When Pang Yi brought up the hot dumplings, Xiao An was already starving, and as soon as she heard the footsteps, she hurried forward to open the door and let Pang Yi in.
"Madam, you are still ill. You are not easy to eat meat, so I didn't cook anything good for you. Just a fried egg. Please don't blame me," Pang Yi said as he took out a plate of hot dumplings from the food box. There was also a plate of fried eggs, and then a bowl of black medicine. Pang Yi put the medicine in front of Xiao An. He instructed. "Madam, the doctor said that this medicine must be taken before meals. Please drink the medicine before eating."
Xiao An looked at the bowl of dark medicine. She frowned immediately. She looked at the plate of hot dumplings again and pursed her lips subconsciously. She immediately picked up the chopsticks and said, "The medicine is still hot. I... I'll eat some rice first and then drink it."
"Madam," Pang Yi looked at Xiao An with a serious face, while bringing the medicine bowl to Xiao An. "Please follow the doctor's instructions."
Xiao An sniffed the nauseating smell of the medicine and was unable to breathe for a moment. She stared at the bowl of medicine, then at Pang Yi, and then she sulked and slammed her chopsticks on the table. She said to Pang Yi in a cold voice, "I can drink it myself. You don't need to stare at me like that."
"I dare not." Pang Yi put down the medicine bowl, picked up the two bowls of cold dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions, and turned to leave.
"Hey! You...why don't you sit down and eat with us?" Xiao An looked at Pang Yi in surprise.
"I'll just heat up the dumplings and eat them," Pang Yi said, carrying the dumplings out the door without looking back. "Madam, please remember to take your medicine before meals."
"I know, I know, you're the only one who keeps nagging," Xiao An muttered softly. As soon as she saw Pang Yi leave, she hurriedly carried the bowl of medicine into the inner room and poured it all into the spittoon. Xiao An breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as she turned around, she screamed in fear, and her hand holding the medicine bowl suddenly loosened, "You, you, you, why are you back again?!"
Pang Yi reached forward and easily caught the bowl that was about to fall to the ground. While holding the bowl, he looked at Xiao An with a sullen face: "Madam, what do you mean by this? Are you worried that there is something wrong with the medicine I prepared?"
"No... no, that's not it. Don't let your imagination run wild. I just... just..." Xiao An was so anxious that she was almost incoherent. She tugged at the corners of her clothes with both hands. After a long while, she whispered, "I just feel that I feel a lot better today. I should be much better now. So I should... I should not need to take the medicine..."
"Now that the madam is well, let's finish this meal and continue on our journey." Pang Yi said in a deep voice, holding a bowl and turning around to leave the inner room.
"There's no need to be so anxious, right?" Xiao An followed Pang Yi in a hurry, almost crying, and grabbed Pang Yi's sleeve. "I just feel better, but... but not completely well, maybe the disease will recur, so... so how about we rest for two more days before leaving?"
"In my opinion, it is not necessary," Pang Yi said slowly, while putting the medicine bowl on the table, and looking behind him at Xiao An, who was sweating anxiously, "Jilin is a very weird place. If you stay like this, I am afraid that Madam will be ill for a long time. I can't afford it."
"You!" Xiao An's eyes were immediately wide open with anger. She puffed her cheeks in frustration and wanted to curse Pang Yi, but she really didn't know how to curse. She just shouted and drove him out, "Get out! Get out!"
"Yes, I'll take my leave," Pang Yi said slowly as he walked out without delay, "Madam, please eat quickly so we can set off early, otherwise we will have to spend the night in the wild."
"Got it!" Xiao An was so annoyed that she was fuming. "Get out! Get out!"
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The first day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
They were supposed to stay up last night to celebrate the New Year, but Achou and Zhong Mingwei went to bed early. They were used to going to bed early, and it would have been quite difficult for them to stay up until midnight. If they went to bed early, they naturally had to get up early, so they started making dumplings on the kang at daybreak.
"You shouldn't wrap it that way. You shouldn't hold the dough so tightly." Ah Chou had never seen anyone dumber than Zhong Mingwei. His hands were so flexible when writing, but when they touched the dumpling skin, they became as stiff as icicles under the eaves. Ah Chou was so worried. "Watch how I wrap it. I'll wrap another one for you to see."
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