When they were almost at the county town, Gu Qinghuan stopped by the woods and found a secluded place to enter the space.

The chicken soup was simmered on low heat for two hours. The chicken was tender and tasty, and the chicken soup was golden and extremely delicious.

Gu Qinghuan drank a small bowl secretly and immediately felt much warmer. The weather in the north was already a little chilly in early October, and after drinking a bowl, the cold air that had been rushing all the way was dispelled and his stomach felt extremely comfortable.

These chicken soups are mainly for patients. For lunch, she prepares dumplings, which are simple, convenient, and most importantly, easy to carry.

Of course it's too late to make dumplings by myself.

She directly cooked two boxes of frozen dumplings with pork filling, twenty pieces in one box, forty pieces in total, plus a pot of chicken soup. Should be enough for three people to have lunch, right?

While the dumplings were cooking, Gu Qinghuan hurried to the vending machine outside.

She had just discovered that there were no suitable containers for chicken soup and dumplings in the villa.

You can't carry advanced thermal insulation equipment from later generations to deliver meals to those two women, right?

Try typing: nostalgic lunch boxes into the vending machine search box.

A wide variety of product information immediately appeared on the vending machine.

There are old-fashioned aluminum lunch boxes, old-fashioned thick enamel bowls, old-fashioned large enamel cups, and the pork kidney lunch boxes commonly used by soldiers.

Gu Qinghuan fell in love with the pork kidney lunch box at first sight because of its large capacity and reasonable design.

The lunch box has two layers, the upper layer is for vegetables, and the lower layer is for rice. There is a square grid on the outside for inserting a pair of chopsticks, and a handle.

This lunch box is also the most expensive one, costing exactly RMB 2.80.

The merchant specifically noted that this pork kidney lunch box is an imitation of the lunch boxes of soldiers during World War II, with the aluminum material replaced with stainless steel, which is of better quality, so the price is a bit more expensive.

Add to cart first.

Dumplings can be packed in lunch boxes, but chicken soup is a bit difficult to handle.

Gu Qinghuan entered again with the idea of ​​giving it a try: 70-year-old nostalgic thermos bucket.

It actually exists!

Shanghai Xueshan brand thermos bucket.

Huangshan brand thermos barrel produced by Bengbu Glass Factory.

The styles are all high imitations of this era, so you won’t be afraid of catching eyes when you take them out.

Shanghai Xueshan brand thermos bottles are having a promotion, three yuan each, Gu Qinghuan added them to the shopping cart directly.

After clicking on checkout, insert the banknotes and the page will show that the transaction is complete.

Gu Qinghuan soon saw the things he had just bought at the shipping port.

It’s really fast and this thing works so well.

Without even having time to feel bad about the six dollars and thirty cents he had just spent, he quickly took his things and went into the house.

The dumplings are ready.

Forty dumplings fit perfectly into the pork kidney lunch box, and there was no room for any more.

Then fill a thermos with chicken soup and chicken.

Thinking that the patient wanted to eat more fruits, I took two apples and two oranges from the coffee table.

Lunch is ready.

Gu Qinghuan casually grabbed a not-so-eye-catching canvas shoulder bag from the cloakroom and stuffed the things into it.

When she returned to the road again, there was a bulging sail hanging on the front of her car.

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"Zijun, let's listen to the doctor and stay for two more days!" Cheng Shuying followed behind her daughter and advised earnestly.

"Mom, I know my own body. There's no need to waste two more days of money.

Huanhuan has already spent most of the money she borrowed, and she doesn't know when she'll be able to pay it back. We've already put too much of a burden on her.

Speaking of this child, I feel very panicked for some reason." Zhong Zijun had one hand hung in front of her chest by a veil, and covered her heart with the other hand, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Cheng Shuying knew very well that her daughter was trying to save money, but the cowshed was no place to recuperate. She would have to start working again after returning, so she could only take one day at a time to recuperate here.

In the end, it's all about money. After enjoying most of their lives, they now have to endure this kind of hardship when they are old. Their children also suffer with them, and their family is no longer a family.

Thinking of this, the old lady's eyes were filled with tears. Not wanting her daughter to see, she secretly wiped the tears away with her sleeve.

"Then it won't be too late for you to wait until you finish the anti-inflammatory medicine infusion this afternoon before leaving!" Cheng Shuying looked at her daughter pleadingly.

"Huan Huan had a hard time borrowing money to pay for your treatment. You don't want her to have a disabled mother in the future, do you?"

The words "a mother's heart is the most compassionate in the world" touched Zhong Zijun's heart. How could she bear to let her daughter's hard work go to waste? Her healthy limbs were the only thing that could support the family, and she would not add insult to injury.

"Well, after the afternoon medicine is infused, we'll go back." Zhong Zijun has been eager to go home for a long time, and he doesn't know whether he can do the work in the cowshed alone in the past two days.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Cheng Shuying happily unpacked the luggage she had just packed and took out the aluminum lunch box: "I'll go downstairs to eat, don't run around anymore."

"Okay! I'm not a child anymore." Zhong Zijun smiled helplessly.

Gu Qinghuan had just walked over with the bag when he saw Cheng Shuying coming out with a lunch box.

She waved quickly: "Grandma!"

This time I called grandma very smoothly, as if I had called her countless times.

"Huanhuan, why are you here? Aren't you going to heaven?"

Gu Qinghuan suddenly remembered that her original self had concealed the fact that she had "sold herself" and had made the excuse that she was busy these two days and had not come over.

"Grandma, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to come, so I took a day off and came to see you. Is mom okay?"

"Good! Good! The doctor said your mother has made it through this stage. You just need to take good care of her and wait for her bones to grow back."

Having said this, the old lady seemed to remember something and stopped talking.

Gu Qinghuan quickly changed the subject, raised the food in his hand and said with a smile: "Guess what delicious food I brought for you?"

The old lady was no longer sad, and said with a smile: "I never guessed. I was just going to have dinner, and you came. You saved a meal."

"It's chicken soup and dumplings!" Gu Qing said happily.

"Oh, that's delicious food. It's better than during Chinese New Year." Cheng Shuying said with a patronizing smile.

When the two returned to the ward.

The patients in the other two beds in the room were already eating.

"Sister, try the pork and pickled cabbage stewed vermicelli made by my family. It tastes good." Zhong Zijun handed a small bowl to the old lady on the bed.

She didn't know whether to answer or not, and kept waving her hands awkwardly.

It's not that she is being hypocritical. On the one hand, she now dares not accept even a little kindness from others because she can't afford to repay it.

On the other hand, long-term isolation from the public and mental torture made her not know how to get along with outsiders, and she could only rigidly refuse.

"Take it! You need to eat something good to replenish your nutrition." The old lady was also kind-hearted. Seeing that the mother and daughter only ate dry biscuits and drank boiled water for every meal, she felt pity for them.

When Gu Qinghuan came in, he happened to see this scene.

She walked over confidently, took the bowl and placed it on the bedside table.

"Thank you, old lady. I brought some freshly cooked chicken soup. You can try my cooking later."

"That would be great."

Cheng Shuying and Zhong Zijun naturally expressed their gratitude as well.

Gu Qinghuan opened the lunch box he brought with him, took out the old lady's bowl, filled it with a bowl of golden and fragrant chicken soup, and even picked up a few pieces of chicken.

"Here, please take a look."

The old lady was a little embarrassed. She originally wanted to help others, but she didn't expect that the other person was more generous than her and actually brought chicken soup and dumplings.

Her husband was so reluctant to buy her a chicken stew that it seemed she had misunderstood and thought the couple was extremely poor.

But this chicken soup smells really good and looks appetizing.

Seeing that Gu Qinghuan was frank, the old lady reluctantly accepted the bowl of chicken soup.

"Thank you, little girl."