Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 88
by Little PandaBefore Setting Out for Battle
Carrying a container of chicken soup, Jiang Yao walked in with a guilty conscience, just in time to see her wife sitting before a table of cold dishes.
Wait, there are so many dishes today? But I just had to go and eat out…
Why didn’t my wife eat first?
Jiang Yao’s guilt grew.
“Yun’er, it’s so late. You haven’t had supper yet? I ate out with a friend and brought you some chicken soup. The chicken soup from that place is pretty good.”
Jiang Yao said in a small, guilty voice.
Song Muyun faintly lifted her eyes to look at her, then abruptly flicked her long sleeve and rose to head for the inner room. Jiang Yao knew this was bad. She quickly put down the chicken soup and gave chase, hugging the other woman from behind in the inner room.
“You’re unhappy because I didn’t come home to have supper with you, aren’t you?”
Song Muyun’s mood was still cold, but her body was trembling slightly. Jiang Yao figured she had guessed right and began to explain, “Do you know General Guide?1 She had something to discuss with me, so she treated me to a meal. You haven’t been talking to me during meals these past few days, so I thought you didn’t want to eat with me and didn’t send anyone back to let you know. It’s my fault. From now on, I’ll tell you wherever I go, alright?”
She sincerely admitted her mistake, her attitude exceptionally earnest. Song Muyun finally spoke, her voice terribly hoarse, as if she were about to cry. She said, “Who says I don’t want to eat with you? What gives you the right to be so presumptuous!”
The heavy, tearful tone startled Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao lowered her head sheepishly and mumbled, “Well, you don’t talk to me when we eat. I thought you were unhappy to see me. Alright, don’t cry. Don’t cry, Ah Yun. I’ll give you a kiss, so don’t cry, okay?”
Jiang Yao held her sharp chin, turned her face around, and leaned in to kiss her—her cheek, the corner of her lips, her nose, and her eyes. Song Muyun didn’t dodge, her watery eyes just looking at her, a heart-wrenching sight.
“Why do you love to cry so much? How about a hug?” Jiang Yao opened her arms, and without waiting for Song Muyun to move, she leaned in and embraced her.
Their cheeks touched. Because they had been in a cold war for the past few days, neither had taken the initiative to touch the other.
Jiang Yao hadn’t dared to, and Muyun hadn’t wanted to.
But today, she suddenly couldn’t hold it in any longer. It was one thing to go several days without being held and kissed like a treasure by her beloved, but at least they sat at the same table for meals every day, which made her feel like they were a family. But today was different. She hadn’t come back to eat. Had she forgotten that she was still waiting at home?
She hasn’t even gone off to war yet, and she’s already forgotten about me…
At this thought, Song Muyun grew even more upset. Her eyes, which usually sparkled with shattered starlight, dimmed, making Jiang Yao’s heart ache to death.
“Such a little crybaby. From now on, if I eat out, I’ll definitely have someone inform you, alright? Stop crying now. I even brought you chicken soup. It’s still warm. Come have some?”
Song Muyun pressed her thin lips together, then spoke after a moment, her voice husky. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t unhappy.” She had wanted to see her.
Jiang Yao froze, only realizing a moment later that she was responding to her earlier comment about thinking she was unhappy to see her.
Jiang Yao’s expression suddenly softened. “Alright~” she cooed. “I knew it. I knew our Yun’er was very good. You wouldn’t be unhappy to see me. Yun’er only gets angry at me on the surface; you’d never be truly angry.”
Jiang Yao held Song Muyun with one arm, freeing the other to secretly pinch her soft fingers.
Song Muyun fell silent again. Being enveloped in that familiar scent was very, very comforting.
She hadn’t held her for several days. It turned out she had wanted to be held this much.
The young lady held back the tears that were about to fall, her eyes red-rimmed. Suddenly, as if she had forgiven her, she said in a low voice, “I want to drink the chicken soup. You pour it for me.”
Although she was still ordering her around, her tone was much softer.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you? Okay, I’ll pour it for you right now.”
Jiang Yao rubbed Song Muyun’s soft belly; it was already a little flat with hunger.
Song Muyun obediently let her rub it. When Jiang Yao went to pour the chicken soup, she followed her, step for step.
The restaurant’s chicken soup was simmered in a jar, and when you bought it, you took the whole jar with you. The poured broth was a clear yellow and tasted delicious. Inside was a large chicken thigh and a few pieces of meat, all stewed so tender that the meat fell apart at the touch of one’s lips.
Muyun loved soup, and it was nourishing, which was why Jiang Yao had thought to bring some back for her.
“Is it good?”
“I don’t think I’ve had this flavor before. Did you go to a different restaurant?”
Jiang Yao often took her out to eat, so she could recognize the flavors of their usual restaurants immediately.
This flavor… she had never had it before, but it was quite delicious.
“Mhm. General Guide treated me to dinner. She chose the restaurant.”
“Oh.”
After her response, neither of them spoke again.
For some reason, Song Muyun couldn’t stand the same quiet atmosphere as the past few days and spoke up again to ask, “Is this restaurant good?”
She sniffled. Her eyelids were slightly red and swollen, and her eyes were moist, giving her a pitiful and lovely look when she gazed at someone.
Jiang Yao immediately replied, “The food is alright. We only ordered three dishes. That bowl of noodles was pretty good. I’ll take you to try it next time.”
Hearing her say this, Song Muyun’s eyes dimmed again. “Next time? You’re going to join the army, and you’re not taking me. Who knows when ‘next time’ will be.”
The moment the young lady thought of this, she felt terribly upset and didn’t dare to dwell on it, lest she start crying again and truly become the little crybaby Jiang Yao called her. She didn’t cry that much. In the past, when her mother punished her, she wouldn’t cry no matter how much it hurt.
“If you want to eat it, I’ll take you tomorrow.”
Song Muyun shook her head and asked again, “When are you leaving for the campaign?”
They had been at odds for so long that she hadn’t even had a chance to ask something so important.
Jiang Yao instructed someone to take the dishes away to be reheated, asking for two of the lighter, more palatable ones to be brought back up and for the rest to be divided among the servants. Only then did she turn back to Song Muyun. “The day after tomorrow.”
The young lady’s grip on her soup spoon suddenly tightened, and she looked a little dazed. “The day after tomorrow…”
“Mhm. You wait for me at home. If things go smoothly, I’ll be back in a few months.”
“And what if they don’t go smoothly?”
Song Muyun looked up, her face filled with bewilderment.
Jiang Yao fell silent. If things didn’t go smoothly, she really didn’t know when she would be able to return.
How could she dare say such a thing to her wife? It would probably make her angry enough to die.
But even if she didn’t say anything, Song Muyun could guess on her own. She was still furious, her expression icy. She just lowered her head and drank her soup in silence, ignoring everyone.
Jiang Yao touched her thigh. “Angry again? I’ll come back as soon as I can, Yun’er. I can’t bear to leave you either.”
Song Muyun wanted to say that if she couldn’t bear to leave, why not take her along? But in the end, she didn’t say it. She also knew that for her safety, Jiang Yao would never relent on this matter.
Besides, she didn’t know how to do anything. What use would she be if she went? She would indeed just be a burden to Jiang Yao.
Two warm dishes were served. Song Muyun ate silently, and Jiang Yao finished what she couldn’t.
Knowing that she was leaving the day after tomorrow, the little ancestor was clearly much clingier. For the entire night, even during their bath, she insisted on sticking to her in the same tub. Her wet hair clung to her beautiful, snow-white collarbones as she lay on top of her, craning her neck to demand kisses.
After their wild passion, she fell asleep, exhausted.
The next day, Jiang Yao had to go to the training camp for drills. Song Muyun was reluctant to let her go; they only had this one day left together.
So, early in the morning, she eagerly saw Jiang Yao off to the training camp. Jiang Yao told her to go back first, and she agreed verbally, but she ended up waiting there for the entire morning.
At noon, Jiang Yao came out with her arm slung around someone, but when she saw her family’s carriage outside, she tensed up and immediately shook off the brother she had been hooking shoulders and draping backs with.2
She didn’t hold back at all with that sudden force, nearly sending her brother flying.
The brother rubbed the back of his head with a bewildered look and asked her what was wrong. Jiang Yao didn’t answer, just cleared her throat, seemingly a little guilty, and looked toward her carriage. Then she said to the good brothers she had arranged to eat with, “You guys go on and eat. My wife is here.”
Just as she was speaking, Song Muyun lifted the curtain and looked anxiously toward the training camp, her gaze landing on Jiang Yao at once.
Jiang Yao quickly put on a smile, waved at Muyun, and ran over. Standing outside the carriage, she met her gaze, feeling exceptionally good. “Xiao Yun’er, you came to see me?”
Her snow-white skin looked even paler under the sunlight, and large, crystalline beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
Song Muyun’s heart ached to see it. She raised a hand to wipe them for her. “Do you want to come up and sit for a while? It’s too sunny outside.”
Jiang Yao said, “No, I have to go back after I eat. Have you eaten? Are you hungry? I’ll take you to eat with me.”
She thought Muyun had come from the residence to see her, not that she had been waiting outside the whole time.
The young lady had come specifically to stick to Jiang Yao. Since Jiang Yao was going to eat, she naturally had to follow. So, she nodded obediently. “Okay.”
Song Muyun lifted her skirts and was carried out of the carriage by Jiang Yao. Unbeknownst to them, a group of people had gathered around them. Suddenly, they all shouted in unison, “Saozi!”3
The shout startled Jiang Yao so much that her hands trembled, and she nearly dropped her little ancestor.
Quickly securing the girl in her arms, she glared at the group of grinning young masters who had appeared while her guard was down and spoke bluntly, “What the hell are you shouting for? You scared her, you know that?”
Song Muyun had indeed been given quite a fright. She subconsciously clung to Jiang Yao’s arm and frowned at the group, her expression holding its usual coldness toward outsiders.
Only when she realized what they had called her did the iciness on her face slowly melt away, replaced by a gentle warmth, very much unlike the Song Muyun who appeared when Song Yunqian was around.
The group of young masters closed their eyes and cried foul. “We just wanted to say hi to little saozi! Who knew she was so timid!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Someone stared at Song Muyun intently and then exclaimed in amazement, “Good heavens, Jiang Yao, you’re so lucky! I thought saozi was gorgeous before, but she’s even more beautiful now. You must have spent a fortune raising her, right?”
Although her clothes were simple in color, one could still tell the fabric was Bright Moon Brocade,4 worth a fortune. The jewelry in her hair was also priceless, and the skin left exposed was extremely delicate and snow-white. Song Muyun had been nurtured into having the aura of a pampered, high-born young lady.
“None of your fucking business. Go eat your food and mind your own business.”
Jiang Yao kicked the one who had spoken.
Song Muyun tugged on Jiang Yao’s sleeve and whispered, “Don’t curse at people.”
“They were the ones who spoke out of turn first. Ignore them. Come on, I’ll take you to eat.”
The group of young masters immediately followed them again. “Hey, saozi, take us with you! It’s so boring for the two of you to eat alone. Jiang Yao doesn’t talk, does she?”
Hearing this, Muyun looked a little baffled. She glanced at them and shook her head. “No, she talks.”
Sometimes, she talked even more than she did. She would just listen to her speak obediently.
“She talks? When Jiang Yao is with us, she’s either kicking us or telling us to get lost and shut up. Could it be she only loves to talk to her own wife? In that case, saozi, you really have to keep her in line. She’s way too arrogant! My father is a Count, at least, but she doesn’t hold back at all when she hits me.”
Song Muyun looked at Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao reached out and took her soft, tender hand. “Don’t mind them. They’ve got a screw loose.”
“Hey, saozi, look! Jiang Yao is cursing at people again!”
Jiang Yao put an arm around her wife and walked away. These guys were being so enthusiastic, she didn’t want them to scare her wife.
Song Muyun obediently followed by Jiang Yao’s side, letting herself be led by the hand, but her soul was nearly lost in the successive calls of “saozi.”
She was a woman and couldn’t go to the government office with Jiang Yao to receive a marriage certificate like a real married couple.
Therefore, she was especially fond of gaining a sense of security from other sources.
If someone said she wasn’t worthy of Jiang Yao, she would surely be heartbroken. But if someone said they were a good match and treated her as Jiang Yao’s wife, she would feel happy.
Layer upon layer of joy spread from her heart.
Jiang Yao glanced to the side and could see a faint, inconspicuous blush on her cheeks. A moment later, she heard her say, “Jiang Yao is very good. Don’t you bully her.”
Instantly, everyone except the little couple stopped in their tracks. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Bully Jiang Yao?
Who bullied Jiang Yao?
They bullied Jiang Yao???
Is this what they mean when they say one quilt can’t produce two different kinds of people?5 Ugh, it was clearly them who were being bullied so miserably!
It was bad enough that saozi didn’t speak up for them, but she was even telling bald-faced lies! Look at Jiang Yao! Does she look like someone who can be bullied?
One punch from her could send them flying for three days and three nights!6
The group of young masters was indignant, but when it was time to eat, they still sidled up and asked Song Muyun to treat them.
This bunch knew they were about to go off to war with the army, so there was no point in keeping money on them. They had already spent this month’s allowance. Originally, they had been pestering Jiang Yao to treat them, as she was famously rich among the capital’s noble families. Who would have thought Jiang Yao would claim all her money was with her wife, and she only had enough on her for herself to eat.
Just as they were thinking about making do with a couple of steamed buns, Jiang Yao’s wife arrived.
Their instincts told them they could freeload!
As expected, when Song Muyun took Jiang Yao to eat, she picked the best dishes, mostly meat, as if she were afraid Jiang Yao wouldn’t eat well.
This group insisted on tagging along. Song Muyun asked Jiang Yao, who said that if she didn’t mind, they could all eat together.
She didn’t really mind. After all, Jiang Yao was going to war with them; they were comrades who would entrust their backs to each other. She also wanted to get on their good side so that they might pull Jiang Yao back from danger.
Even if she couldn’t curry favor, she would never make enemies. Ever since her father was framed, she had learned that it was hard to guard against petty people.
“Please eat more. Don’t be polite.”
Song Muyun offered a rare smile as she addressed the group.
Jiang Yao tugged at her, a little displeased. “Why are you bothering with them? Just take care of me. Try this Cherry Pork.7 I just had a piece, it’s not bad.”
She placed a piece in Song Muyun’s bowl. The young lady ate it obediently. Her mouth was small, so after adding a bit of rice, her cheeks puffed out.
She looked like a little squirrel when she ate. So cute.
Jiang Yao rubbed the girl’s soft, tender cheek.
She received a secret kick from Song Muyun under the table.
She didn’t want her doing that. There were others around. She was always so shameless and improper. People would tease her about it during the campaign.
Only then did Jiang Yao withdraw her hand, looking a little helpless.
Fine, if you don’t want me to touch, then I won’t. Getting all fierce about it.
“Want me to get you a bowl of soup?”
She turned her head to ask Song Muyun.
Song Muyun nodded demurely. Jiang Yao ladled her a bowl of Immortal Duck Soup.8 It was made with an old duck, so the flavor was especially savory, and it was filled with many nourishing ingredients.
Jiang Yao preferred fish soup, but Muyun, afraid that her constitution was weak, had specially ordered nourishing dishes to build up her strength before she left.
The young lady thought of her and worried about her, her watery eyes always fixed on her. It really made her heart melt.
Jiang Yao couldn’t resist. She entrusted these guys—whose mouths would be soft after eating her food9—to ask Wen Yueyu for half a day’s leave for her. She wanted to go home to be with her wife.
This time, it was her who wanted to go back, but Song Muyun hesitated. “You’re about to go to the battlefield. You should practice more with them, to avoid danger on the battlefield.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? I learned everything they had to teach a few days ago. Now it’s just repeated practice. I’ve already memorized it all, so I don’t need to review it again. Besides, I haven’t packed my things yet. Come on, let’s go back and you can help me pack.”
Only after she said this did Song Muyun relax a little. She nodded with a smile, leaning obediently against Jiang Yao.
The maidservants in Hengwu Courtyard were all in a chaotic flurry helping to pack. Jiang Yao was pulled into the inner room, where the other person stealthily took out a bright red garment.
She raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”
“Clothes, to be worn underneath. I made them myself!”
She emphasized.
“Wow, so my Yun’er made this by hand! This is really well-made. I’ve never seen clothes with such fine and dense stitching!”
She praised her just as Muyun wanted, and sure enough, she coaxed a beaming smile out of her.
“Then try it on and see how it is.”
Jiang Yao was surprised. “Try it on now? I can just take it with me to wear.”
“Oh, no, you can’t. There’s something inside. Try it on first, I want to see if the position is right.”
…
She had a bad feeling about this.
“Something inside?”
Jiang Yao asked with difficulty.
Song Muyun nodded affirmatively. “Mhm, hurry up and try it on.”
She stuffed the clothes into Jiang Yao’s arms and then looked at her with great anticipation.
Jiang Yao’s fingers were a bit stiff as she pinched a corner of the garment. Lifting it, she felt the weight was off. Something really had been put inside.
“Hurry, hurry, try it on.”
Before she could figure out what was inside, Song Muyun urged her on repeatedly.
Jiang Yao could only comply, starting to take off her clothes and put on the new ones.
It was only when her hand touched the middle that she realized—hey, my wife embroidered iron plates into this? And more than one, too. No wonder this area felt extra thick and a bit uncomfortable.
Seeing she had put it on, Song Muyun reached out to feel it. She first touched Jiang Yao’s chest, then her stomach. Both places had iron plates sewn in. Confirming that the vulnerable areas were all covered, the corners of the young lady’s lips turned up in pleasure.
She said, “I embroidered them in the right places. That’s good, that’s good.”
Jiang Yao: …
“Wait, why did you embroider this thing in here?”
She expressed her confusion. In her memory, no one had ever done this before.
Muyun’s beautiful fingertips gently tapped Jiang Yao’s chest, her gaze tender. “I’ve been studying books on warfare these past few days, and I read about a battle where the Great General Meng Zhan was pierced through the chest by an enemy arrow. Everyone thought he was going to die, but he had a token on his chest that blocked the ferocious arrow, saving Meng Zhan’s life. So I thought, maybe I could embroider an iron plate into your chest and stomach? What if there’s an accident? At least you won’t die, right?”
Muyun’s eyes were clear and bright, filled with nothing but pure worry.
“Then aren’t you afraid it’ll be too heavy and affect me?”
Jiang Yao asked with a smile, though her heart was actually overflowing with emotion. It took time to make a piece of clothing; there was no way she could have finished it in the short time between yesterday and today. This meant that she had been making it while they weren’t speaking to each other.
A warm current flowed through Jiang Yao’s heart. She seemed to have become a little more vulnerable herself, her eyes gazing at Muyun with the most tender light.
But in an instant, Song Muyun took her words seriously. She tugged at her clothes to look inside, her expression urgent. “Is it very heavy? Then what should we do? It took me so long to think of this method!”
She had known for a while that Jiang Yao was going to the battlefield, but it was only now that the time was near that she became terribly afraid. Every night, when she closed her eyes, she would see Jiang Yao getting into trouble, a bloody mess.
She had no parents anymore; she absolutely could not lose Jiang Yao as well.
The young lady was so scared that her eyes filled with tears, which in turn startled Jiang Yao. She quickly came out and spun around. “Not heavy, not heavy at all. I was just joking with you. How could it be heavy? It’s very light. I can’t feel it at all. I’m strong, you know that.”
She coaxed, and the young lady sniffled. “Really? Don’t lie to me. If it might hinder your movements, then don’t wear it.”
She was afraid that Jiang Yao found it heavy but would insist on wearing it for her sake. The battlefield changed in an instant;10 there was no room for even the slightest carelessness. This was something she had learned from reading books on warfare these past few days, which was why she was so scared.
“It’s really not heavy. I’m not lying to you this time. I’m a puppy if I’m lying.”
She had practiced martial arts since she was young. A few iron plates were nothing. She could feel the clothes were heavier, but that was just the sensitivity of a martial artist. This little bit of weight wouldn’t affect her.
Song Muyun still didn’t believe her and insisted that Jiang Yao take her sword and perform a routine outside. Only after confirming that she moved as freely and gracefully as ever did her heart slowly settle. A hint of joy returned to her face. She ran over and hugged the sweaty Jiang Yao, nuzzling her sweaty neck again and again. She wasn’t afraid of getting dirty; they could just bathe together later.
The girl’s features were soft and gentle, with a vitality she didn’t have before. She leaned close to Jiang Yao and said, “I made you another set. There are two, so you can change between them.”
“You made two sets? My wife is amazing. So skilled with her hands and so clever.”
As Jiang Yao spoke, she tilted her neck to kiss Song Muyun, a solid kiss that wiped away all her lip rouge.
The girl’s lips were a tender pink, utterly lovely.
The second set of clothes was also taken out by Song Muyun. The first set was pink, the second was white. Both were undergarments, so they wouldn’t attract attention. No one would ever guess there were two iron plates hidden inside.
Normally, Song Muyun would never allow Jiang Yao to kiss her like this outside. But now, with the two of them about to part, how could she care about such things?
Seeing this, the maidservants all tactfully hid inside the house. Jiang Yao, with one arm around Song Muyun’s waist, kissed her all the way from the middle of the courtyard to the large camphor tree on the side. Muyun was pressed against the rough bark, her lips captured, sucked, and nibbled.
In the end, both of them grew dissatisfied. Jiang Yao scooped Muyun up and walked into the house. The maidservants who had been hiding inside, not daring to look out, were all sent to boil water. They let down the bed curtains and played wantonly for a while.
She was so overwhelmed that, besides clinging to Jiang Yao, she was probably aware of nothing else.
It wasn’t until a maidservant stood outside the curtains and said the water was ready, and was then told by Jiang Yao not to come in again, that Muyun dared to let out a soft, seductive sound when she heard the door close.
Jiang Yao teased her until she had her fill. Seeing her watery eyes, she was finally satisfied. She leaned down and lifted the person who felt as soft as if she had no bones, carrying her to be washed.
She was very patient, helping her clean up bit by bit, then carrying her out to lie on the bed together.
As soon as they lay down, Jiang Yao let out a loud sigh. “Tired, so tired.”
Song Muyun immediately turned her head and glared at her. “What are you tired for? The one who’s tired is clearly me.”
Jiang Yao shot her a sidelong glance and said languidly, “My hand is sore too.”
Hand is sore? Hand… what kind of tired is a sore hand? She was the one who insisted on doing it so many times.
Song Muyun lowered her head, her face red. She was the one who had been bullied, her back and legs were the ones that were sore.
“You’re always bullying me.”
The young lady’s voice was shy as she spoke, snuggling closer to Jiang Yao.
The two of them embraced. Jiang Yao lowered her head and caught a piece of soft flesh, grinding it gently with her teeth.
A sunset blush floated onto Song Muyun’s fair cheeks, and she lightly pounded Jiang Yao’s chest. “What are you doing? They’re going to laugh at us again.”
One day, while strolling around the residence, she overheard the maidservants of Hengwu Courtyard gossiping. They said that the quilts and bedsheets they changed were always a wet mess, and sometimes they had to be changed several times a day. It was a testament to how much Jiang Yao doted on her. It was so embarrassing.
The author has something to say:
Just make do with this, I’m tired QAQ
Footnotes
- 归德将军 (Guīdé Jiāngjūn): General Guide, literally “Returning Virtue General.” A military title held by Wen Yueyu.
- 勾肩搭背 (gōu jiān dā bèi): An idiom describing a very close, chummy physical camaraderie, like putting an arm around a friend’s shoulders.
- 嫂子 (sǎozi): Sister-in-law, specifically an older brother’s wife. Here, Jiang Yao’s friends use it to address Song Muyun, good-naturedly acknowledging her as the “wife” of their comrade-in-arms.
- 明月锦 (míngyuè jǐn): Bright Moon Brocade. A fictional name for a type of luxurious and extremely expensive fabric, said to be worth a thousand gold pieces.
- 一个被窝睡不出两种人 (yī ge bèiwō shuì bù chū liǎng zhǒng rén): A saying that literally means “two different kinds of people can’t come from the same bed quilt.” It implies that a couple who share a bed will naturally become alike in thought and behavior, making them biased toward each other.
- An exaggerated expression meaning she’s extremely strong and could knock them very far away.
- 樱桃肉 (yīngtáo ròu): A braised pork dish, often cut into small cubes and cooked in a sweet and sour glaze that gives it a red color, resembling cherries.
- 神仙鸭子汤 (shénxiān yāzi tāng): Immortal Duck Soup. A rich, nourishing soup made with a whole duck, often slow-cooked with various medicinal herbs and prized for its restorative properties.
- 吃人嘴软 (chī rén zuǐ ruǎn): A saying that literally means “after eating someone’s food, your mouth becomes soft.” It implies that one is less inclined to criticize or refuse someone after accepting their hospitality.
- 瞬息万变 (shùnxī wàn biàn): An idiom literally meaning “ten thousand changes in a blink of an eye.” It describes a situation that is extremely volatile and changes rapidly.
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