"Master Gjerj, Mistress is now …" The midwife was just about to chase after Gjerj.
"Excuse me! Excuse me! " Another voice sounded from behind, and Harrison rushed over like a whirlwind, almost knocking over the midwife. He rushed all the way to the door of the room before stopping abruptly. He immediately turned around, and looked at the midwife, who had been knocked over three times. He forced a smile onto his face as he panted heavily, and said, "Give … give this to her. Once she eats it, she'll be able to keep both of them …"
The midwife pushed the box away from Harrison's hand, and said in a panicked voice, "It's still time to eat there; if we don't get there soon, both of them will be gone!"
"Ouch!" Harrison hurriedly caught the box in his arms, and his expression changed as he said, "Calm down! This was made by Mr. Mak, and Miranda loves to eat it. If she doesn't eat, she won't have the strength to give birth! "
Harrison pulled a female servant out from the side, and shoved the box into her arms as he yelled, "Hurry up and give it to her!"
"Oh!" The female servant was a little flustered, but she still obediently carried the box into the room.
"Mother!" Parmer had already thrown himself onto the bed, and was weeping as he looked at Miranda, who was lying on the bed.
"Parmer … Gjerj …" Miranda opened her eyes to look at Gjerj, and two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Miranda, Mr. Mak is back, and he made chicken soup and Yangzhou fried rice for us. Let's eat something first before we give birth." Gjerj's entire body was trembling, and he spilled the bowl of porridge on the table to the side before lifting the lid of the clay pot.
The rich and delicious aroma of chicken soup instantly wafted out of the clay pot, and filled the entire room.
Lying on the bed, Miranda's nose twitched, and a glimmer of light lit up in her eyes. The long-lost hunger suddenly surged up, and that strong desire made her feel as if she could eat an entire cow. She couldn't help but gulp, and even the pain seemed to have lessened a lot.
"Mr. Mak … This is Mr. Mak's scent …" A glimmer of hope seemed to have appeared in Miranda's heart, and she was even struck by the urge to sit up.
"It smells so good." Although the maid at the side looked nervous, she couldn't help but think in her heart when she smelled the fragrance. But in Madam's current situation, would drinking chicken soup really be of any use?
Gjerj carefully poured the chicken soup into the bowl, but his trembling hands still spilled almost half of the soup.
"Chicken soup! Miranda, let's drink some chicken soup first! "
Gjerj quickly made his way over to Miranda's bedside with the bowl of chicken soup, and the maid standing at the side hurriedly placed a small pillow under Miranda's head. She couldn't move around in her current condition, or else she might end up in a worse situation.
"Come, open your mouth." Gjerj brought a ladle of steaming hot chicken soup over to Miranda. He scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and blew on it before slowly pouring it into Miranda's slightly opened mouth.
The chicken soup was still a little hot when it entered his mouth. Then, the fresh taste spread to the tip of his tongue, like the spring rain gently caressing his taste buds, giving life to his tongue that had been tasteless for a long time. He carefully felt the mellow and slightly sweet taste from the chicken soup. It was like some kind of wonderful fruit, making the taste of the chicken soup even more wonderful.
Gulp.
Miranda's throat moved, and the warm chicken soup flowed down her throat. Her parched throat was moisturized, and wisps of energy flowed into her feeble cells. Her heavy body seemed to have regained a hint of energy.
What was even more miraculous was that the warm sensation didn't disappear after entering her abdomen. Instead, it was as if it had been absorbed by the fetus, and there was a warm feeling in her lower abdomen.
The pain down below was immediately alleviated significantly, and the fetus that was initially a little agitated seemed to have been pacified as well.
Miranda's expression immediately became a lot more relaxed, and her face lit up slightly.
"Mistress … Mistress drank it!"
The maid exclaimed with elation. They had tried everything they could think of during the past few days, but they were still unable to get Miranda to eat anything. Who would've thought that she would be able to drink a mouthful of chicken soup?
"Mother, you'll definitely get better!" An elated look also appeared on Parmer's face, and he held onto Miranda's hand tightly as he spoke in a sobbing voice.
"Come, open your mouth again." An elated look also appeared on Gjerj's face, and he scooped up another spoonful of chicken soup before carefully feeding it to Miranda.
Just like that, Gjerj fed Miranda spoonful after spoonful of chicken soup, and Miranda's complexion gradually improved as a hint of color returned to her pale face.
Gjerj stood up to pour more chicken soup, and Miranda gently held onto Parmer's hand as she said in a gentle voice, "Don't cry, Parmer, you're a man."
Parmer hurriedly wiped the tears from his face as he nodded vigorously. "Yes, Parmer, I won't cry."
"Good girl." A smile appeared on Miranda's face. Even though she was still very feeble, she was clearly in much better spirits than before. Her lower abdomen was so quiet that it was as if the fetus in her belly had already fallen asleep, and the warmth flowing from her lower abdomen gave her some strength.
Miranda turned to Gjerj, and said, "Help me up; I want to sit up and drink."
"Alright." Gjerj looked into Miranda's eyes before handing the bowl over to the female servant. He carefully helped Miranda into a sitting position before tucking a soft blanket behind her back.
"The chicken soup is delicious." Miranda looked at Gjerj with a smile on her face.
Gjerj's nostrils flared rapidly, and he forced a smile onto his face as he said, "Then drink some more; Mr. Mak said that drinking it will benefit you."
"Alright." Miranda nodded as she opened her mouth.
Gjerj hurriedly blew on the chicken soup before slowly feeding it into Miranda's mouth.
"Why isn't there any sound?" The two midwives looked around the room with perplexed looks on their faces. According to their experience, this was the most painful moment of a pregnant woman's life, and the excruciating pain would almost cause her to faint, yet the room was completely silent.
Everyone in the courtyard was also quite perplexed. Gjerj had suddenly returned with a clay pot in his arms, and the room had immediately fallen silent. Even Parmer and Gjerj weren't saying anything, which indicated that Miranda's condition wasn't very bad. Could it be that he had found some kind of miracle medicine?
"It must be Mr. Mak's chicken soup and Yangzhou fried rice!"
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