The guesthouse is a two-story building, and Qin Hua had already booked a separate room for her in advance.
After handing the certificate to the comrade on duty in the office for registration, Lin Wanchun led Xiao Miaomiao upstairs.
There was a staircase on each side of the room. Her room was 207, and Lin Wanchun went to the right.
The whole guesthouse is actually quite spacious and bright. The stair handrails are made of cement, with a layer of green paint on the top and white lime underneath.
The walls are all painted with lime.
Go up the stairs and turn right. The third room is theirs.
The conditions in the guesthouse were not as good as those in later hotels. It only had a one-meter-wide bed, a washbasin stand, a bedside cabinet and a clothes hanger.
Apart from this, there is nothing else.
Shower rooms and toilets are shared.
But the good thing is that it is divided into men's and women's rooms, with the men's toilet and shower on the left and the women's toilet and shower on the right.
As soon as they entered room 207, Lin Wanchun took out her clothes and toiletries, then picked up the bucket she had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative, and then took Miaomiao to the shower room.
After sitting in the car for two days and one night, Lin Wanchun only wiped her body last night and did not take a shower. She felt sticky all over and felt very uncomfortable.
Because they were bathing with the door closed, Lin Wanchun took out a soap with a very light scent and a children's soap from her private room and used them to wash Miaomiao's and her own hair.
Her body was too dirty, so Lin Wanxun had to draw water twice before she could wash herself.
Miaomiao did not perfunctorily give her a thorough and clean bath.
Even though the soap smells light, it can stimulate your own body odor when you wash it on your body, and the more you smell it, the more fragrant it becomes.
Soap is already available in the space, and it also comes with recipes and ingredients.
Lin Wanxun liked to use this kind of soap in her previous life. After using it, she would make some for herself and keep it.
Xiao Miao Miao's soap is also specially made and smells lightly of milk.
After the two of them took a bath, Lin Wanchun let Miaomiao play by herself, rubbed the clothes casually, and then hung them in a special place for drying clothes.
After doing all this, it was already noon.
Lin Wanxun had a good rest last night and didn't feel tired, so she planned to take Xiao Miaomiao to the department store for a stroll.
Xiao Miaomiao's hair had grown to her ears, so she used two rubber bands to tie it into two buns, and then tied a hand-sewn bow on each bun.
The little guy touched his two corners and smiled happily!
After tying their hair, the mother and daughter locked the door and went out.
Miaomiao is only a little over one year old. Even if she doesn't go far away, she is still curious about everything.
Holding her mother's hand, she jumped up and down, looking very happy.
Lin Wanchun would look down at her from time to time, her love in her heart unspeakable.
But when she thought of what Qin Yan had just said, she became angry again.
What do you mean you don't want to be a burden to her? Is it heroic for you to do this?
Have you ever thought about what Miaomiao would do if you really left her?
Just thinking about it, she suddenly lost her temper.
She has space, spiritual spring water, and medicine, and she can definitely save her leg.
But from a 놇놛놅 perspective, the only hope is waiting for amputation.
How can a man of such a strong character say that he doesn't want to be a burden to her?
How sad is your heart?
As she thought about it, Lin Wanchun changed direction again and walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative.
She had asked her master in the morning, and she knew that sometimes villagers would catch old hens that could no longer lay eggs and sell them at the supply and marketing cooperative.
She had just gone to buy a bucket but had come up empty-handed, so now she wanted to try her luck again.
Xiao Miaomiao didn't know why her mother changed direction, but she followed her wherever she went, looking like she was just following her mother happily.
Whether it is a hospital, a guesthouse, a department store, or a supply and marketing cooperative, they are all on the same street.
As she approached the supply and marketing cooperative, she saw the salesperson waving at her from a distance.
"Comrade, weren't you a chicken just now? A fellow villager just caught one and brought it here. See if it's suitable."
Hearing this, Lin Wanxun's eyes suddenly lit up, and she picked up Xiao Miaomiao and walked to the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative.
The salesperson was very skillful and picked up the hen by its feet.
"Although this hen doesn't lay eggs, it's actually quite fat. I just weighed it and it's 3.2 jin. Do you think it's good? If you think it's good, I'll give you 1 yuan, but no bills."
Old hens are very nutritious, and the price is not the same as meat, not to mention that you don’t need a ticket.
Although this amount of money may be a bit expensive for others, it is nothing to Lin Wanchun.
"Okay, I'm here. Comrade, please help me tie it up."
Lin Wanchun said straightforwardly.
The salesperson was very happy to see her so angry. He tied up the chicken in no time and quietly told her a little news that no one else knew.
Lin Wanxun was filled with gratitude, and took out three pieces of sesame candy from her bag and handed them to her. The sesame candy was wrapped in an oil paper bag.
"I made this snack myself. Comrade, you can take it home and let your children taste it."
She didn't expect that she would be given sesame candy just because she casually revealed some information. The salesperson's eyes were narrowed into slits with a smile.
In the end, he even sold the defective parts he had left to Lin Wanchun at the purchase price.
In this way, Lin Wanchun, who originally only bought a chicken, still had a few extra pieces in her hands when she left!
Fortunately, her backpack was big enough, so she put the neatly stacked chickens directly into the bag and walked to the hospital with the chickens in her hand.
Chef Wang Lai was delighted to see her buy a chicken so successfully and praised her for her good luck.
"Sometimes I don't see one for ten to half a month."
After all, hens are precious things. The eggs they lay not only nourish the body but also can be exchanged for money.
Most people are not willing to exchange this thing for money easily.
If they don't lay eggs, people will just grit their teeth and kill them during the Chinese New Year and other festivals to feed the family, and rarely sell them.
However, there are so many people in a market, and there are always some who are having a hard time, and they will sell everything they can to make money.
There is no way, life must go on.
In this era, almost all women are willing to kill chickens, and Lin Wanchun is no exception.
She killed the chicken and cut it into pieces deftly, and then used a clay pot in the kitchen to make soup.
It just so happened that the canteen no longer needed the kitchen, so Lin Wanchun was not worried about delaying others.
In addition, she was sweet-talking and familiar with the others in the morning, so they were willing to give her convenience.
Lin Wanchun didn't plan to add anything else to the chicken soup, just cook a clear soup.
But no matter how light the soup is, it is still chicken soup. The overbearing aroma wafting out of the kitchen makes people drool when they smell it.
After simmering for a while, the chicken soup is finally ready.
Lin Wanchun borrowed a soup thermos from Wang Laixi and put most of the chicken and soup into the thermos. The remaining amount, about one piece and a few sips of soup per person, was left for the people in the kitchen.
She knows the principle of giving more than one is grateful, and she won't give too much, nor will she give all the time.
She didn't leave any food for us in the morning.
After putting the lid on, Lin Wanchun carried the thermos bucket in one hand and Xiao Miaomiao in the other, and returned to the hospital building again.
In the ward, Qin Yan still maintained the same posture as when Lin Wanchun left, without even moving.
But the blood under his palm had already turned brown.
Qin Hua was called out by the nurse, and the whole room was silent.
Suddenly, a childish voice came from the corridor.
"Ba~ba!"
Qin Yan opened his eyes and looked towards the door with disbelief.
The next second, I saw two figures, one big and one small, appear at the door.
"I'll make you some soup, you must drink it well later."
The woman raised the thermos in her hand with a gentle and tolerant smile on her face.
Her heart was pounding like crazy, as if it was breaking down, and Qin Yan looked at her intently.
It wasn't until she walked in front of him that he was sure it was true.
"good."
놛 responded, his voice a little hoarse and difficult to understand.