Chapter 251 Auntie, you're cured!
"Dr. Lou." He Mingshu greeted them one by one: "Mao Mao, hello."
He Mingshu turned around happily and called to his mother, "Mom, come quickly."
Mrs. He wiped her hands and stood up happily: "Dr. Lou, Miss Mao Mao, what a coincidence, you've come to watch the dragon boat races too?"
Lou Heming adjusted his glasses.
He had prepared some explanations for his relationship with Ah Sui. After all, it was the First Madam who used social welfare as an excuse to get Mother He to the hospital. Unexpectedly, they didn't seem surprised to see them together.
That's true. After all, they share the same surname.
Lou Heming smiled slightly. That's perfect; everyone understands without saying a word, saving us the trouble of explaining.
"Hello." Lou Heming nodded to the two of them and said gently to Mother He, "How are you feeling? Are you recovering well lately?"
Mrs. He said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Dr. Lou. I feel much better since you operated on me, and I haven't been in pain since... Oh! I've been listening to you and resting well. I haven't been doing any heavy work, and Xiaoshu has been helping me with the housework lately."
He Mingshu nodded vigorously beside her: "Yes, yes, my mother listens to you very well and is resting well. I am also trying my best to supplement her nutrition. Dr. Lou, don't worry, I'm watching over her."
Lou Heming nodded: "That's good."
He then asked a few routine questions to give the patients advice, reminding them to go back to the hospital for a check-up in six months.
While he was asking questions, Mao Mao, perched on her brother's head, kept her eyes glued to Mother He's head.
It had been a long time since I'd seen her, and Mother He looked better than ever before.
She was still thin after recovering from a serious illness, looking even thinner than before, but her complexion was much better. Perhaps she had indeed rested well, or perhaps the long-term pain had finally left her body, allowing her to be relieved of her burdens and radiating vitality.
A big smile appeared on Mao Mao's face.
"Auntie!" she said happily, "You're all better now!"
Mrs. He nodded repeatedly, overjoyed, and said, "It's all better now, all better. Thanks to Dr. Lou for saving my life, and also to Mao Mao for your help... By the way, would you like some snacks?"
As she spoke, Mother He quickly lifted the cotton cloth covering the basket, revealing the tempting pastries underneath.
Today they're going to sell them, so the mother and son made many kinds, including not only pastries but also seasonal zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).
Apart from the zongzi, everything else was familiar; it was the kind that He Mingshu had brought to school and shared with his classmates.
He Mingshu enthusiastically handed the pastries to the group in front of him, and asked, "Would you like some zongzi? We have both sweet and savory ones..."
Before he could finish speaking, the three brothers, excluding Lou Hongjian, shouted in unison, "No!"
The noise was so loud that He Mingshu was startled, and his hand holding the zongzi froze in mid-air.
Lou Heming adjusted his glasses, looked at the white sugar cake in his hand, and gently tried to defuse the situation: "Did you make all of these yourselves?"
"Yes, yes, we made it ourselves."
"So much?" Lou Heming looked disapproving. "Making all this must have taken a lot of effort, right? Didn't I tell the patient to get some rest?"
He Mingshu quickly replied, "I mainly made them; I didn't let my mother do any. These pastries are very easy to make, and we only made so many because it's a holiday today."
Dr. Lou instructed his mother to rest well for a period of time after the surgery and not to overexert herself. Therefore, he even told his mother to stop running the wonton stall and rest properly first, so as not to waste the kindness of others.
He didn't spend any money on medical treatment, and he also had a small income from working as a teaching assistant for Teacher Shen, so he didn't have to worry about making a living for the time being. It was also because it was a holiday today that he thought he could supplement his family's income, so he came out to sell snacks.
Under the doctor's gaze, He's mother also felt a little awkward: "Yes, it was all done by Xiaoshu. I was just worried that he couldn't manage it all by himself, so I came to lend a hand."
"Did you make this?" Lou Yansui glanced at He Mingshu, then looked at the familiar jujube cake in his hand. He took a bite, tasted it for a while, and nodded silently: "The taste seems a little different."
He Mingshu pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly, "My cooking skills are just average, not as good as my mother's."
"You call this ordinary?"
Lou Hongjian also tasted a bite of millet cake and exclaimed in surprise, "This is no different from the ones sold in stores."
Mao Mao's cheeks were round and chubby, and all she knew was to nod and agree.
Lou Fengju reminded her, "Mao Mao, don't drop any crumbs on my head."
Mao Mao: "Hmm!"
She looked down and quickly patted her brother's hair with her little hand.
Lou Fengju: "..."
The group only politely tried a small piece before refusing to take any more.
It was a rare opportunity to meet them, and the He family mother and son were so grateful that they wanted to pack up the whole basket of snacks for them to take home: "They can eat them as snacks while watching the dragon boat race later!"
Lou Heming helped decline, saying, "No need, we have prepared plenty ourselves."
As they strolled along with her sister, they also carried a lot of food.
After much persuasion, He Mingshu still packed some of each kind of pastry and stuffed them into Lou Yansui's arms: "These are just some snacks I made myself. It's such a coincidence that we met today, so consider it as me treating my friends..." As he spoke, his voice lowered, and he looked at Lou Yansui with trepidation.
friend.
Are they friends?
Although there were frequent exchanges between students at school, these were limited to the school premises. Lou Yansui's public friends were still Jiang Cheng and his associates.
Lou Yansui countered, "Have you finished your homework?"
He Mingshu paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "I still need to learn foreign languages..."
"You can ask me if you have any questions."
"..."
"Oh, right." Mother He took out a rope made of colorful silk threads from the basket. She made it at home in her spare time; it wasn't tiring, and she sold it along with the pastries.
She took out a ribbon, smiled, and tied it around Mao Mao's wrist, making a pretty bow: "Wear this, and it will protect you from harm and disaster."
Mao Mao curiously withdrew her hand. The colorful rope was brightly colored, and the same silk thread as the sachet that her aunt had given her that morning.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
The group lingered there briefly before squeezing back into the crowd.
Mao Mao was still sitting on her brother's shoulders, waving happily at them. The colorful rope on her chubby wrist swayed with her wave: "Bye-bye, brother. Bye-bye, auntie."
The He family mother and son waved to her, saying, "Goodbye, Mao Mao."
She sat high up, and as the group disappeared into the crowd, no one else could see her. Yet, her round little figure could still be seen emerging from the crowd, her two little tufts of hair swaying back and forth on her head.
Soon new customers came to buy things.
Just as Mrs. He was about to greet the guests, before she could even stand up, her son warmly went to greet them.
She glanced at He Mingshu's retreating figure, puzzled.
Strange, was Xiaoshu that happy before?
...
Mao Mao rode on her brother's back, looking very proud, and then the group rushed back to the teahouse where the ladies were staying before the dragon boat race started.
Several dragon boats were moored on the riverbank, painted with gold and decorated with colorful flags. Each boat had a distinct bow and stern, and each one looked like a giant dragon, carrying a dozen or so paddlers.
The event was about to begin, and people from all over the street flocked to the riverbank, craning their necks to see what was happening. It was a rare spectacle, and the riverbank was packed with people, their figures densely packed. The teahouses and restaurants along the river were completely full, and people were everywhere – on the streets, on the bridges, even climbing the trees along the river.
Lou Hongjian gasped: "Could it be that everyone in Haicheng has come here?"
Mao Mao stood on the chair, leaned against the windowsill, rested her chin on her little hand, and happily waited for the rowing race to begin.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she pointed forward with her little finger: "Daddy!"
Everyone looked closely.
This year's dragon boat race was organized by the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce. The race was about to begin, and Zhang Weihai, the president of the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce, was supposed to give a speech. But at this moment, who else could be standing on the stage but Lou Dashuai?
Everyone: "..."
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