Chapter 342 Mother is also sick
Mao Mao's illness is cured.
When Lou Heming got home, he took her temperature again and confirmed that it had returned to normal.
Commander Lou was still somewhat unwilling: "Is it really healed? So fast? Heming, why don't you take another look?"
Before Lou Heming could say anything, Old Madam Lou struck her son's leg with her cane.
Old Madam Lou angrily rebuked, "Mao Mao is cured, that's a good thing, what nonsense are you spouting? What kind of father are you? Go away, you're still sick, stay away from Mao Mao."
Lou Dashuai dared not be angry or speak out, and was driven to the other side by his cane.
"The fever has gone down, but that doesn't mean you're fully recovered." Lou Heming closed the medical kit and said gently, "I see that Mao Mao still has some nasal congestion and is sneezing. You still need to be careful in the next few days."
Mao Mao blinked: "Then can Mao Mao go to kindergarten?"
"If you want to go, you can," Lou Heming said.
Third concubine squeezed in: "Honey, you're sick, what's the rush? Rest at home for a few more days."
“All the other kids go to school,” Mao Mao said. “Mao Mao goes to school too, so we can play together.”
"Ouch."
The third concubine cupped her chubby little face and rubbed it, feeling incredibly fond of her. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt an itch on her nose, so she quickly let go and moved aside.
Mao Mao is almost better, but the others are not.
This cold came unexpectedly, and almost everyone in the Lou family was affected. Except for Old Madam Lou and Lou Heming, everyone else felt headaches and fever.
When they learned that Mao Mao was sick, they eagerly rushed over to play with her, but when it was their turn to get sick, they didn't dare to go play with Mao Mao anymore.
They were afraid that the little girl's fever would just come down and then worsen because of them.
Mao Mao recovered quickly from her illness, but the others weren't so lucky.
During dinner, everyone had a poor appetite.
The table was laden with fragrant dishes; the chef had used all his skills to prepare everything everyone loved. However, today, people rarely touched the rich, oily meat dishes; instead, they ate the lighter, more delicate ones.
Lou Fengju's chopsticks, which were originally aimed at a dish of braised beef, circled in the air and turned towards the stir-fried vegetables next to it.
"Brother, when did your taste become so bland?"
Lou Fengju said, "I just want something simple to eat today."
Mao Mao sat next to her mother, her head buried in her small bowl, eating without looking up, and mumbled, "Brother, the food is delicious."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Don't you ever think the food is bad... Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
Xia Xiaoxiang served her a bowl of soup, then served herself a bowl as well, and gulped down two bowls.
Auntie San gave her a couple of looks and said, "Why are you only drinking soup and not eating rice today?"
Xia Xiaoxiang touched her throat: "My throat is a little uncomfortable, drinking soup will help."
Second concubine: "Then I'll ask the kitchen to make you some pear soup. Pears are good to eat in this weather; they're good for the lungs. Add more rock sugar; Mao Mao likes them too."
Mao Mao shouted from inside her rice bowl, "Mao Mao likes it!"
The second concubine smiled and instructed the maid, "Make more, everyone should have some."
The third concubine looked at Xia Xiaoxiang suspiciously: "Sore throat?"
The table was full of patients, some with headaches and fevers, others sneezing and having runny noses, and several with sore throats. The third concubine herself was drinking soup to soothe her throat.
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She put down her chopsticks and reached out to touch Xia Xiaoxiang's forehead.
"Huh?" Xia Xiaoxiang was caught off guard and was touched red-handed. She quickly dodged away: "What are you doing?"
The third concubine ignored her and turned to call out, "Ah Chun, quickly bring the first-aid kit over, I need to take the fifth concubine's temperature!"
Xia Xiaoxiang was completely confused: "We're eating, why would we need to measure this? Besides, I'm not sick."
She didn't go to see Mao Mao last night.
The maid quickly brought over the first-aid kit.
Xia Xiaoxiang was puzzled, but taking her temperature wouldn't interfere with dinner, so she obediently put the thermometer under her armpit. While taking her temperature, she also enjoyed a bowl of soup and half a bowl of rice.
Xia Xiaoxiang also said to Mao Mao, "Now that you're better, you can't send your mother away tonight. Let's sleep together."
Mao Mao obediently replied, "Okay~"
Five minutes later, the third concubine took out her thermometer.
Upon seeing it clearly, she gasped in shock: "38.1! Xia Xiaoxiang, you're sick and you didn't know?!"
Xia Xiaoxiang was also dumbfounded: "Huh?!"
Everyone at the table was stunned.
Mao Mao was still eating when suddenly she was lifted up, bowl and all. She was holding her little bowl, looking completely dazed.
Normally, Mao Mao would sit at the end of the long table, either next to her mother or next to Lou Yan Sui. Today, because Lou Yan Sui was also sick, she and her brother were separated, and she sat with her mother.
To my utter surprise! Mother is sick too!
Xia Xiaoxiang was dumbfounded: "I didn't go to see Mao Mao last night, and she was fine this morning..."
“So many people in our family are sick, it’s not just Mao Mao, everyone has become a source of infection.” The First Madam held her head, somewhat surprised: “You’ve been with us all day, maybe we infected you.”
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Huh?!"
Mao Mao looked at her mother with a worried expression: "Mother, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
It would have been better if she hadn't been reminded. Only after being reminded did Xia Xiaoxiang realize that she was feeling a little dizzy, weak, and had a poor appetite.
But she never paid attention to minor ailments like colds and fevers, so she didn't even realize when she got sick.
Now, she, like all the other patients, had to be isolated from Mao Mao.
To avoid Mao Mao getting infected again just as she's recovered. Children don't have it as easy to get sick as adults.
Sipping the sweet pear soup, Mao Mao swung her little feet and asked, "Then Mao Mao can't sleep with Mother anymore?"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
"Everyone is sick, you'd better stay away from the other sick people."
"So, Mao Mao is best suited to sleep with her brother." Lou Heming patted his little sister's head and pulled her into his arms. "Grandma and I aren't sick, Mao Mao, for the time being, you'll sleep with your second brother until everyone is better, okay?"
Okay~
Old Madam Lou pondered, "How about I take Mao Mao and move out to live for a while..."
Meow~
Before the old lady could finish speaking, the others, who were holding small bowls and drinking pear soup, retorted in unison, "No way!"
Old Madam Lou glared at her sternly.
That's not what you said this morning.
"As long as everyone avoids any extra activities, I think everyone will recover quickly." Lou Heming looked at everyone, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses gentle. "Mao Mao has been staying with me during this time. I hope no one has any objections?"
Everyone: "..."
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