"Hmm, it's so uncomfortable... Hmm," the little girl opened her misty eyes and muttered unconsciously, but was covered by sudden pain. Then, like the surging tide, the memory poured in, completely submerging his consciousness that he had not yet woken up.
Moonlight through the glass window, reflected in the room, a slightly old but tidy little bed, curled up a little girl with wine red hair, tight eyebrows, thin and slender hands holding her head, pain made her pale face appear sickly red.
Late at night, the bleak moonlight fell on the little girl's face, like an old man's kind hand, trying to calm her pain.
In the morning, the sound of "Bobo, Bobo" was heard on the ridge of the wooden structure, but it soon flew away.
The rustle of sweeping in the yard outside the house drifted through the half open window and reached the little girl's ears who was sprawled in sleep.
The little girl on the bed frowned slightly and turned over, leaning sideways. She pulled the quilt that had been kicked aside at some time. The warmth covered her whole body again. She smashed her mouth comfortably and continued to sleep peacefully.
I don't know how long later, the door of the house opened carefully, and there was a gentle sound of footsteps.
"Musashi~, Musashi~" A gentle and slightly haggard female voice came from the bedside. The woman saw the little girl's sleeping posture, smiled slightly, and relaxed her eyebrows.
Then he covered the little girl's forehead with some rough but warm hands, and his face appeared a little relaxed, like confirmation. Then he put the back of his hand close to his forehead and stuck it on the little girl's forehead. After repeated several times, the anxiety between the eyebrows finally receded, and he relaxed his breath: "Thank God, the fever has finally subsided."
"Woo~" The little girl on the bed finally felt abnormal. She unfolded her curled body like a kitten, straightened her hands and feet, and yawned vaguely. Then she woke up slowly.
Half opened his eyes and looked at the woman for a long time, as if to reconfirm something. After a long time, he said, "Good morning, Mom."
His voice is a little hoarse
When the woman heard this, her heart ached and she quickly asked the little girl, "Musashi, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
The little girl, Musashi, thought for a moment and nodded: "Well, I'm much more comfortable, but I'm tired and still want to sleep."
Her voice was coquettish, her hands were open, she hugged the woman's plump body because of her age, and smiled.
"You are naughty again. Let go of your hand first, and Mom will cook porridge for you. But don't get out of bed. You should keep warm just after the fever has subsided. Don't catch cold again."
As he spoke, he nodded Musashi's nose and sent him into the bed to press the edge of the quilt. Then he was ready to get up and serve hot porridge.
"Mommy, Musashi wants something sweet to drink." Musashi grabbed the quilt with both hands and looked at the woman, playing coquettish with the unique soft voice of a child.
"Good, good. But only this time, you know." The woman petted Musashi, nodded and agreed.
(Successful negotiation, obtaining part of skill negotiation information 1/5)
Several Chinese symbols suddenly appeared in front of Musashi. Ignoring these characters, I began to imagine the taste of sweet porridge.
"Hmm? Hmm! I knew Mom was the best. Is Dad gone?" Musashi nodded and then asked.
"No, he's having dinner. What's wrong?" said the woman.
"Well... when I have enough rest, I will say hello to my father." The little girl thought for a while and said.
"Then you should have a good rest. You can't kick the quilt in the future, okay?" The woman pinched Musashi's nose and told him.
"I know, I know, Musashi knows, Musashi is hungry~" I don't want to hear more about it. The teacher hurriedly changed the topic.
"Well, Mom will bring you porridge now." The woman had no choice but to get up and go downstairs.
"It must be very delicious, hee hee." Musashi recalled the taste in his memory and happily shrank into the quilt.
The woman went down the stairs, turned into the kitchen, picked up a clean porcelain bowl, and carefully put out a bowl of porridge. The porridge was very fragrant and thick, which was decorated with beautiful blue fruit grains.
Place the bowl stably, take out a glass jar from the upper locker, look at the granulated sugar that will cover the bottom, look slightly and sigh.
Twist the lid to scoop out a little, and sprinkle it on the steaming fruit porridge. Before the woman put the sugar jar in place, it melted away.
Place the sugar jar and mix it carefully. He touched the spoon with his lips and nodded. The temperature was just right, so he went upstairs to send it to the girl.
"Musashi, get up and have porridge."
The woman looked at Musashi, who was full of expectation, smiled and put porridge on the small cabinet beside the bed.
"Yes"
Musashi nodded. He wanted to get up on his own, but he found his body weak and his face depressed.
"Don't worry about it. It will be fine if you take more rest. You dare to kick the quilt. Come to Mom to help you. One, two, three, get up."
The woman put her hands under the girl's armpit, shouted slogans, pulled the girl's body out of the quilt, and placed the pillow so that Musashi could rest more comfortably.
"That's all right, Musashi. Look what this is." The woman brought porridge to Musashi and said mysteriously.
"Sweet porridge! There are also fruits, and it smells so sweet." Musashi said with a curved smile.
"Our family belongs to your small eyes, and your mother feeds you." The woman said happily.
"En" The girl waited for the woman to feed her.
Carefully scoop up a spoonful of porridge to cool it gently, touch the lower lip and feel the temperature is just right, then put it into the girl's mouth.
The blue pulp with faint sweet and sour taste and warm porridge enter the mouth, chew slightly, and enter the empty stomach along the esophagus, instantly warming the whole body.
(By eating orange and orange fruit porridge, the blood volume recovery speed is slightly improved.)
Although the system is working hard to refresh its sense of existence, this information is still lost.
"It's so sweet. Eat it well. Musashi also wants it." The girl squinted and said happily.
Hearing the girl's praise, the woman smiled and repeated the previous action. She scooped up a spoonful again and carefully blew it into Musashi's mouth. Soon a bowl of fruit porridge went into the little girl's stomach.
Musashi was satisfied and felt the heat slowly dissipated from his stomach. "Eat well. The food cooked by his mother is the best."
The woman said with a smile, "Just have a good rest and you will be fine soon."
"Mm-hmm. Musashi will get better soon after he has rested." The girl replied cleverly.
The woman carried the girl back into the bed, straightened the quilt, kissed the little girl who was not born by herself, smiled, put away the dishes and walked out quietly.
Going downstairs, the top pillar of the house was wearing shoes. Looking up at the woman who came downstairs, she asked, "Qingzi, how is Musashi? Is he any better?"
"Much better, the fever has subsided, but she is a little weak. Give her some fruit porridge, and she will be able to run and jump again tomorrow when she has a rest." The woman named Qingzi said to the man with a smile.
"That's good. It seems that yesterday's medicine is very effective. I'll stop by to thank Dr. Yin Gu later. I'm out." When the man heard the good news, his face also burst into a smile, not worried.
"The child's father, when he comes back... forget it, be careful on the way." The woman thought about the sugar at home, hesitated, and waved goodbye to the man who went out.
"Well, you should be careful at home. I'm leaving." Adjust the front of the old Fuji bike, sigh slightly, stand up and smile, wave to Qingzi, get on the bike, and move towards the work point.
The woman watched her husband go away, waved her hand, closed the gate, and began the day's housework.
