Farm Cook

"Great Merciful and Compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, please help my daughter-in-law wake up safely! Little Shitou is already a child without a father, and can no longer be without a mother... If it doesn't work, just take away my old bones!" An old voice sounded in her ears with a cry. Su Lan opened her heavy eyes in a daze. A headache was the only feeling she had left. Where is this? She looked at the gray tiles above her head, the dark roof beams, and a few strands of spider webs on the roof beams... Then she looked at the quilt on her body. The original color had faded, and the quilt's cotton batting must have been used a lot...