But there are so many creatures on the mountain, how can we avoid them? Meng Zhiyu sighed, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "Brother Zhou San, that little white ball we encountered on the mountain..."
Although she didn't want to doubt that little cutie, the only one who had close physical contact with her in the mountains was the little white ball. On the mountain, she saw how hard it was following her and even carried it for a while.
She avoided other plants whenever possible. She was wearing long pants, so the plants on the ground couldn't touch her skin.
Li Tingman and Zhou's mother were both curious and asked in unison, "What little white ball?"
"It's just a small animal." Let's not call it a wolf cub.
Zhou Songbai was also unsure. "If you encounter it again, stay away from it. You don't know where it has been in the mountains or what it has encountered."
There are tens of thousands of plants and animals on the mountain, and countless of them are poisonous.
After discussing for a long time, Meng Zhiyu finally decided to go into the mountains again fully armed. However, she rejected Zhou's mother's suggestion to make clothes for her. With the invisibility shield, it would be a waste to make such clothes.
When it was almost time for lunch, Zheng Rourou came to the ward with her lunch box. After greeting Zhou's mother and Li Tingman, she saw that Meng Zhiyu looked good, and she felt relieved. "My mother came home at noon and told me about you. I wanted to come right away, but I held it back until now because I was waiting for the chicken soup."
"I'm very happy that you're here. Chicken soup is very nutritious. I drank it at noon. You can take it back and drink it yourself." Meng Zhiyu put down his hand and wove half of the Chinese character "Fu" with a red string.
Zhou Songbai bought this specially from outside because she saw that the three of them were bored. Neither she nor Tingman knew how to make it, so they learned it on the spot from Zhou's mother.
Zheng Rourou placed the lunch box on the bedside table and sat beside the bed that Li Tingman had specially left empty. "I brought it to you, so it's yours. How can I take it back?"
Then he reached out and touched the half of the big character "Fu". "You can also do this. It's very beautiful."
"I learned this from Auntie. Now I have mastered it. If you like, I will teach you."
"Come back, when you're well and fine, come to my house to play with me and then teach me." Zheng Rourou said with a smile.
At this time, the door of the ward opened again. Doctor Qi glanced around the ward and saw Meng Zhiyu and others walking in in plain clothes. "I met Aunt Zheng on the way at noon and just found out that you were in the hospital."
As he spoke, he approached the bed and placed the bag in his hand next to the lunch box. "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just bought some snacks and fruits."
"Thank you, Brother Qi." Meng Zhiyu glanced at the large bag. He thought, "It's a matter of time before I find a chance to return the favor." Then he introduced them, "This is Aunt Zhou from our team, this is Li Zhiqing, and this is Doctor Qi, Sister Rourou's brother."
The two sides greeted each other. Mother Zhou took a look at Dr. Qi in front of her and felt that his height was comparable to that of her youngest son, but he was a little more refined and paler, and had a scholarly air.
I had some acquaintance with my old man when he was young.
As several people were talking lively, the door of the ward opened again. Zhou Songbai walked in carrying two food boxes. When he saw the two strangers, he paused, then walked over with the door closed.
"This is..." Zhou Songbai glanced at the cluttered bedside table, squeezed the food box he brought on it, and looked at the man wearing glasses with a puzzled expression.
Doctor Qi stood up and introduced himself, "My last name is Qi, and I'm a doctor."
"Hello, my last name is Zhou." Zhou Songbai nodded to him lightly as a greeting.
Seeing that the two stopped talking, he introduced Zheng Rourou to him. Zhou Songbai nodded and said, "Hello."
Zheng Rourou also smiled politely, "Hello."
They talked for a while, then Zheng Rourou and Dr. Qi left together. The ward door was closed, and Meng Zhiyu and the other three had dinner.
The old lady on the hospital bed smelled the fragrance and said sourly, "Where in the county are you from? You're quite rich, right?"
The food is good, and there are two relatives who are doctors.
Mother Zhou was very sensitive and glanced at the old woman warily. "No, we are from the rural brigade. Our family is poor and we have been poor farmers for three generations."
The old lady didn't believe it and drooped her eyelids. "Hmph, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why are you lying? Although I am old, my eyes are not blurry."
Meng Zhiyu swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "My aunt didn't lie. The chickens are raised at home. If I wasn't sick, she wouldn't be willing to kill them."
The old lady looked at her doubtfully for a long time, then finally believed her. "Ah, it's not easy for anyone. Life is hard to begin with, and if someone in the family is sick, it's even harder."
Meng Zhiyu thought he had some vision in judging people, and the old lady didn't look that unpleasant. But he didn't know why she asked her daughter-in-law to kill her own laying hens?
Just as I was thinking that the ward door was open again, the old lady's daughter-in-law Cuilan walked into the ward with a middle-aged man who was holding a food box.
Looking at the dark-skinned and honest man, Meng Zhiyu guessed that this was most likely the old lady's son.
"Mom, Cuilan told me you wanted to drink chicken soup, so I killed the bigger chicken at home." The man shook the food box in front of the old lady, then opened it carefully and poured out ten thousand bowls of chicken soup.
"Mom, drink it while it's hot." The old lady refused her son's feeding and took the bowl and drank with a spoon.
After finishing a bowl of chicken soup, the old lady who was clamoring for more chicken soup stopped saying that she was full, and no matter how her son and daughter-in-law persuaded her, she would not drink another sip.
"You can drink the rest. It's hot now and it will go bad if left for too long." The old lady said as she stood up and poured a bowl of chicken soup herself and forced her son to drink it.
The man looked at his cheating mother with a helpless look on his face and could only drink in the afternoon.
"Mom, give Cuilan a bowl too."
"What are you drinking? I haven't had enough. It's been a few years, and I still don't have a grandson. I can't close my eyes even if I die. I don't have the face to see your father."
Cuilan also looked ashamed. At the beginning, her mother-in-law was very nice to her, but she gave birth to two daughters in a row. She felt sorry for her mother-in-law and husband.
"Dad, I don't like chicken soup. You and mom should drink more." Cuilan pulled the corners of her mouth and looked at her husband with a forced smile.
Liu Ming also knew what his mother was angry about. He felt guilty for not having a son.
Seeing this, Meng Zhiyu understood what the old lady was doing. In the final analysis, it was all due to the preference for boys over girls.
Zhou's mother gave birth to three sons in one go and was never bullied by her parents-in-law because of this. However, as a grandmother, she still understood the old woman's thoughts.
It was a rare kind reminder, "If you don't have a grandson, you can just find a live-in son-in-law when your daughter grows up. Besides, you only have two children, who knows if the next one will be a son."
The old lady frowned and said, "Old sister, you don't know, my daughter-in-law has not made any movement for three years since she gave birth to our second daughter."
As long as I can give birth to her, I'm not afraid. At most, I can raise a few more granddaughters, but I'm afraid that I can't give birth to her.
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