Chapter 138: Staying Home to Recover from Illness (I)
Chapter 138: Staying Home to Treat Illness (I)
"The porridge is here!" A few minutes later, Wen Miao came upstairs with porridge and pickled vegetables on a tray and said with a smile.
"Shuzhou, you must be getting impatient waiting!"
"No." Wen Shuzhou said with the corner of his mouth moving.
"Stop talking and drink the porridge!" Wen Miao scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it a few times, and put it to Wen Shuzhou's lips.
"It's not hot anymore, open your mouth!"
"Are you feeding me?" Wen Shuzhou raised his eyelids, his eyes flashing slightly.
"Well, I'll feed you. Try it and see if it tastes good." Wen Miao raised his lips and said.
"It tastes good." Wen Shuzhou squinted his eyes with satisfaction.
Uncle Wang saw the two of them being affectionate with each other.
"It will taste better if you add some salted vegetables, try it." Wen Miao once again put the porridge into Wen Shuzhou's mouth.
"Well, it does taste better." Wen Shuzhou chewed it and gave high praise.
"Yeah, drink more."
"good."
After a while, under Wen Miao's attack, spoonful by spoonful, Wen Shuzhou drank up the bowl of radish and vegetable porridge neatly.
"Would you like to sleep for a while?" Wen Miao tucked the corner of the quilt for him and said softly.
"Yeah." Wen Shuzhou responded.
"Okay, go to sleep!"
…It was already noon when Wen Shuzhou woke up. The towel and ice pack on his forehead were gone, replaced by a feeling of relief he had never experienced before.
"Ah Miao."
"Young Master, are you awake?" Upon hearing the noise in the house, Uncle Wang immediately opened the door and went to see his Young Master.
"Well, where's A Miao?" Wen Shuzhou looked behind Uncle Wang and asked.
"They're cooking downstairs!" Uncle Wang looked at his eldest son's eager look and said with a knowing smile.
"I'm hungry, let me go find A Miao." Wen Shuzhou got up from the bed and said.
"Young Master, slow down, you're not wearing slippers!" Uncle Wang chased after his young master, holding a pair of slippers.
"A Miao..." Wen Shuzhou ran all the way into the kitchen and hugged the child from the back. He ran so fast that he almost knocked the shovel out of the child's hand.
"Awake? Is the fever gone?" Wen Miao smiled and let Wen Shuzhou hang on his neck, rubbing his chin against his shoulder.
The moment Uncle Wang saw him, he felt that his eldest son was like a big dog wagging its tail.
“Woof woof…” Wangwang just happened to appear carrying Huihui, which scared the three people who were all worried about their own things.
"Uncle Wang? What are you doing standing there?" Wen Shuzhou glanced at Uncle Wang standing at the kitchen door.
"Young Master, you are not wearing slippers. I am here to bring you some." Uncle Wang smiled and shook the slippers in his hand.
"Shuzhou, you're not wearing shoes? Go over and put them on." Wen Miao put down the shovel, pulled Wen Shuzhou over and walked towards Uncle Wang.
"Haha, Young Master, A Miao, I'm taking Wangwang and Huihui out to play, you guys continue, continue!" Uncle Wang glanced at the two of them meaningfully and went to the living room.
“Ahem…”
Wen Shuzhou snorted twice symbolically, but Wen Miao on the side blushed.
"Uncle Wang, didn't you see everything that happened just now?"
"I saw it, it's okay!" Wen Shuzhou said in a good mood.
"You are so careless! Oh no, my food is ruined!" Wen Miao quickly turned around and turned off the fire, then said.
"Shuzhou, go wash your hands. The dishes are almost done. I'll serve the meal in a bit."
"Okay." Wen Shuzhou said lovingly.
Ten minutes later, stewed old hen, steamed Dutch beans, stir-fried shiitake mushrooms and zucchini, and carrot and chicken soup rice balls were served on the table.
"It's so light, is it made for me?" Wen Shuzhou asked.
"Yeah." Wen Miao nodded.
"Your fever has just subsided, it's not suitable to eat greasy food!"