Although he was very angry, Liu Lang asked Manager Cao to see Mrs. Zhou when he went back and explained in detail what he had bought on the street.
Mr. Zhou couldn't help but complain that Mrs. Zhou had neglected such a trivial matter. Mrs. Zhou felt aggrieved but ignored her. The couple quarreled for a few words and went to sleep feeling unhappy.
Mrs. Zhou talked at length with her valet all night, and then she came up with an idea.
On the next day, Mrs. Zhou personally opened the warehouse early in the morning, selected new clothes that she had originally planned to wear for the daughters at home during the New Year, and asked the maids and servants to pack them before stepping into the door of the Chen family again.
When meeting each other, it is natural to greet the old lady first.
"It's much better now and I can sit up." Mrs. Chen Shao received her and said with gratitude.
Can it really be cured?
Mrs. Zhou was overjoyed.
"It's the old man who is a lucky person and a good fortune," she said.
"I was about to ask someone to talk to you." Mrs. Chen said, "Let me stay here for a while. With her here, we can rest assured and it will be convenient for diagnosis, treatment and prescription of medicine."
"I thought about it the same way." Mrs. Zhou smiled and pointed at the maid behind her, "so I sent you some replacement clothes."
He sighed as he spoke.
"Because of his illness, this child has been weird since he was a child. He doesn't like to talk to others. I won't hide it from my wife. This child is not close to us either. If there is anything right or wrong, we can't tell or advise him.
What should I offend? Considering that she has been sick since she was a child, lost her mother when she was young, and is lonely and pitiful, I hope Madam will take care of her." She said with a sincere and helpless look, and raised her hands to wipe her tears.
Mrs. Chen naturally saw that Cheng Jiaoniang was lukewarm towards the Zhou family, and it was difficult for her to guess other people's housework. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhou spread her arms and told her that she felt a little bit relieved and felt a little sad.
"I don't dare to say this," she said hurriedly, extending her hand to invite you, "Madam, please have a taste of the tea."
Tea, please tea, the difference between a word and a word means the difference between intimacy and distance.
A smile appeared on Mrs. Zhou's lips, she lowered her head to thank her, picked up the tea and drank it slowly and contentedly.
"Unfortunately, Mrs. Cheng gave the old man an acupuncture. See you later, madam," Mrs. Chen said.
"Then it's gone. I don't have anything else to do. Just leave these things and give the girls a few words of advice." Mrs. Zhou smiled and put down the tea cup. "She was thinking about the old man's illness, but I saw it instead."
Let her be distracted, and besides, I can rest assured that you, madam, will take care of me."
Mrs. Chen's smile became even wider.
"Of course, Madam, you can take care of yourself." She nodded and said.
At this time, in Mr. Chen's house, the curtains were opened, the wooden windows were half-opened, and the paper doors were half-closed. Two girls were placing freshly picked flowers in the flower room in the hall.
The fragrance of flowers in the house was vague, mixed with the fragrance of charcoal fire and medicine. The rancid smell caused by eating, drinking and littering in bed had dissipated.
The girl arranged the flowers and quietly exited, lest she disturb the people inside.
Cheng Jiaoniang slowly twisted the last golden needle.
On the side, the Chen Shao brothers each pressed their father's shoulders and arms, trembling with his father's trembling.
"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said, putting the gold needle into the box.
Old Mrs. Chen was helped by Chen Shao to do it.
"It's nice, it's nice." He said, raising his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his face.
"After taking medicine today, you can try to get out of bed and take a few steps in the afternoon." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The three members of the Chen family were pleasantly surprised.
"Okay, get out of bed?" they asked in disbelief.
What they want is to save their lives. They don't even dare to think that they can walk again. What's more, they have been paralyzed for so long and can get out of bed so soon?
"Oh, of course, if you don't want to get out of bed, you can also lie down." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
This lady talks strangely, and the three of them are somewhat used to it.
"Thank you, madam." Old Mrs. Chen said, unable to conceal his excitement, he sat down and saluted.
Brother Chen Shao hurriedly followed suit and saluted, very excited.
So good, so good, so amazing, so amazing!
Looking at the clothes displayed in the room, Cheng Jiaoniang said nothing.
The maid waved her hand for the maid to step aside, and helped Cheng Jiaoniang take off her blouse. The white satin lining underneath was already wet with sweat.
"Madam, these clothes are sent by the Zhou family. Do you want to accept them or not?" she asked.
"Take it." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking sideways at the ground.
The maid answered yes.
As Mrs. Chen gets better, the Chen family has more and more visitors.
If you are seriously ill, you don't need to visit, but when the patient gets better, you must come to visit. In this way, the visitor and the visited will be more happy.
"Madam, Mr. Dong and his wife are here to visit the old man." The servant woman hurriedly came in and said.
Four ladies were already sitting in the room, and they all laughed when they heard this.
"It's a lucky coincidence that they are here too."
Mrs. Chen smiled and stood up to greet him.
It was no coincidence that several groups of people came yesterday. They took the female family members with smiles and sent them into the hall. The lady in charge winked, and Mrs. Chen was a few steps behind.
"Madam, do these people still need to stay for food today?" she asked in a low voice.
Mrs. Chen smiled helplessly.
"I don't think they plan to leave now," she said.
Entering the house, the new Mrs. Dong first expressed her congratulations.
"I saw it just now. The old man is really doing much better." She smiled, "It's really gratifying. After the disaster, there must be great blessings."
"Yes, yes, I can spend the New Year with peace of mind this time." Others also echoed.
"Okay, just open the skylight and speak frankly. Besides visiting my grandfather, what else do you want?" Mrs. Chen said with a smile.
Old Mrs. Chen saw that everything was going well, her husband avoided Ding You, and she let go of her troubles. She is now in a very good mood.
"I want to eat the oriole." Everyone said in unison.
Mrs. Chen laughed.
That day, a colleague and friend came to visit the old lady. Chen Shaoliu had a few drinks. Recently, the family likes to eat stir-fried oriole with salt and pepper, so they use it as a side dish with wine.
The friend liked it very much after eating it, but he was sick, so it was hard for him to praise and praise a dish, as if he came here just for the food.
After he went out, he also caught the oriole himself and cooked it. Unfortunately, the taste was never as good as the Chen family's. He was thinking about it for a while, so he couldn't help but talk more, so word spread. Some curious people came to visit in search of food, and they tasted it as expected.
As expected, I was amazed.
Then the news came that the chef of Chen's house had cooked a good oriole.
As Mr. Chen's health got better and better, everyone no longer shied away from it. On one occasion, he visited, and on the other hand, he came to eat together.
"Also." A lady thought of something and said, "Can you recommend this miracle doctor your family invited?"
That's right, the miracle doctor is more important than food.
How old Mrs. Chen was ill before. Although the Chen family's closed-door news is not spread to the outside world, if there is any news that can be kept hidden in the capital, they all know that it will not be cured in two or three months at most. I didn't expect to invite this miracle doctor who doesn't know where to come.
It turned out that three days and five days were enough.
You need to get acquainted with such a miracle doctor.
Mrs. Chen was a little embarrassed.
"I really can't make the decision on this," she said.
"I don't want you to make the decision, I just want to introduce you. Since she is a doctor, she will naturally treat her. Is it possible that she still has to hide?" Mrs. Dong said.
Mrs. Chen's expression was even more difficult.
"She, it seems, is not a doctor." She said.
Not a doctor? What is that?
The ladies present were stunned.
Mrs. Chen smiled bitterly, feeling that she couldn't explain clearly.
"Anyway, she doesn't accept medical treatment," she said. "Someone also asked, but she declined."
It was polite to say that I declined, but in fact I refused very bluntly.
"At this moment, she is only concerned about the old lady's illness. Let's wait until the old lady recovers." The ladies were also easy to talk to and laughed one after another.
Maybe, Mrs. Chen said in her heart, if she can cure diseases and be sought after by others, no one would refuse such a thing.
After eating and seeing off the satisfied guests, Mrs. Chen also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where's Dan Niang?" she asked as she thought of something.
"At Madam Cheng's place," the servant girl replied.
It's also strange. Although Mrs. Cheng is quiet, she always makes people feel unapproachable. When she comes to the house, no one dares to come close to talk to her. Only Chen Danniang goes to play with her every day.
I don’t know how a fourteen-year-old or a four-five-year-old kid ended up playing together.
"Don't let her disturb Mrs. Cheng." Mrs. Chen said.
The servant girl responded yes.
"Then, what is Mrs. Cheng doing?" Mrs. Chen asked again.
The look on the servant girl's face was a little strange.
"Here, making clothes." She said.
"Sister." Dan Niang said with admiration, "You are so amazing."
On the floor mat, Cheng Jiaoniang spread out the brocade and passed the scissors in her hands smoothly, while the maid helped to sort out the threads.
"Yes, I am very powerful," she said.
The girls and servants sitting on the porch outside the door looked at each other.
Here we go again, the older one and the younger one always talk very well together.
"Sister, we fried oriole again at noon today, I can eat five at a time." Dan Niang said, holding out her small palm.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at her.
"It doesn't taste good," she said.
"Hey, it's delicious." Dan Niang widened her eyes and shook her head.
"Oriole, I need to use an oriole." Cheng Jiaoniang said without stopping her scissors and needlework.
"What about the oriole?" Dan Niang asked puzzledly.
"Ask the cook to go to the market and see how the fish is cooked, then you will know." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Dan Niang said oh.
"Okay, I've written it down." She said happily, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang again and sighing, "Sister, you are so amazing."
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and replied.
"Sister, my father and uncle said that you are a miracle doctor. Are you a miracle doctor?" Danniang asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped her hand and sat up straight.
"I think I might be more like a cook," she looked down at the robe that was gradually taking shape on the floor, "or... a tailor."
Quzhou, Prince Xiu's Mansion.
King Xiu has been laid to rest, but the funeral rites in King Xiu's palace have not yet been removed.
Under the white lanterns at night, the huge Xiuwang Mansion looks like daylight.
There are many servants outside the main door of Princess Xiu's main room.
"Prince."
The sounds of salutes and greetings came one by one from outside the door, and the servants standing there rose and fell like waves.
A young man wearing white mourning clothes and a white belt strode over. His clothes were fluttering, his figure was steady, his face was solemn, his eye sockets were red, and his belt was haggard.
Two maids kneeling in the corridor stretched out their hands to pull the paper door open, and pearlescent green light poured out from the door.
The boy steps indoors.
"Prince."
There are two rows of men and women, young or old, sitting on their knees in the room. They are all wearing mourning clothes. They sit upright at the same time and then salute.
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The year-end final accounts are complicated, so I can only update them once in these two days, sorry. (To be continued)
