Chapter 110 Good Deeds Bring Good Fortune
Persimmons are cold in nature and eating too much can cause abdominal pain. They are especially not suitable for people who are not in good health.
At first Ji Zheng didn't know. Thinking that Ji Hean liked to eat, he let him do it. But who would have thought that he had no restraint at all and ate seven or eight in one day.
That night, she had abdominal pain and cried loudly in Ji Zheng's arms. Ji Zheng was scared and thought that Ji He'an had acute appendicitis. After all, in ancient times, 80% of people who got this disease would not survive.
After calling a doctor overnight, the doctor found that the patient had a cold abdomen. Ji Zheng felt relieved and broke out in a cold sweat.
After his tense nerves relaxed, doubts arose in his heart: Ji Hean wore warm clothes every day and rarely went out, so how could he catch a cold?
Later, after asking the doctor, it was learned that Ji Hean had eaten eight persimmons in one day.
At that time, the doctor frowned and began to scold them, saying that persimmons are cold in nature and Ji Hean is in poor health, so eating eight persimmons a day is not a good idea, even eating one per day is not good.
From then on, Ji Zheng stipulated that Ji Hean could only eat one persimmon every seven days.
This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Ji and An, who loved eating persimmons.
After that, no matter how he acted coquettishly and cutely, Ji Zheng strictly abided by the rules and remained unmoved.
Later, Ji and An gradually got used to it.
When he heard this, his eyes lit up immediately. He looked at Ji Zheng with a sharp gaze and asked, "Really?"
"Really? Drink it now. It will get cold soon."
Seeing this, Ji Hean closed his eyes, held his breath, and gulped down the ginger soup in the bowl. The ginger soup was bitter and spicy, and almost made him vomit.
Fortunately, Ji Zheng was quick enough to stuff a dried fruit into his mouth.
The sweet and sour taste gradually filled his mouth. Ji Hean breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of his soft and sweet persimmons. He quickly reached out to Ji Zheng, "Persimmon."
He looked as if he was afraid that Ji Zheng would go back on his word.
Ji Zheng: "Why are you in such a hurry? I'll give it to you after breakfast."
"Then let's go eat." Then he took Ji Zheng's hand and walked out.
Seeing how anxious he was, Ji Zheng laughed in his heart and said, "Baby, you were a persimmon in your previous life."
"Ah?" Ji Hean didn't understand, "Why do you say that?"
"Otherwise, why do you like eating persimmons so much in your life?"
Ji Hean tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Alang is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Ji Zheng asked.
"According to what Alang said, if I am a human being in this life, will I like to eat people in my next life?"
Ji Zheng: “…” It seems to make sense.
The servants, dressed warmly, were sweeping the snow in the yard. The sun was hiding in the clouds, with only a ray of light shining on the earth.
Ji Hean was eating a bright yellow persimmon in his hand. With every bite, his eyes narrowed in enjoyment.
Seeing this scene, Ji Zheng felt itchy. He moved closer to the person, touched the person's face, and said with a smile: "Baby, why is he like a kitten?"
Rubbing his face against Ji Zheng's hand, Ji Hean hummed twice, said nothing, stared at the snow falling in the sky outside, and occasionally put the persimmon in his hand into his mouth.
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In the afternoon, the snow stopped. Although the sun still didn't come out, it was not as cold as in the morning.
Ji and Anwo had been at home all morning. Now that the snow had stopped, they wanted to go out and move around.
Ji Zheng also felt that it was not good to stay at home all the time, so he took Ji and An to stroll around the street.
It's been a while since he bought anything for his baby.
The snow on the bluestone street had been swept away, leaving only wet marks. The street vendors were all dressed warmly and hawking their wares.
In winter, the food stalls are filled with steam and the smell of smoke is very appetizing just by looking at them. Ji Hean, who had just finished his meal at home, is now feeling hungry again.
When it comes to eating, Ji Zheng has always been very tolerant of Ji and An as long as it is not bad for the body.
Wearing too many clothes, Ji Hean was like a little fat bird, touching things left and right in front of various stalls.
Gradually, the two servants who were brought out had their hands full of things, including food, toys, and daily necessities. Of course, food was the most important thing.
Finally, when their stomachs could no longer be filled, Ji Hean stopped buying food and dragged Ji Zheng to the teahouse to listen to stories.
The two held hands, chatting idly, and walked to a teahouse on the other street.
"Amitābha, excuse me for disturbing you two donors."
Suddenly, they were stopped by a monk in a red cassock. The monk's beard and eyebrows were as white as snow, and his face was peaceful, looking like a highly accomplished monk.
Ji Zheng and Ji He'an were stunned for a moment, then they immediately put their hands together, bowed slightly and said in return: "Amitabha."
The monk looked at Ji He'an, then at Ji Zheng, his brows wrinkled and relaxed, and he was very confused. Judging from their faces, these two people were both short-lived, so why did they have such strong vitality now?
The two of them felt a little frightened by this sight.
"I wonder what the monk wants to say?" Ji Zheng asked.
The monk was brought back to his senses by Ji Zheng's question. He smiled slightly and felt relieved. Everything has its destiny and it is useless to think too much. He bowed to Ji Zheng and said, "I want to say something to you, be merciful and kind and you will be blessed."
Ji Zheng was confused when he heard this. Just when he was about to ask what the monk meant, he saw the monk leave.
The two looked at each other.
"Does the monk mean that we should do more good deeds?" Ji Hean asked.
Thinking of what he just said, Ji Zheng hesitated for a moment and nodded hesitantly, "I think so..."
Why did they only talk to him when there were so many people on the street? This was what puzzled Ji Zheng.
They were stunned for a while until a gust of cold wind blew, and they came back to their senses. Ji Zheng quickly stood in front of Ji Hean and said, "Forget it, never mind."
After Ji Zheng said this, Ji Hean obeyed and stopped thinking about it. The two of them returned to normal and walked towards the teahouse.
The two came to the teahouse and found a quiet corner to sit down.
The waiter came over to greet him warmly, and Ji Zheng ordered a pot of Longjing tea and some exquisite snacks.
Ji Hean's mind was still on the monk's words. He muttered softly, "Ah Lang, why did the monk suddenly say that?"
Ji Zheng took a sip of tea and consoled him, "There are many mysteries in the world. Maybe it's just the monk's casual words. Don't worry too much."
As he was speaking, the storyteller in the teahouse struck the wake-up stick and began to tell an anecdote.
Everyone was attracted and quieted down. Ji and An were also attracted by the story and temporarily forgot their doubts.
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