Therefore, she quickly scooped a large spoonful of rice from the rice bag sent by Zhou's family, washed it, and then put it in the pot to cook white rice porridge.
When Wang saw Zhuqing cooking porridge, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Qingya, why did you cook it? This is rice!"
Zhuqing added firewood to the fire and said to her: "Mom, my brother's fever has subsided now, and it's time to take a good rest! I heard that white rice porridge is the most nourishing, so I cooked some porridge for him."
Zhuqing said that Wang agreed. She also knew that what her son needed most at the moment was to take good care of himself.
These things sent by the Zhou family are exactly what the family needs most at the moment. It's just that there are so many things that she can't accept them for a while.
And when she saw the ingot of broken silver that Zhuqing gave her and knew that it was given by the Zhou family's aunt who had been at home before, she was even more moved.
"Hey, let's try our best to find ways to return gifts in the future! The Zhou family is so polite and considerate this time." Ms. Wang didn't even know what to say.
The aroma of rice porridge soon filled the house.
"Creak..." followed by the sound of the dilapidated wooden door
There was a soft sound, and someone came in from outside the door.
"Who is it?" Mrs. Wang hurriedly walked over and was surprised when she saw the person coming: "Master, why are you back now? Didn't you say you would be here for ten days?"
"I heard that Shan'er was not doing well after work. I was worried, so I came back to have a look." It was Sun Fucheng, the head of the Sun family, who came back.
He has always been worried about his youngest son's health. He used to work in the town, but today he heard from an acquaintance that he saw his eldest daughter going to the largest pharmacy in the town. He didn't quite believe it, and he didn't believe it.
Don't worry, I'll be back.
"Shan'er had a high fever at noon and fainted. Fortunately, Qingya went to ask Doctor Qian to come over and he was able to revive her. Later, Qingya helped the old lady of the Zhou family in the county to spit up, and the Zhou family gave her so many thanks.
"Etiquette." Mrs. Wang gave an overview of the situation at home.
"Doctor Qian? Qian Bingren? His medical fees are very valuable. Where does our family get the money? The Zhou family? Is it the richest Zhou family in the county?" Sun Fucheng is very interested in people and things around his family.
It's familiar.
When he heard about Doctor Qian Bingren, his first reaction was his high medical fees.
"The Zhou family has already said hello to us for Dr. Qian's consultation fee. Qingya also said that when Shan'er is well, she will work at his house to pay for it." Mrs. Wang slowly explained the matter to him one by one.
"I don't know if it's the richest family in the county. I have to ask Qingya when Qingya goes there." Apart from Xiuzhu Village and her family's Wangjiagou, she has never traveled far, so she doesn't know about the Zhou family.
The details of.
"Their family sent a mule cart to bring Qingya back. I think the mule is so tall and has strong legs and feet. It's quite impressive. It's no worse than the mule of the family in our village." Wang's description made Sun Fucheng bear it.
He kept frowning.
He saw a lot of food piled up in the house and asked, "Are these sent by the Zhou family? Isn't this gift too heavy? I'm afraid our family can't afford to pay it back."
Mrs. Wang echoed: "Who says it's not the case! Hey, boss, what do you think we can do to repay this relationship?"
The conversation between the two of them fully exposed their honest and responsible nature.
Zhuqing was secretly glad that the parents she had traveled through time were not the best parents in some stories.
"The porridge is ready, parents, come and eat together!" Zhu Qing picked up the coarse porcelain bowl, scooped out a bowl for everyone, and brought it to the old wooden table.
"This white rice porridge is so valuable! Qingya, you and Shan'er can just eat it." Wang and Sun Fucheng declined in unison.
"We have sweet potato rice to eat, so let's not eat porridge." Mrs. Wang poured the porridge into the pot again.
I scooped out two bowls of indiscernible paste from another pot, and Sun Fucheng and I ate together.
Zhu Qing couldn't help but shake his head when he saw it, and suddenly remembered that when he came back, Uncle Ding had packed himself a snack from a restaurant in the town.
He quickly found it, heated it up, and put it in front of Wang and the others: "Mom, I brought these snacks back from the restaurant in town! Uncle Ding, the driver, bought them for me."
"Oh, these snacks are very expensive. You girl, why do you let people spend so much money!" Mrs. Wang couldn't help but blame her after seeing it.
"Next time we meet, I have to bring him something as a gift in return!" Sun Fucheng glanced at the snacks Zhu Qing brought to the table and said.
"Qingya, you have been tired for a long day. Eat more of these snacks." Although Zhuqing placed the snacks in front of her parents, neither Wang nor Sun Fucheng moved their chopsticks.
"Mom, I ate it in the restaurant, you go ahead and eat it!" Seeing that they didn't do anything, Zhu Qing picked it up and put it directly in their bowls.
"Hey, you kid! We won't eat, leaving it to you and Zhushan..." Mrs. Wang really loves her two children.
"Mom, just try it! The weather is hot, and so many snacks will go bad if left for a long time. Zhushan's body has just begun to recover, and his stomach is weak, so he can't eat food that was left overnight." Zhu Qing persuaded, and then glanced at Sun
Surprise flashed across Fucheng's face.
"This is what the doctor told me. My brother is not in good health and can only eat fresh food that can be digested." She added.
As a doctor, she really couldn't get rid of her habit of casually giving doctors' orders.
"In that case, my dear, let's give it a try! Qingya is much more sensible now, and this is what she wants!" Sun Fucheng said with a trace of relief on his face.
"Well, try it!" Wang nodded. Then she said to Zhuqing: "Qingya, you eat too! Eat more, you are growing stronger. This snack is a good thing, and our family can't afford it at ordinary times.
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"I'll feed my brother some porridge first and come over later to eat." While Zhu Qing was talking to them, he heard the creaking sound of the wooden bed and guessed that his brother Zhu Shan had woken up.
When she came back, Zhushan was still awake. I heard from Wang that he fell asleep after the fever subsided.
"Shan'er is awake?" Before Zhuqing could walk over, Wang had already stood up first. Sun Fucheng followed suit.
"Mom, the room smells so good! Is it the smell of rice porridge?" Zhushan has a very good nose.
"That's right, your sister has just cooked it. Can you give me a bowl to try?" Mrs. Wang looked at her son with a loving look on her face.
"Mom, have you eaten?" Zhushan slowly sat up from the bed. He had not yet recovered his strength and seemed a little strenuous.
"We are eating!" Mrs. Wang's eyes fell on her son at this moment.
Zhu Qing picked up a bowl of cold porridge that she had scooped out in advance and came over: "Zhushan, come on, the porridge is not hot anymore."
"It's indeed rice porridge! It's so fragrant!" Zhushan saw the rice porridge in Zhuqing's hand, with a happy smile on his face.
He took the bowl, put it to the tip of his nose, smelled it, and took a big gulp.
"The rice porridge is so delicious! Sister, try it too!" Zhushan held the porridge in his mouth for a while before swallowing it. After finishing the mouthful of porridge, he looked at his sister and greeted her quickly.
"No, there's still something in the pot. If you want to drink, just drink more. But don't eat too much. The doctor said you can't eat too much now." Zhu Qing looked at Zhu Shan with a sour heart.
This child is only six or seven years old, right? He is so sensible.
Rice porridge is expensive, so he was probably afraid that he would only have one bowl at home, so he refused to eat it alone. He also wanted to let his sister taste it too.
"Is there anything else in the pot? Where did our family get the money to buy rice? Did dad get paid? Great! Daddy finally got paid again!" Zhushan's first reaction was that his father got paid, so there is rice porridge at home.
eat.
The situation of this family is really not optimistic! Zhuqing looked at Zhushan's yellow and thin face and secretly thought that he must find some way to make money as soon as possible.
