"I'd better let me go. You're so tired after working all day in the store. And then you have to stay up all night and go back to the store tomorrow. How can your body handle it?"
"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Mrs. Ye insisted, "But you have to drive the car to take everyone back to the village tomorrow, so you must get enough rest!"
Boss Ye tried to persuade Mrs. Ye for a long time but couldn't get over it, so he had to do as she said.
Before they parted, Qingtian said to Sister Ye, "Mom, tell my great-grandfather that I miss him.
"It's not that I don't want to see him, it's that you won't let me go.
"Please make great-grandfather get better soon. I can go see him when he gets better."
Qingtian's words made both the couple laugh.
Boss Ye put her on his shoulders and said, "Hold on tight, Dad will take you back to bed."
Mrs. Ye went straight to Mr. Cen's room.
Although Mr. Cen said last night not to let Qingtian come over, he was afraid that the disease would spread.
But when he saw Mrs. Ye come in, his eyes immediately bypassed her and looked behind her.
When the old man didn’t see Qingtian coming over, his eyes darkened noticeably.
Mrs. Ye quickly explained, "Qingtian has been making a fuss about wanting to see you, but she sneezed several times during the day.
“The child is weak and is still taking medicine.
"I'm afraid she's really sick, and then I won't be able to handle the two of you."
When he heard that Qingtian started sneezing during the day, Mr. Cen suddenly didn't want her to come over.
"You did the right thing. Don't let the kids come over for the next few days. Wait until I get better."
“I told her not to come before, but she’s not happy about it.
"She said her great-grandfather was sick, and she had to come and keep him company, otherwise it would be too pitiful.
“Her father and I had to talk her into it before she agreed.
"She was still crying when her father took her back to sleep. It's not that she didn't want to see you, it's her father and I who didn't let her come!"
Hearing what Mrs. Ye said, Mr. Cen could almost imagine the scene in his mind, and he smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.
"Sunny is such a good kid. It's worth loving her."
Mrs. Ye chatted with the old man for a while. Seeing that he was in good spirits, she knew that nothing serious should happen.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else today?" Mrs. Ye asked as she reached out and touched Mr. Cen's forehead. Noting that it wasn't hot, she felt even more relieved.
Generally speaking, fever is most likely to recur at night.
Many people take medicine and their fever seems to go away during the day, but it suddenly comes back at night.
"It seems that Doctor Qiao's medicine is really effective. I was worried that you would have a fever again at night!"
"Although Old Qiao has a bit of an odd temper, he's quite skilled in medicine."
"What did you eat today?" Mrs. Ye asked, holding out a porcelain pot. "Is there still a fire in the kitchen? I'll go warm this up.
“When I had nothing to do in the store during the day, I made some black-bone chicken soup.
"Just tell me when you're hungry or want something to drink."
Hearing this, Mr. Cen felt very warm in his heart, but he still said, "You kid, you are so busy in the store and still think about me.
"Will I still be short of food at home?"
"Whether the family needs it or not, it's still family money. This is my filial piety to you. I've been working up a whole afternoon!
"I went to the clinic specifically to ask, and I learned that fever is very energy-consuming, so I need to replenish my energy.
"And I was afraid it would conflict with the medicine Dr. Qiao prescribed, so I didn't dare add any herbs, but it turned out delicious when stewed."
Mr. Cen had already eaten dinner, but after hearing what Mrs. Ye said, he suddenly felt hungry for some reason.
"Give me a bowl to try."
When Mrs. Ye heard that he wanted to try it, she said happily, "We just took it out of the casserole before we went home. It's just hot enough now. I'll give you a bowl."
She went out to get a bowl and a spoon, carefully skimmed off the oil on the soup, and served a bowl of soup to Mr. Cen.
After cooking the chicken soup for an entire afternoon, all the delicious flavor has been absorbed into the soup.
The perfect warmth makes you feel warm from mouth to heart when you drink it.
Mr. Cen drank a few sips of the soup, and for some reason, he suddenly burst into tears.
"What's wrong? Is it not tasty? Or is it too hot?" Mrs. Ye was startled by him and hurriedly tried to take the bowl from him.
Mr. Cen tilted his head back and drank the soup in the bowl.
"How could this man, even at his age, become so inexplicably sentimental?" Elder Cen said self-deprecatingly, wiping his face. "I can't remember how many years it's been since I last felt this way. It's so nice to have family by your side when you're sick!"
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