Old Mrs. Mu squatted down, trying to lift the dirty Mu Xiangxiang.
But she tried several times and couldn't lift her.
Mu Xiangxiang's body was like a popsicle, icy cold.
She tightly closed her eyes, with not a trace of color on her face.
Indistinguishable from a dead person.
Old Mrs. Mu placed her hand on Mu Xiangxiang's nose.
The next moment, Old Mrs. Mu was so frightened that she knelt on the ground.
"Father Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang... has no breath left!"
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Third Branch
Mu Shuangshuang set up the dual-sided pot, filled the stove with firewood, and a few children gathered around, each holding a bowl.
Everyone stared eagerly at the bubbling broth in the dual-sided pot.
Mu Shuangshuang put the ingredients into the pot one by one, starting with sweet potato noodles.
Farmhouse sweet potato noodles always taste particularly good.
After being soaked in water, the noodles softened after cooking for a while.
Mu Xiangxiang distributed a little to each of the children.
