An elderly lady nearby noticed Yang Cuihua picking up so many tonics and couldn't help but ask warmly, "Does your family have a daughter-in-law giving birth?"
Yang Cuihua wasn't shy with strangers; owning a shop had honed her ability to speak to all kinds of people.
She replied cheerfully, "Exactly, my daughter-in-law is pregnant, but she hasn't given birth yet."
The old lady looked surprised, "My, oh my! She hasn't even given birth and you are already buying so many tonics, she must be very precious!"
Seeing that Yang Cuihua was dressed like a wealthy person sparked a desire in the old lady to chat.
"Sister, let me tell you, you can't spoil your daughter-in-law like this. If she's already so delicate before giving birth, who knows how much fussier she'll be when she's confined after birth. If you pamper her too much, in the end, it's your own son who will suffer."
Yang Cuihua's previously cheerful expression suddenly fell; she wasn't keen on talking to this woman.
