"Yun Qiao, it's me, Zheng Jing." Zheng Jing's voice rang out from outside the door: "It's almost ten o'clock now, which is not too early. Aren't you up yet?"
It’s almost ten o’clock!
"..." Yun Qiao was silent for a moment, then replied with a lack of confidence, "Yes."
Yun Qiao resisted the urge to stay in bed and got up to put on his clothes.
After putting on his undershirt and trousers and a thick coat, Yun Qiao got off the kang, put on his slippers, and opened the door for Zheng Jing.
The snow was still falling outside the door. Zheng Jingjing was wearing a red rabbit fur hat, which made her fair little face look as white as jade.
Her head and body were covered with snowflakes, and her nose was frozen red.
As soon as Yun Qiao opened the door, she couldn't wait to get in: "Oh my god, it's still warm inside."
As she walked into the house, she asked curiously, "Yun Qiao, why did you get up so late yesterday? I remember you never sleep in."
"I had a fever at night and felt unwell, so I overslept." Yun Qiao yawned lazily, wrapped his clothes tightly, and climbed onto the kang again.
"You are sick!" Zheng Yujing jumped up suddenly and walked around Yun Qiao left and right to observe her expression.
"His complexion has become worse, his skin has become yellowish, and it's no longer rosy."
Zheng Jing asked worriedly, "What's wrong? You're in such good health and haven't been sick much all year. How come you suddenly have a fever?"
"We picked him up at the hospital yesterday. He probably caught a cold on the way. It's nothing serious. He'll be fine in a couple of days."
Yun Qiao explained for a while, then asked Zheng Jingjing: "Why did you have time to come to see me yesterday? Don't you have to go to bed?"
"Well, it's snowing heavily, so there's no need to go."
Zheng Jing saw that Yun Qiao had slept till now, without washing her face or combing her hair, and had a listless expression on her face, so she knew that she must not have had breakfast.
"Are you hungry? Is there anything to eat in the house? I can get you some?"
"I'm not really hungry, but I really should eat something." Yun Qiao asked her, "I have rice, noodles, and eggs. But the question is, can you cook?"
"I don't know how to make complicated things, but I can do some simple things." Zheng Jing thought for a moment and said, "How about I make you some porridge and egg soup?"
Yun Qiao felt that this was unreliable and asked anxiously, "Uh...are you sure you can do it?"
"Sure, why not? This soup might not sound like something special, but it's actually really good for your stomach! I learned it from a new educated youth from Shandong Province who just arrived in the dorm." Zheng Jing quickly explained, "Don't think of me with the same old stereotypes anymore. I've completely changed! I've learned a lot in this past year or so in the countryside."
"Okay, okay, then please trouble our Comrade Zheng Jing to make me breakfast and give my stomach a good treat."
Zheng Jing chuckled twice, rolled up his sleeves, and said with an expression that he was ready to fight: "Just treat me!"
"Okay, I'll wait and see."
While Zheng Yujing was cooking, Yun Qiao quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face. However, there was still a hint of gloom between his brows, and his eyelids were drooping, making him look listless.
She took her temperature again and saw that it was 38.5 degrees Celsius, still having a fever.
Zheng Yujing turned off the stove and poured the egg-flower porridge into a bowl. Seeing this, she hurriedly asked, "How high is it? Is it still burning?"
Yun Qiao nodded: "38.5 degrees Celsius, fever."
"What should we do then?" Zheng Jing was a little anxious.
"No, the fever isn't high. I know it." Yun Qiao said calmly, "I'll eat first, then take some medicine."
"Okay, as long as you understand." Zheng Jing brought the porridge to her and said attentively, "Try it quickly. I even put a spoonful of sugar in it."
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