"Is that so? I was raised by my adoptive parents since I was little. I even drank my adoptive mother’s milk," Xie Yijun said directly.
Hearing this, Zhu Yanyi understood a bit more. Her grandmother had also served as a wet nurse for a time when she was young. This was different from the wet nurses of ancient times who went to live in the master’s house. A wet nurse like her grandmother’s was someone who entrusted their child to be fostered. Usually, the child would stay until they were about five years old before being taken back. Xie Yijun was in this situation. She had grown up in the Xie family from a young age and was only taken away after her fifth birthday. By then, Xie Yijun already had memories, so she was particularly filial to Xie Zhong and Qi Qiaoer. Although they were not her biological parents, they could be considered her foster parents.
Zhu Yanyi did not know Xie Yijun’s true background, but from these conversations, she knew one thing: Xie Yijun had been fostered in the Xie family when she was young, which is why she became Xie Zhong’s adopted son.
Zhu Yanyi remembered her previous life. Her eldest uncle originally had a job as a cinema doorman through her own efforts. But later, somehow, she was transferred to work at the town government. When she retired, she retired at the level of a section chief. Zhu Yanyi had been surprised then. Although the position was not high, she was still a small official. However, her eldest uncle, although good at finding connections, did not have enough education or appearance. She had originally thought that her several masters had helped, but after getting to know them, she learned that unless Xie Zhong spoke up, they would not intervene. This was out of respect for their old friend. Now it seemed that Xie Yijun probably played a role behind the scenes. It was just that after her grandfather died, Xie Yijun did not know the situation here, and her eldest uncle kept it strictly secret, so no one knew that the Xie family and Xie Yijun had such a relationship.
Xie Zhong looked at Xie Yijun with a smile. It was clear that Xie Zhong appreciated this adopted son. This was not surprising. When Xie Zhong was young, he was an idealist in art. For the development of the theater troupe, he could sell all the family’s property. Unfortunately, Xie Zhong’s talent was not inherited by his own children. Although Xie Yijun was now in the entertainment circle, he came from the theater troupe. He could be considered both Xie Zhong’s adopted son and disciple. It was no wonder Xie Zhong felt a bit relieved seeing Xie Yijun had such ability.
The fact that Xie Yijun was staying at the Xie house was not told to outsiders. Moreover, in this countryside, there were no televisions, and new movies would not come to this rural area to be screened. Therefore, not many people knew Xie Yijun, so his stay was not disturbed by anyone.
Based on Xie Yijun’s condition, Zhu Yanyi began to treat her. Xie Yijun’s wound was said to have been sustained years ago while playing a minor role. It could be considered an old injury. However, compared to Old Yun five years ago, Xie Yijun’s injury was nothing. Zhu Yanyi made her practice Tai Chi with Xie Zhong every day. As for medicine, she used medicinal diet. This was something Zhu Yanyi had researched over the years. Unless it was an emergency, she generally did not use special medicine. Moreover, the best way for herbs to work was to pair them with food. So in these years, both the Xie family and the Zhu family had eaten a lot of the medicinal diets she made.
"The medicinal taste of this diet is so faint. I can hardly feel any medicinal taste at all," Xie Yijun said with a look of surprise after eating the medicinal diet for the first time. "When I was in Shanghai, there was a medicinal diet shop there. I went there to nourish my body, but I didn’t see any effect, and my mouth was full of medicinal taste. Now, after eating Ani’s medicinal diet, I know what real medicinal diet is."