But this time, he didn't sleep for long before his stomach started to hurt again. Ah Chou struggled to open his eyes. He was glad that Zhong Mingwei didn't put his hand on him this time. It was already dawn outside. Ah Chou got off the kang quietly, tucked in the quilt for Zhong Mingwei, put on his clothes and went out.
Ah Chou went to the side room to get a cotton pad. She also got some brown sugar and planned to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea. Zhong Mingwei was still asleep. She naturally didn't want to make a "crackling" fire in the room and wake up Zhong Mingwei.
But I forgot to fetch water last night.
Ah Chou looked at the empty bucket and immediately took the bucket to the well to fetch water. But... the well water was frozen, and it seemed that the ice was quite thick.
Ah Chou stood by the well with a frown on her face, then went to the kitchen to find a big stone and brought it out. Just as she was about to throw it into the well, she suddenly remembered that day. When she was breaking the ice to make water, Zhong Mingwei opened the window and showed her a frightened face. She looked at the window with a broken corner, and finally put down the big stone in her hand. Then she picked up the bucket and walked out of the yard quietly, following the mountain road, and walked down the mountain with great effort in the snow.
Actually. It is not impossible to dig snow to make tea, but this snow fell before the New Year, and it has been exposed to the wind and sun for so many days. Ah Chou felt that it was not clean. A few days ago, he made tea, but there was a lot of ash in the tea, which was too uncomfortable to sting his throat. Ah Chou felt that he could not drink it. Zhong Mingwei should find it even harder to swallow, right?
Zhong Mingwei had been taking medicine these past two days and was already feeling uncomfortable. Achou couldn't bear to let her drink such dirty tea. What's more, she was thinking of making jasmine tea for Zhong Mingwei to remove the bitter taste in her mouth.
So, let's go down the mountain and fetch a bucket of water.
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When Zhong Mingwei woke up, Ah Chou was busy bringing him a bowl of hot jasmine tea, and said with a smile: "It's just been brewed, drink it quickly."
"It smells so good," Zhong Mingwei sniffed the rich jasmine scent and couldn't help but praise, "Girl, you are getting better and better at making tea."
"Of course, I'm so smart, why shouldn't I learn quickly?" Ah Chou smiled proudly, and while handing the tea to Zhong Mingwei, he asked, "Are you feeling better today? Is there still a taste in your mouth?"
"Much better," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile as he took a sip of tea, "I was just so bored these past few days because you kept me on the kang and didn't let me go anywhere. I feel much better today. Help me go out for a walk later."
"Today...can't do it, let's wait for two days." Ah Chou said with some embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei frowned and looked at Ah Chou. Seeing Ah Chou's red face, he immediately understood what was going on. He put down the tea bowl in his hand, took Ah Chou's hand, and whispered, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Hmm," Ah Chou hummed softly, pulling his hand out of Zhong Mingwei's hand, and sat down in front of the stove. While lighting the fire, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "Let's eat noodle dumpling soup today."
"Girl," Zhong Mingwei felt that something was wrong with Ah Chou, and asked with some concern, "Does your stomach hurt badly? If you do, come up and rest, and I'll cook."
Zhong Mingwei watched Achou cook all day long and learned a lot of skills from him. Naturally, the taste could not compare with Achou's, but it was also so-so. Zhong Mingwei was busy lifting the quilt and holding the edge of the kang to get off.
"It's okay, I just have a little pain in my stomach. It's quite comfortable to sit like this, you don't need to get down." Ah Chou was busy trying to stop Zhong Mingwei, fearing that he would catch a cold before he recovered. After a pause, he said, "Wait a minute, just rub my stomach for me."
"Oh." Zhong Mingwei did not insist any more. He stretched back the leg that he had stepped out and obediently covered himself with the quilt. He was much more cautious now than before. He did not take illness seriously before, but now it was just a mere cold and he treated it as a great enemy. It was not that he was timid and afraid of death, but he was afraid of causing trouble to Achou. Achou had not had a good rest these days because of taking care of him. Zhong Mingwei felt really distressed and now he hoped that he could get better and not let Achou suffer any more.
"When did the pain start?" After a pause, Zhong Mingwei could not help asking Achou. From the past to this time, he always reminded Achou to rub her stomach and make ginger and brown sugar tea for her for several days in a row. This time, he was sick and had no time to take care of her. He didn't even know when Achou's stomach hurt. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
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