Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

"Qiao Ziqiang looked thinner than last year, but his complexion was quite good, not like last year with unsteady footsteps and facial swelling, which clearly showed his body had greatly deteriorated. As long as Boss Qiao continued drinking his Qiong Wine, there would be no problem in recovering to his peak condition."

"Although she had thought about ignoring Boss Qiao’s health and just letting him drag on, perhaps one day he would kick the bucket, and Mu Xiulan could regain her single status, maybe even reconcile with He Xuewen?"

"But when she asked Mu Xiulan if there was any possibility of reconciling with He Xuewen under this scenario, Mu Xiulan’s answer was no. She said even if Boss Qiao was gone, she would still honor him. Boss Qiao had been kind to her, and she must repay this kindness, and she felt she no longer matched up to He Xuewen!"

"Sigh, since her own mother had firmly fixated on this Boss Qiao, she should just help her mother, how could she let her mother become a widow?"

"Mama, here are five jars of medicinal wine, all the same as the two bottles from last year. Let Uncle Qiao drink them. How else can you say Uncle Qiao is lucky? Daddy last year just happened to obtain two hundred-year-old wild ginseng and other good herbs in the north, so he brewed some extra medicinal wine."

"Sisi spoke ambiguously. Mu Xiulan and Boss Qiao were not like He Xuewen. She couldn’t trust them wholeheartedly, so she let herself tell some white lies."

"Mu Xiulan was quite pleased. Boss Qiao’s health improved a lot after drinking two bottles last year. Even his symptoms of breathlessness and night sweats had lessened, and most importantly, he didn’t suffer from body aches on rainy days like before. Who would have thought that the medicinal wine brewed by Xue Wen had such good effects? But thinking about the reputation of He Family Wine, Mu Xiulan was reassured."

"If He Family Wine wasn’t good, how could their family of three have split up? She would still be Madam He, living a lady’s life of listening to operas and playing mahjong! Mu Xiulan sighed, not wanting to dwell on the past."

"Ah Nan, really thank you and your Daddy. If Uncle Qiao knew there was so much medicinal wine, he would probably be overjoyed. When last year’s two bottles were finished, he kept muttering every day about why Ah Nan hadn’t come yet?"

"Hehe, Mama, here are two jars of Beauty Wine, brewed by me, also to be drunk daily, it can slow down the aging process. This is for you to drink."