Mu family.
Muzichuan sat aside and watched his mother eat the bowl of food she brought, feeling secretly happy.
Ever since the first doctor came to diagnose my mother, my mother has never eaten so much food.
I am depressed every day. Sometimes I only eat a few snacks throughout the day and don't touch other delicacies.
Especially on this trip back from the capital, he sometimes drank a few sips of water throughout the day, which really made him anxious.
Fortunately, Qing'er's meal made her full.
If my mother can eat so much every day from now on, can a miracle really happen?
With such expectation, Mu Zichuan secretly clenched his fists with his hands on his legs, looked at the woman in front of him expectantly, and asked softly: "Mom, are you full?"
Zichuan Niang burped and handed the empty bowl to Mu Zichuan: "I don't know why, but when I returned to Changping Village and ate the authentic hometown food, my appetite increased. ”
"Zichuan, my mother hasn't eaten so much in a while, and she feels a lot better!"
Hearing what his mother said, Mu Zichuan smiled gently, put the empty bowl aside, and gently held the woman's skinny arms with both hands: "As long as mother likes to eat, my son promises to let her eat every day. "
The woman also smiled and gave Mu Zichuan an angry look: "What's the use of your promise? You are a man and you can't even cook. These meals were cooked by Qing'er. Qing'er's craftsmanship is really good. This The food is so delicious!”
Muzichuan enjoyed his mother's angry look, as if he was a child again, as if his mother had not suffered from this disease...
"Mom, although I don't know how to have a fever, I promise that there will be a way for my mother to eat delicious food. As long as my mother eats well every day, her body bones will be strong. With strength, the disease will naturally be slowed down. It's better to go slowly," he said.
The woman looked at Mu Zichuan, who was as persistent as a child, with complicated eyes, her eyes red.
She raised her hand and gently stroked Mu Zichuan's back, while Mu Zichuan lay his entire upper body on the bed, greedily enjoying the family happiness.
Until the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open came from the courtyard outside, and then there were footsteps coming towards the main room.
"It seems like someone is coming. Go and see who it is. It may be Qing'er." The woman said.
Generally, when visiting patients for the first time, they will choose to visit them in the morning.
So it shouldn't be anyone else in the village, the woman said.
Mu Zichuan raised his head and said, "Okay, I'll go take a look. Mom, please lie down and rest first."
He stood up, straightened his clothes and came to the door of the main room.
Sure enough, it was Yang Ruoqing, and behind Yang Ruoqing was Luo Fengtang.
In Luo Fengtang's arms were two quilts tied with ropes.
Seeing Mu Zichuan coming out, Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up as she walked in front, and she quickly waved to Mu Zichuan: "Zichuan, come and take this quilt over, and then change the quilts on your bed and your godmother's. "
Mu Zichuan took a look at the dry and clean bedding and said, "Qing'er, why did you send the bedding? I have it at home!"
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "The bedding on your bed has not seen sunlight for a long time and has not been washed with water. It needs to be changed."
"What about that? Is my godmother awake?" she asked again.
Mu Zichuan said: "When you wake up, she ate all the food I brought here and even praised your cooking skills."
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was happy.
"As long as my godmother likes to eat it, I will cook it for her every day," she said.
Mu Zichuan smiled gratefully and reached out to take the quilt brought by Luo Fengtang, but Luo Fengtang avoided it.
"Zichuan, go ahead and tidy up the quilts on your and your godmother's bed," he said.
Yang Ruoqing also nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, Zichuan, help your godmother to sit on the rocking chair for a while, and I will make the bed."
Several people entered the room together. Luo Fengtang followed Yang Ruoqing's instructions and placed the two quilts he had brought with him on the stools nearby.
Then he said goodbye to Muzichuan. He will return to the military camp tomorrow and will go back to prepare some things this afternoon.
Zichuan Niang did not lie down, but had already got down to the ground holding the table in front of the bed.
"Godmother, let me help you." Yang Ruoqing stepped forward and held Zichuan's arm.
Zichuan Niangniu complained and glanced at Yang Ruoqing and said, "I heard your conversation at the door. Qing'er, you are so thoughtful that you even sent us quilts specially."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "It's a small effort, and it deserves it!"
After helping Zichuan Niang to the rocking chair next to her, Mu Zichuan came to the bed and prepared to tidy up the bedding on the bed.
But his hands, which were used to holding brushes, were clumsy at folding quilts, let alone making the bed.
So, this is a mess...
Not only Zichuan Niang, but also Yang Ruoqing couldn't stand it anymore.
"Zichuan, you can do other things. Let me do these tasks." Yang Ruoqing walked over and rolled up her sleeves.
Mu Zichuan said: "I can do it."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Let's do this. You can do it by yourself in your room later, and I'll take care of the godmother, okay?"
Mu Zichuan thought about it, it made sense, and he could just learn from it.
So, he stepped aside and watched Yang Ruoqing make the bed.
Seeing her hands waving as if dancing, there was no clue under his hands. The sheets, quilt covers and rolled up cotton wool were so docile and ironing under her hands, Mu Zichuan Surprised.
Before she could see clearly, she had tidied up the bedding. The bed was clean and tidy, exuding the faint fragrance of sweet potato.
Moreover, this sheet has almost no wrinkles.
Shaking off the quilt, and then opening a corner of it where he fell asleep, Mu Zichuan suddenly had the idea of lying down and having a comfortable sleep, and then rolling around.
Here, Yang Ruoqing has returned to the rocking chair and helped Zichuan Niang up again.
"Godmother, come and lie down on the bed and take a nap," she said.
Zichuan Niang nodded happily and was supported by Yang Ruoqing. When she passed by Mu Zichuan, Zichuan Niang paused at her feet.
He joked to Yang Ruoqing: "Look at Zichuan's dumb look, you probably still don't understand."
Yang Ruoqing also glanced at Mu Zichuan, pursed her lips and smiled.
"Men are all the same. My Tangyazi didn't even know how to wash socks, not to mention folding quilts. Those socks were smelly, hard, and scary!" she said.
Zichuan Niang also smiled.
She looked at Mu Zichuan, who was blushing beside her, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "So, there are differences between men and women. Men take charge outside, and women take charge inside. Only when men and women work together can they work together without getting tired, and a family can have a good atmosphere. "
"You and Tang Yazi become a couple, and your life will be lively and prosperous."
"If my son, Zichuan, can have a woman by his side to talk to and support each other, then I will really feel relieved and I can die in peace!"
