Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Jiang Jinhuang hurriedly picked up the little one, gently touching Jiang Jinyang’s small face. “Yangyang, we have food. Wake up, eat something, and then we can take the medicine.”

The little one was dazed from the fever, but hearing there was food, she forced her eyes open. “Sister, hungry.”

“Okay, I’ll feed you right away.” Jiang Jinhuang was about to set her sister down to get the porridge bowl, but Ye Qing had already brought it over.

Seeing Ye Qing, the little one trembled and buried her face in Jiang Jinhuang’s arms. “Sister Ye, I’m good, don’t sell me, don’t abandon me.”

As she spoke, the little one cried sadly in Jiang Jinhuang’s arms.

Ye Qing softened her voice to comfort her. “I’m not selling you. I made porridge for you. Eat.”

The little one sniffled in Jiang Jinhuang’s arms,偷偷 peeking at Ye Qing’s expression. Seeing Ye Qing didn’t seem angry, she relaxed slightly, her flushed face eyeing the porridge bowl in Ye Qing’s hand.

Ye Qing handed the bowl closer, signaling Jiang Jinhuang to take it.

Jiang Jinhuang reached out to take the bowl, glanced at Ye Qing, then looked away. “Thank you.”

“No need. Feed her quickly.” Ye Qing, tired from running around all morning, sat on a bench by the table to rest.

Jiang Jinhuang scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, and brought it to her sister’s mouth. “Yangyang, eat.”

The little one, dizzy from the fever, couldn’t resist the aroma of food. Her stomach growled loudly several times.

She opened her mouth wide and ate a spoonful of porridge.

The plain porridge tasted like the best thing in the world to Jiang Jinyang at that moment.

Seeing her sister eat happily, Jiang Jinhuang’s pale face softened a bit. But she was hungry too, just holding on.

After feeding Jiang Jinyang six or seven spoonfuls, the little one refused to eat more.

Jiang Jinhuang lowered her eyes and asked, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you hungry?”

Jiang Jinyang, her face red, rubbed against Jiang Jinhuang uncomfortably. “Sister, you eat.”

She had heard her sister’s stomach growl. Sister Ye was mean, always scolding them and not giving them food.

Jiang Jinhuang’s heart warmed, but her eyes grew redder. “I’m not hungry. Finish the porridge so you can get better. Be good.”

“But, but, your stomach growled.” Jiang Jinyang rubbed her face against her sister, not wanting her to suffer.

“I’m really not hungry. Be good.” Jiang Jinhuang coaxed, feeding another spoonful to her sister’s mouth.

But the little one refused to drink more, worried about her sister going hungry.

Seeing the little one wouldn’t eat, Ye Qing said softly, “There’s more in the kitchen for your sister. You eat first, and I’ll get it.”

“Really?” The little one, still scared of Ye Qing, hid her face in Jiang Jinhuang’s arms, sneaking a glance at Ye Qing’s expression.

Ye Qing smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’ll go get it now. You keep eating.”

With that, she stood, left the room, and closed the door.

Jiang Jinhuang sighed in relief. Thankfully, Ye Qing hadn’t gotten angry. In the past, Ye Qing would likely have lost her temper.

She quickly said, “Yangyang, eat. You need to get better. Ye Qing seems to be in a good mood today, but tomorrow…”

Jiang Jinhuang didn’t finish. She feared Ye Qing would revert to her old ways tomorrow. Then, forget medicine or porridge—they’d be lucky not to be beaten or scolded.

The little one sniffled, nodded obediently, and kept eating, wiping tears偷偷 as she went, feeling sorry for her sister.

Jiang Jinhuang kept feeding her until the small bowl was empty. Ye Qing returned with two more bowls of porridge.

Ye Qing placed them on the wooden table, then quickly closed the door against the cold weather, which likely caused Jiang Jinyang’s illness.

Seeing Jiang Jinhuang’s empty bowl, Ye Qing took it and handed her the medicine bowl. “Feed her the medicine now.”

“Okay.” Jiang Jinhuang nodded, quickly taking the bowl from Ye Qing.

The bowl reeked of bitter, astringent medicine, enough to make an adult grimace. Jiang Jinyang’s little face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

Jiang Jinhuang felt a pang for her sister. Back home, the little one was pampered, never enduring such hardship. Even taking medicine in the capital required candies and treats to coax her.

But now, this dark bowl of medicine was bought with her own body. Thinking this, Jiang Jinhuang’s face grew paler.

At least she was somewhat useful to Ye Qing; otherwise, even this medicine would’ve been hard to get.

After all, it cost Ye Qing six taels of silver—a trivial sum for noble families, but for common folk, enough for a family of three for four months. Ye Qing had spent a fortune to get her.

“Yangyang, I know the medicine tastes bad, but you have to drink it to get better. Then we can go home to Mom and Dad. Don’t you miss them?” Jiang Jinhuang coaxed gently.

The little one nodded, her cheeks still flushed, rubbing against Jiang Jinhuang uncomfortably. “I miss them. I miss home.”

“Then drink the medicine, okay? Do it for me, Yangyang. Be good,” Jiang Jinhuang continued.

The little one sniffled and nodded. “I’ll drink it.”

Seeing her sister agree, Jiang Jinhuang scooped the medicine and fed it to her.

Jiang Jinyang cried as she swallowed, nearly vomiting several times but holding it in, not wanting her sister to worry.

Even Ye Qing grimaced at the medicine’s smell. Watching the little one drink spoonful after spoonful, she couldn’t help but admire her resilience.

Ye Qing took the empty bowl, scooped some porridge from her own into it, and after Jiang Jinhuang fed the last spoonful of medicine, handed it over quickly. “Let her drink some to mask the taste. It’ll help.”

Jiang Jinhuang didn’t think twice and fed the porridge to Jiang Jinyang. The rice’s aroma covered the medicine’s bitterness, and she didn’t feel like vomiting anymore.

After two more spoonfuls, the bitter taste was gone.

The little one偷偷 glanced at Ye Qing, who had just given her more porridge. Did Sister Ye not hate her anymore?

Afraid to look too long, she quickly buried her face in her sister’s arms.

Seeing her sister finish the medicine, Jiang Jinhuang relaxed slightly. She wrapped Jiang Jinyang tightly in the blanket and said softly, “Yangyang, you took the medicine. Sleep now, and you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“Okay.” The little one nodded, her head still dizzy, ready to sleep.

Seeing Jiang Jinyang settle down, Ye Qing relaxed too and started eating her porridge.

After a few bites, she heard a stomach growl nearby—likely Jiang Jinhuang’s.

She coughed lightly and said, “Let her sleep. Come eat the porridge.”

Jiang Jinhuang had seen Ye Qing bring in two bowls but hadn’t thought much of it. Ye Qing never cared if they were hungry, so she didn’t expect the porridge was for her. Now Ye Qing was telling her to eat?

Though she disliked Ye Qing, she was truly hungry, not having eaten in over a day. Still, she asked, “For me?”

Ye Qing nodded. “Yes, come eat.”

Seeing no disgust on Ye Qing’s face, Jiang Jinhuang carefully placed Jiang Jinyang on the bed, letting her sleep on the pillow.

She walked to the table, a bit uneasy, and sat cautiously across from Ye Qing. Seeing Ye Qing stay silent, she picked up the bowl.

Glancing at Ye Qing to confirm she wasn’t angry, Jiang Jinhuang scooped the porridge and ate heartily.

She’d never thought porridge could taste so good. Back then, she wouldn’t have glanced at it, but now, it was precious—life-saving, letting her live a few more days.

In her heart, Jiang Jinhuang prayed that if Ye Qing got what she wanted tonight, she’d treat her and Yangyang a bit better.

She couldn’t die. She had to get her sister home.

Ye Qing finished her bowl. Though the porridge was plain, compared to apocalypse food, it was delicious, especially with green vegetables—rare and precious later on.

She ate with relish and, finishing, planned to get another bowl. Seeing Jiang Jinhuang nearly done, she asked, “Want more? There’s some left in the pot.”

Jiang Jinhuang hadn’t expected Ye Qing to ask. Stunned briefly, she handed over her bowl.

Since Ye Qing wasn’t angry today, she’d seize the chance to eat more.

“More,” Jiang Jinhuang said softly,偷偷 watching Ye Qing’s expression.

Seeing Ye Qing take the bowl calmly, she felt relieved.

Ye Qing went to the kitchen, scooped the remaining porridge into their bowls—about half a bowl each.

After banking the kitchen fire, she returned with the bowls, placed them on the table, and pushed Jiang Jinhuang’s toward her. “Eat. You need strength to care for her.”

“Thank you,” Jiang Jinhuang said softly. Ye Qing’s polite demeanor was almost convincing—she’d been fooled by it before.

But no matter what, she had to eat. If she collapsed, no one would care for her sister.