Hearing the voice, Ape walked over and asked in surprise: "Why didn't you go back to sleep?"
"I can't sleep because I'm afraid that my grandson will be hungry and want to eat."
"Then you can't stand on the porch blowing the wind. I don't even know you are there."
Aunt Zhu turned around and said, "I'm not cold, and I'm not sleepy. I'm older and I don't sleep much."
Ape went into the house and said, "Nanny Zhu went to serve porridge, but she didn't sleep. She kept guarding on the porch, blowing until her face turned purple."
Leng Xiao felt sorry for Nanny Zhu, but she still wanted to talk about her later.
Aunt Zhu quickly came in with minced meat porridge. When she started to move, she felt the coldness subsided, but her nose turned red. "Eat quickly, eat quickly."
"I'll do it." Ape brought the porridge over, "Go back to bed quickly."
"I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy." Grandma Zhu waved her hand.
Leng Xiao stood up and held Nanny Zhu's wrist, "Let's go, I'll take you back to your room to sleep."
"Princess, I'm not sleepy, I'm really not sleepy. Please let me stay here, otherwise I won't feel at ease." Aunt Zhu struggled hard and said.
Leng Xiao didn't let go of her, and pulled her out without any explanation, saying: "Mother Zhu, the resistance of the little turtle egg is very poor, that is to say, if you catch a cold or cough and feel uncomfortable, you can't accompany her. By his side, if you want to take care of him, you have to make sure you are in good health, understand?”
"Old slave... sneeze," a gust of cold wind blew, and Nanny Zhu sneezed twice in a row, and immediately stopped talking. She couldn't be sick, and followed Leng Xiao back obediently.
Leng Xiao insisted on waiting until she lay down before leaving, so Nanny Zhu had no choice but to lie on the bed.
Leng Xiao covered her with the quilt and didn't leave. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Nanny Zhu, "Nanny, thank you for always helping me take care of the little turtle eggs."
Aunt Zhu was startled for a moment, her eyes turned red, "Why did the princess say these words? That's what an old slave should do."
"Nothing is what you should do." Leng Xiao saw that tears were about to burst out of her eyes, so she stopped talking. She was not good at sensationalizing, "Go to sleep, I will go back and watch over you."
"Okay," Nanny Zhu waited for her to turn around, but suddenly thought of something, "Princess, are Wenzhu and Wenlan really still alive?"
"Alive." Leng Xiao said.
"That's good." Aunt Zhu sighed. Although Wenzhu and Wenlan once worked for the prime minister, they were unable to help themselves and they were all poor people.
Leng Xiao closed the door and planned to take Asparagus Asparagus and Wenlan back. In the past three years, the two of them have been following her and they also know some pharmacology, so it is more suitable.
Anyway, Ayi also said that he would find more people to serve him. It would be better to find them than outsiders.
The little turtle egg became more energetic after eating the porridge and did not want to sleep. This feverish child always seems particularly lively after the fever subsides.
"It would be great if Dr. Leng were here. The stories Dr. Leng tells are nice." The little turtle egg was lying on the bed, his legs pushing up against the quilt.
"Want to hear a story? I'll tell you." Leng Xiao smiled, sat on the bed and looked at her, "Would you like to hear the story of the mermaid?"
The little turtle's eyes widened, "Mom, do you know the story of the mermaid?"
"Yeah, I know, this story is very popular."
Nangong Yitian listened and smiled slightly. He had also heard the story of the mermaid.
"I've heard the story of the mermaid many times, and I want to hear something else."
Leng Xiao sat on the bed, holding the little turtle egg in her arms, "Okay then, can I tell you a story about Calabash Baby?"
"Calabash baby?" Little Turtle Egg nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I want to hear it. After I hear it, I will tell it to my brother."
So, Leng Xiao held the little turtle egg, Nangong Yitian sat by the bed, and Ape stood at the door, listening to Leng Xiao tell a story about a story about seven melons on a vine that all formed into a gourd baby.
