Her cheeks were flushed, and her fair and delicate face was framed by a pair of wide, bright eyes that looked like a startled pika on the grassland.
A smile flashed in Lu Ze's eyes; he wasn't angry at all. "Okay."
Yu Yao drank most of the bowl of medicine with Lu Ze's hand, but she couldn't drink any more. "I can't drink anymore, I want to eat candy."
Lu Ze was always willing to help, and his voice was extremely gentle.
Yu Yao then made another request.
"I don't want candied apples, I want candied mangosteens. Make them for me."
Mangosteens are not suitable for being shredded; Yu Yao ordered them that way on purpose.
Unexpectedly, Lu Ze fulfilled all her requests, wiping the medicine from the corner of Yu Yao's mouth, being thoughtful and attentive throughout.
He picked up the bowl and drank the remaining medicine, which was meant to induce sweating and dispel cold, without any hesitation.
You should know that he is a germaphobe and never likes others to touch his things, let alone drink other people's leftover medicine.
Seeing that he drank her leftover medicine without any hesitation, and recalling the scene of him feeding her earlier, Yu Yao's cheeks turned even redder.
A cunning old man.
After giving her the medicine, Lu Ze took her temperature, which was 39.5 degrees Celsius.
Worried that the fever wouldn't go down, Lu Ze took some liquor to help Yu Yao wipe it off.
Does rubbing alcohol on your skin to cool it down mean you have to take off your clothes?
Yu Yao blushed even more, snatched the bottle of liquor, and said, "I'll do it myself."
Lu Ze looked at her. He had only planned to wipe her forehead and armpits, but since she insisted, he didn't say anything. He just said, "After you're done wiping, take a nap. When you wake up, the candied mangosteen will be ready."
There were no mangosteens at home, so Lu Ze rode his bicycle out, but instead of leaving immediately, he went to the house of Battalion Commander Wu next door first.
Song Yufeng and Battalion Commander Wu were sitting in the main room. Battalion Commander Wu was in charge of cutting fabric to make clothes for the unborn child. He was somewhat surprised to see Lu Ze.
Lu Ze got straight to the point: "Sister-in-law Song, Yu Yao has a fever and wants to eat candied mangosteens. I need to go out and pick some. I gave her some herbal soup to help her sweat and dispel the cold, and I also rubbed her with alcohol to lower her temperature. She's asleep now, but I'm worried she might get a fever again. Could you please keep an eye on her for me? If she does get a fever, could you please take my Yu Yao to the hospital?"
Song Yufeng had drunk the diaphoretic and cold-dispelling medicine that Lu Ze had mentioned. It was very effective, and with the addition of alcohol, the chances of her developing a fever were extremely small.
Song Yufeng knew that Lu Ze was worried, so she nodded gently, "Commander Lu, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Yu Yao for you."
"Thank you, sister-in-law, I'm counting on you."
After Lu Ze finished speaking, he left. Song Yufeng looked at his long legs bent as he rode on a women's bicycle and said to Battalion Commander Wu, "I never expected that the stern and incorruptible Regiment Commander Lu would have such a meticulous and thoughtful side. No one would believe it if I told them."
Battalion Commander Wu noticed the envy in her eyes, walked over and put his arm around her. "Don't envy others. I can be just as meticulous and thoughtful. Although I can't do it yet, I can learn from Regiment Commander Lu."
Song Yufeng was amused by his coaxing, and nestled against him, saying softly with suspicion, "Then you must learn from Commander Lu and try to let me enjoy the same treatment as Sister Yuyao."
Lu Ze left the army and rode along the mountain road toward the home of a member of a nearby production team.
A middle-aged man wearing a short-sleeved shirt was feeding sheep in the yard. When he saw him, he said, "Hey, the sun must have risen in the west today. You're so busy, yet you still have time to come here."
Lu Ze stopped his bicycle, carrying a basket on his back, and said without any politeness, "Uncle Chen, have you picked your mangosteens yet? Give me fifty."
This matter-of-fact attitude infuriated Chen Lang, who retorted irritably, "You think this is the brigade's orchard, asking for fifty pieces right off the bat?"
"Not even fifty?" Lu Ze frowned. "Uncle Chen, your production isn't very good."
Chen Lang rolled his eyes. "Get lost! You even dare to defend your Uncle Chen. Don't you hate mangosteens the most? Why are you thinking of picking them today?"
Lu Ze: "My wife has a fever and a bitter taste in her mouth, so I promised to make her candied mangosteen."
"Fine, I shouldn't have asked. You've come here to show off in front of this lonely old man. Humph! Go pick them yourself in the backyard with your basket!"
Lu Ze didn't need to tell him where the woodshed was; he walked easily to the back of the kitchen, crawled inside, grabbed the picking ladder, and went to the backyard.
Chen Lang watched his retreating figure, ignored him, and continued weaving straw sandals.
Mangosteen trees can grow up to 20 meters tall, which is as tall as a seven-story building, making them difficult to harvest.
Lu Ze took a ladder, nimbly climbed up the tree, and instead of picking the easiest parts at the bottom, he climbed to the top.
The mangosteens here are blessed with plenty of sunshine, making them sweet and juicy.
Lu Ze worked for an hour, picking all the mangosteens from the higher parts of the tree.
They filled two baskets with the excess food.
Besides mangosteens, there were also starfruits and guavas in the backyard, and he picked some of them.
After picking them, I put them in my bamboo basket, carried the two baskets of mangosteens to the front yard, and placed them under the eaves.
"I've picked all the mangosteens from the top of the tree. I'll leave them for you. When the purchasing station comes, just have them take them away. They're all good fruit."
Seeing that Lu Ze was about to leave, Chen Lang tossed him a dried pheasant, saying, "I caught this on the mountain a few days ago. Make a soup for your wife to help her recover."
"Thanks, Uncle Chen. I'll be going now. My wife must be waiting a long time."
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