Erniu agreed without hesitation. “Since Sister Wen’s asking, of course I’ll help. So, what are we installing this time?”
Wen Yifan liked straightforward people like him. She placed a bag of refined flour on the table and smiled. “I’d like you to open a small window on the side of the clinic and install two shelves. I want to sell some health tonics in the future!”
At that, Xu Erniu looked troubled. “Opening a window and installing shelves is no problem, and I trust your medical skills. But something without reputation—people might not buy it!”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll think of a way!”
Wen Yifan had seen some sales tactics in her previous life. If she imitated them, surely she’d achieve some results.
Seeing her confidence, Xu Erniu stopped persuading her. He accepted the flour and finished the job the next day.
As soon as the window was ready, Wen Yifan sat there, waiting for customers.
But just as Erniu had predicted, days passed and the nutritional tonic remained untouched.
“Sigh… such a good product, yet no one appreciates it. Is the price too high?”
She leaned on the window, troubled, staring at the price tag—thirty cents per cup—and sighed.
“But even registering at the hospital costs ten cents these days…”
Just as she was hesitating, a clear male voice sounded above her head.
“Comrade Wen, may I have a cup of your nutritional tonic?”
Recognizing the familiar voice, Wen Yifan looked up and met Qin Yunan’s smiling eyes.
“Comrade Qin, what brings you here?”
“Came for a follow-up check.”
“Oh…”
Wen Yifan nodded, her expression slightly disappointed.
She had thought her promotion was working. Turns out he was only here for a check-up. Sigh.
Realizing he was a patient, she quickly adjusted her mood.
“Come in and have a seat!”
She invited Qin Yunan inside, moved a small stool for him to sit on, and turned to the inner room to fetch the examination tools.