In my previous life, I fell for this trick, thinking only of my nephew and buying formula for him. I never expected to become the scapegoat for the whole family, and everyone wished for my death. After I died, they wouldn't even let me rest in peace.
This time, I wouldn't fall for it.
"Paisley, my Mom is right. The blood from a ten-year-old rooster is nutritious. It's not something ordinary people can easily get.
"My nephew is already so smart. Eating the chicken blood will certainly ensure he becomes a genius. Just wait and enjoy the blessings."
Paisley usually lacked opinions. Hearing me support my mother, she instantly felt there was some truth to it.
My mother beamed with delight as she watched my nephew finish the bowl of raw chicken blood, his mouth smeared with blood, letting out a satisfied burp. The scene was quite bizarre. Yet, my mother's smile grew even brighter, as if in the next moment, my nephew would turn into a genius.
Having pus and raw chicken blood every day, my nephew grew quickly under the careful attention of my mother and Paisley.