At first, Su Qingluan just felt very tired, her eyelids were very heavy, and she wanted to just sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt a little cold, so she pulled the quilt next to her over her body. But even so, the feeling of cold air drilling into the bones did not subside at all, and Su Qingluan still felt very cold.
Although it was already autumn, it wasn't yet deep autumn, the transition period between autumn and winter. Furthermore, since the Su family's overall economic situation had improved, those useless reed fluff jackets and quilts, which only served to fool the family through the winter, had long been replaced with fine cotton interlinings.
The quilt that Su Qingluan was covering herself with was the one that Yang had found a cotton-fluffing shop in the town to make for her a few days ago when Su Qingluan was sleeping on the floor in the town.
The texture of this cotton is very fluffy. Not only can it be used as a covering in autumn, it can even keep you warm in winter. There is absolutely no possibility of it being drafty.
It was not until this time that Su Qingluan realized that her fever must have caused a temperature imbalance, which was why she felt a draft coming from all sides.
Sure enough, when she called out "Aniang," her voice was comparable to a crow's. To call her a crow was a bit of a compliment—after all, crows can still make sounds. But she was like a mime, opening and closing her mouth, but no sound came out. It felt like every exhale was like she was spewing fire.
After chattering for a long time like a fish jumping on the shore, Su Qingluan finally gave up the difficult action of "speaking" and decided to rely on herself to get out of bed and go outside to see if dinner was ready. Seeing that it was getting late outside the window, Su Qingluan guessed that Yang had almost finished preparing dinner.
Su Qingluan felt that although she was a child on the outside, she was an adult on the inside and did not need to cry and need her parents to take care of her like a real child.
What's more, this time she was not like the last time she had just traveled through time, and she basically had no memory of being sick.
But it was obvious that she had overestimated her physical condition. When she struggled to support 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 action, and she was sweating all over!
At this moment, Yang opened the curtain at the door and came in. Seeing Su Qingluan propping herself up, she said with some surprise, "Ah, Daya, you're finally awake. It's getting late today, so I'll go to the town to ask a doctor to see you tomorrow. It's only been a few months since you recovered from your last illness. How did you get sick again?"
As she spoke, Yang was about to reach out and touch Su Qingluan's forehead, but Su Qingluan dodged her hand: "Mother, I must be too tired. I suddenly relaxed and the illness came back. But you don't need to worry too much. I don't think it's as serious as last time - you see, I'm not unconscious like that time."
"Do you think you're going to get so drunk you'll forget everything?" Yang rolled her eyes at Su Qingluan, then sighed and said softly, "I figured you didn't have much of an appetite, so I prepared some porridge and some side dishes for you. Please eat at least a little."
Su Qingluan deliberately sounded pitiful: "There's no meat at all?"
"You little glutton, I know you like strong flavors. When cooking porridge, I'll cut a piece of salted pork and put it in the porridge, and add some freshly picked lotus root and cut it into cubes. How about you try it?" Yang reached out and touched Su Qingluan's nose teasingly.
"Mom, please don't get so close to me." Su Qingluan dodged Yang's fingertips. "Don't get too sick, or our family will be too busy."
Having said this, she hid inside again out of concern, and turned her face to face the window, not breathing towards Yang.
Yang was both moved and amused by her subconscious action, and said helplessly: "How can it be so easy to get rid of the disease?"
Su Qingluan shook her head. "It's the season change now, and the temperature fluctuates significantly. It's still easy to catch a cold, so you must be careful. Mother, please go out quickly. I'll bring the dishes to the door later. But I might have to eat until I recover from my illness in the next few days."
"Don't you need 'clothes provided for you'?"
"Then there's no need for that." It was too shameful for someone to put clothes on her when she was older. Su Qingluan just thought about the scene casually and felt that it was too beautiful to look at directly.
"But you must have sweated a lot. I'll get you a set of clean clothes to change into later. Mother will wash them for you."
Seeing that Su Qingluan was still hesitant and unwilling, Yang used her ultimate move: "Are you embarrassed now? The time when you were sick and unconscious, and we consulted doctors and fortune-tellers, let alone outer clothes, even your underwear, I..."
"Mother! You are really my biological mother!" Su Qingluan waved her hands so quickly that it seemed as if she was leaving an afterimage. "Please stop talking, thank you, stop talking!" If she said anything more, she would tear a crack in the ground with her bare hands and crawl in!
After finally sending Yang away, Su Qingluan placed the pillow in front of the wall behind her, leaned on it, and placed the tray on her knees.
Yang only brought a bowl of fragrant white rice porridge and a small dish of pickled vegetables. However, Su Qingluan's appetite was not good at the moment, so she was unlikely to eat anything rich. Besides, the porridge contained salted pork, which was enough to supplement her protein.
Su Qingluan carefully scooped out a spoonful of meat porridge with a spoon, blew it cool slowly, and slowly put the warm porridge into her mouth.
Although the white porridge tastes bland, the pickled bacon is rich in flavor, and the chopped lotus root adds a crispy and tender texture, making it a good appetizer.
However, Su Qingluan felt that everything she ate was a little bland, so she picked up some pickles to enhance the flavor.
But she obviously forgot that she was ill. A common cause of aphonia is inflammation and swelling of the throat.
So when Su Qingluan took a bite of pickles and found that she had poked a hornet's nest, she felt a sharp burning sensation in her throat for a moment, followed by a series of earth-shaking and violent coughing fits.
If she hadn't made a prompt decision to put the tray aside when she felt something was wrong, the remaining half bowl of meat porridge would probably have ended up in her arms and thighs.
Su Qingluan: "..." It seems that she has to recuperate well in the next few days even if she doesn't want to.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan looked at the plate of pickles with some reluctance, then continued to reach out for the meat porridge, which had a relatively bland taste.
"Oh..." Su Qingluan sighed deeply: Being sick is not the most important thing. The most painful thing for a foodie is that everything he eats has no taste.
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