Old Mistress Jing finally eased her concerns when she heard it and slapped her thigh, "Alright then, I'll get it for you right now; you can arrange it in my kitchen. Cough, not to mention longan flesh, if it could ensure the safe and sound arrival of my little grandson, I'd even get dragon meat for her to eat!"
After saying this, she murmured something under her breath, it wasn't clear what she was grumbling about, then she bustled into the kitchen.
Hua Xiaomai picked several dozen dried dates and followed her, boiling the dates together with the longan flesh. When it was seventy percent done, she added some fresh ginger juice and honey. After it came to a boil again, she ladled it out to cool, put it into a small jar that could be sealed tightly, and handed it to Old Mistress Jing with instructions to give it to Hua Erniang three times a day. After a moment's thought, she tugged at the sleeve of Old Mistress Jing.
