Su Qingluan just felt very tired at first, her eyelids were very heavy, and she wanted to just sleep like this.
After who knows how long, she felt a little cold, so she pulled the quilt next to her over her body. But even so, the feeling of cold air being drilled into the seams of the bones has not been relieved at all. Su Qingluan still feels very cold.
Although it is already autumn, it has not yet reached the late autumn when autumn and winter transition. What's more, since the overall economic conditions of the Su family have improved, the useless reed jackets and reed quilts in the family, which can only fool themselves, have long been replaced with high-quality cotton sandwich.
The quilt that Su Qingluan was covering was a newly made quilt for her by Ms. Yang who was looking for a cotton shop in the town when Su Qingluan was making floors in the town a few days ago.
The texture of this cotton is also very fluffy. Not to mention covering it in autumn, it can be very warm even in winter. It is absolutely impossible to have this feeling of draft leakage from all sides.
It wasn't until this moment that Su Qingluan realized that it was probably the temperature imbalance caused by her fever that made her feel like there was air leaking from all sides.
Sure enough, when she opened her mouth to call "Aniang", her voice was comparable to that of a crow, and even calling her a crow was a bit flattering - after all, crows can still make sounds. And she seemed to be performing a mime, opening and closing her mouth, but unable to make any sound. She only felt like she was spitting out fire every time she exhaled.
After chatting for a long time like a fish jumping on the shore, Su Qingluan finally gave up on the difficult act of "speaking" and decided to get out of bed on her own to see if dinner was served - it was already getting late outside the window. Su Qingluan estimated that Yang had almost cooked dinner.
Su Qingluan felt that she was a child on the outside, but after all, she was an adult on the inside. She didn't need to cry and need care from her parents like a real child.
What's more, this time she is not like the last time she just traveled through time, and basically has no memory of being sick.
But it was obvious that she had overestimated her physical condition. When she struggled to hold up her upper body, Su Qingluan felt that her body was as soft as a noodle. It took her a long time to do such a simple movement. And it made me sweat profusely!
At this time, Mrs. Yang opened the curtain at the door and came in. Seeing Su Qingluan standing up, she was a little surprised and said: "Hey, Da Ya, you are finally awake. It's getting late today. We will go to town tomorrow." Please let me see the doctor here - it's only been a few months since you recovered from your last illness, why did you get sick again?"
Saying that, Yang was about to reach out to touch Su Qingluan's forehead, but Su Qingluan dodged it: "Auntie, I must be too tired now. I suddenly relaxed and my illness came to my door. But you Don’t worry too much, I don’t think it’s as serious as last time – you see, I didn’t even fall into a coma like that time.”
"Do you want to have another relationship that makes you so confused that you forget everything?" Yang rolled her eyes at Su Qingluan angrily, sighed and said softly, "I guess you don't have much appetite, so I prepared some fresh food for you. You should eat some of the porridge and side dishes."
Su Qingluan was deliberately pitiful: "There's no meat at all?"
"You little greedy cat, I know you like heavy food. When I was cooking porridge, I cut up a piece of bacon and put it in it. I also added freshly picked lotus roots and diced them. How do you like it?" Yang teased. He reached out and tapped Su Qingluan's nose.
"Mom, you'd better not be so close to me, right?" Su Qingluan avoided Yang's fingertips, "Don't get over your illness, otherwise our family will really be too busy."
Saying this, she hid inside again uneasily, and turned her face to the window, not to breathe out to Yang.
Yang was touched and amused by her subconscious action, and said helplessly: "How can it be so easy to live a sick life?"
Su Qingluan shook his head: "Now is the time of season change. The temperature has changed significantly, and it is still easy to get cold. You must be careful. Mom, please go out quickly. I will bring the dishes and bowls that I have eaten later. At the door—but before I get better these days, I may have to eat to open my mouth."
"Don't you need 'clothes to stretch out your hands'?"
"Then there's no need." The boss was not young enough to ask others to dress him. It was too much of a shame. Su Qingluan just thought about the scene casually, and felt that the scene was too beautiful for her to look directly at.
"But you should be sweating a lot. I'll bring you a set of clean clothes later and you can change into them, and I'll wash them for you."
Seeing that Su Qingluan was still reluctant, Yang launched his ultimate move: "Are you starting to feel embarrassed now? You were so sick that you fell into a coma before, and we were looking for a doctor and a goddess. Don't Speaking of outer clothes, even close-fitting clothes, grandma..."
"Aniang! You are really my mother!" Su Qingluan hurriedly shook her hands as if she was about to create an afterimage, "Stop talking, thank you, stop talking!" If she says anything else, she will tear open a strip of ground with her bare hands. Got into the seam!
After finally seeing Yang off, Su Qingluan placed the pillow in front of the wall behind her, leaned on the pillow, and placed the tray on her knees.
Mrs. Yang only brought a bowl of fragrant white rice porridge and a small plate of pickles. However, Su Qingluan has an average appetite now and is unlikely to eat any big fish or meat. Besides, the porridge contains salted pork, which is enough to supplement protein.
Su Qingluan carefully scooped out a spoonful of meat porridge with a spoon, blew it slowly to cool it, and slowly put the warm white porridge into his mouth.
Although the taste of white porridge is bland, fortunately, the flavor of marinated bacon is rich enough, and the chopped lotus root adds a crisp and tender texture, making it a good appetizer porridge.
However, Su Qingluan now felt that everything she ate tasted a bit bland, so she added a little pickles to enhance the flavor.
But obviously, she forgot that she was sick. A very common cause of the symptom of aphonia is inflammation of the throat, which is red and swollen.
So when Su Qingluan took a bite of pickles and realized that she had poked a "hornet's nest", she felt a sharp burning sensation in her throat for a moment, and then broke out into a series of earth-shaking violent coughs.
If she hadn't made the quick decision to put the tray aside when she felt something was wrong, the remaining half of the bowl of meat porridge would have ended up in her arms and thighs.
Su Qingluan: "..." It seems that in the next few days, she will have to recuperate even if she doesn't want to.
Thinking like this, Su Qingluan glanced at the plate of pickles with some reluctance, and then continued to reach out to the relatively bland meat porridge.
"Hey..." Su Qingluan let out a long sigh: Being sick is not the most important thing. What you eat is tasteless, which is the most painful thing for a foodie.
