Spicy ginger soup doesn't taste good at all; it's even very pungent.
Ningxia's eyes immediately filled with tears from the fumes, but she did not push away Zhang's mother's embrace or the hand that was feeding her ginger soup.
He simply followed the force with which Zhang's mother poured the ginger soup into his stomach, taking small sips.
My body, which had been ice-cold, finally felt warm after drinking most of a cup of ginger soup.
Seeing that Ningxia had drunk most of the ginger soup, Zhang's mother stopped forcing her to drink more.
Just as I was about to remove the enamel mug, I felt two hot tears fall onto the back of my hand that was holding it.
The heat felt as if it could burn a hole in the back of her hand.
Zhang's mother's hand stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment before she pretended not to notice and handed the enamel mug to Da Bao, who was standing to the side anxiously watching Ning Xia.
He let out a breath, helped Ningxia lie down properly, and then stood up.
“Zhonghua, the wine your father brought over. If she gets a fever later, give her a good massage on her joints to prevent her from developing health problems later in life.”
After saying that, he didn't even look at Ningxia and just left.
When Da Bao saw that his grandmother had left, and saw his mother lying motionless on the bed with her eyes closed, he became anxious.
He rushed forward, tugging at Zhang Zhonghua's clothes, and asked, "Dad, will Mom be alright? Mom will definitely be alright, right?"
His words were filled with anxiety and unease.
Zhang Zhonghua had naturally seen Ningxia's tearful appearance earlier. Hearing his son's question, he remained silent for a moment before helping Ningxia cover herself with the blanket.
"Don't worry, your mother will be fine."
After saying that, he took the basin he had used to scoop snow out.
"Mother...mother...?"
When Da Bao saw that his father had also gone out, he hurriedly grabbed Ning Xia's cold hand, breathing on it to warm it while crying out.
Ningxia had been pretending not to be awake with her eyes closed, but after hearing Dabao calling for his mother, she couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.
Zhang Zhonghua, who had just poured out the melted snow and was about to bring a basin of hot water into the house, stopped at the doorway upon hearing the suppressed sobbing coming from inside. He lowered his head and remained silent.
Seeing her son standing at the door without coming in, Zhang's mother sighed and turned to Zhang's father, muttering, "Old man, what are we going to do now?"
The daughter-in-law, who was originally prepared to divorce him, came back on New Year's Eve and almost lost her life.
Why should she kick the person out now? It's snowing heavily outside. If she were to kick them out, why did she bring them in to rescue them in the first place?
It would be rather inhumane not to save them.
But if she didn't kick her out, Zhang's mother kept recalling what Ning's mother had said in the hospital, and how Ning Xia, as her wife, hadn't said a single word in defense of her husband.
This side of Ning Xia makes me feel really uncomfortable; I think she's cold-hearted and heartless.
But now, the faint sobbing coming from inside the house, the sight of her son standing outside the door with hot water, and the thought of her anxious and fearful grandson from earlier, made Zhang's mother's heart ache terribly.
After hearing what Zhang's mother said, Zhang's father glanced at her, and then looked at his son.
He then lowered his head and snorted through his nostrils.
“If you really repent, wouldn’t that be just what your son wants?”
The son originally gave his daughter-in-law two options: not to divorce, or to stay with her husband and live a good life.
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