Chapter 332 Mao Mao is Sick
Teacher Ye found her students in the cafeteria kitchen for the third time.
She led Mao Mao back by the hand, sighing helplessly, "Mao Mao, you can't play in the kitchen during class."
"I didn't play," Mao Mao said obediently. "I helped Uncle tend the fire and also helped Auntie taste the food."
"What you're doing... will cause trouble for the cafeteria staff."
"My uncle and aunt said they would really welcome Mao Mao over."
"...In short, you can't go to the cafeteria except during mealtimes anymore."
"oh……"
Teacher Ye thought to herself: She should suggest to the principal that the students' outdoor activity time be reduced.
As the weather gets colder, not only do the children not want to stay outside, but even she, as an adult, doesn't want to. They can play in the classroom and avoid the wind.
The weather has been cold lately, and many children have gotten sick. Children have low immunity, so it's best not to let them get cold in the wind.
Back in the classroom, Mao Mao let go of Teacher Ye's hand and ran to her classmates. It was activity time, and everyone was sitting haphazardly everywhere.
"Mao Mao, where did you go?"
"I'm going to the cafeteria."
"That's great." Xu Yizhao looked at her enviously. "The cafeteria must be very warm."
He was a child who didn't want to go to school because the weather got cold.
Last year, Haicheng experienced an extremely cold winter, and this year the temperature in Haicheng is not high either. It's not even the coldest time yet, but many children are already resisting going to school.
Xu Yizhao sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "I wish I didn't have to go to school."
"Why?" Mao Mao said, "School is so much fun."
“But we can’t eat snacks at school.” Xu Yizhao lowered his head in disappointment.
Needless to say, Teacher Ye confiscated the snacks he brought today.
Mao Mao looked at him, then lowered her head and rummaged through the pocket of her school uniform, pulling out a boiled egg that was still warm.
She handed it over, saying, "Here you go."
The children around them gaped in astonishment: "Mao Mao, where did you get those eggs?"
Mao Mao: "The auntie in the cafeteria gave it to me."
"Wow!"
Several other children nearby joined in.
A hot, boiled egg was peeled and divided into several parts. Each child got a little bit, some taking the egg white and others the yolk. Everyone licked their lips, still wanting more.
Xu Yizhao looked even more disappointed: "...I can't taste it."
"Zhaozhao, is your tongue damaged?"
“I’m sick,” Xu Yizhao said. “This morning, after I got up, nothing tasted good to me.”
"Did you get too few eggs?"
Xu Yizhao shook his head: "No, I ate a piece of candy before I left, and it didn't taste like anything."
Mao Mao took a soft breath, her eyes wide open, and looked at him cautiously: "Are you sick?"
Being sick is not a good thing.
Mao Mao rarely gets sick and is healthy every day. Even during the coldest time of last winter, she didn't get sick once.
Being sick is uncomfortable; you feel dizzy and have to take very bitter medicine. Where she and her mother used to live, there was a sick old man as a neighbor, and every day, a bitter smell would emanate from their house. Then one day, that old man disappeared, and Mao Mao never saw him again.
Mao Mao looked at her friend with concern: "Zhao Zhao, did you take your medicine?"
Xu Yizhao said listlessly, "I took it. My dad forced me to take a cold medicine. He said I'd get better soon."
Mao Mao thought for a moment and said, "Zhao Zhao, shall I go to the kitchen and get you another egg?"
A little boy with a bright red nose next to me said, "Mao Mao, I want one too."
"Mao Mao, I want to eat too."
"Mao Mao, I'm hungry too."
Mao Mao nodded her little head vigorously, then scrambled down from the ground, saying, "Then I'll do it right away..."
"No!" Hearing the commotion, Teacher Ye immediately came over to stop them: "It's almost lunchtime, wait a little longer!"
The children's plan was finally abandoned.
But when it was lunchtime, Mao Mao got her own food. Before eating, she scooped up a large spoonful and generously shared the meat in her bowl with Xu Yizhao.
"Zhaozhao, here's some food. Eat more, and you'll get better."
"Thank you, Mao Mao," Xu Yizhao said, "but I'm sick and can't eat that much."
"oh……"
Mao Mao blinked and scooped her meat back.
She ate heartily, gulping down large mouthfuls of rice.
Then Mao Mao should eat more.
My mother said that if you eat your fill, you'll stay healthy and won't get sick!
night.
The weather has gotten colder lately, so the kitchen makes a big pot of hot soup every day.
"Mao Mao, come on, have some soup."
Xia Xiaoxiang ladled a bowl of soup for her and placed it in front of her.
Mao Mao held the small bowl and gulped down the soup.
Lou Hongjian also held a bowl and drank a large bowl of wine.
"I've been running around outside all day." After a bowl of hot soup, Lou Hongjian felt alive again: "Isn't it supposed to be warmer this year than last year? Why do I feel so cold this year?"
Lou Yansui: "Third Brother, are you dressed too lightly again?"
“…You can’t say that.” Lou Hongjian argued, “It’s not the coldest time of the year yet, and it’s not time for winter clothes to be worn.”
"It seems you've forgotten the lesson from last year." Lou Heming slowly ladled out the soup. "If you catch a cold again, I won't be responsible for you."
"Second brother, am I not your real brother anymore!" Lou Hongjian shouted. "Besides, I know my limits. This temperature isn't enough to make me sick."
"You'd better be."
Achoo!
Everyone stopped moving at the same time and turned to look at the source of the sound.
But then he met the soft, chubby face of the little girl in his family.
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao rubbed her nose in confusion.
An itch surged up, and she opened her mouth wide, letting out another "Achoo!"
Mao Mao: "...Huh?"
Mao Mao stared blankly up at the sky and said, "Mommy, Mao Mao's nose is broken... Achoo!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
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