Mrs. Qin pushed Qin Daping, "Go and call your mother-in-law for dinner!"

Qin Daping said sullenly, "If you ignore her, you'll starve to death! I think she hasn't been on the bed for three days."

Mrs. Qin stood up, filled a bowl full of dry rice, piled a thick layer of vegetables on top of the rice, and handed it to Qin Daping.

"Don't talk nonsense. It's fair to say that she's unhappy. Who's willing to cut down the half-shrunk rice and wheat without actually seeing the hail? Send it to her quickly. It's been two days of exhaustion."

"Give her an egg."

Qin Daping had a stiff mouth, but he took the bowl and legs and walked towards the house sincerely.

Mrs. Qin didn't even notice her son's appearance, "Go ahead!"

Zhao Jin'er took a few bites of rice and took Qin Muxiu's meal back to the house.

"Axiu, you eat first, and I'll stew the medicine and bird's nest for you."

Qin Muxiu looked at his little daughter-in-law who was as busy as a top and felt a little distressed, "Don't stew the bird's nest. I'm much better now. Just drink a cup every two days."

Zhao Jin'er's little head straightened up, "How can that happen? The most important thing in treating diseases and maintaining health is to pursue the victory. Since you think you are getting better, you should take the medicine and drink the bird's nest on time and in the right amount."

It seemed to make sense, but Qin Muxiu couldn't find anything to say to refute it.

Zhao Jin'er fiddled with the stove and asked Qin Musiu, "Axiu, do you think this hail will really fall? I'm always worried, afraid of hurting everyone."

It will fall, of course it will fall.

September 27th, midnight today.

Of course, Qin Muxiu would not say it so bluntly. He just said, "Whether it's possible or not, don't tell anyone that it was you who told Wu Banxian."

Zhao Jin'er knew that Qin Muxiu was trying to protect herself, so she bit her lip and nodded.

Looking at her cute little appearance, something stirred in Qin Muxiu's heart:

This girl, why are her lips so red and tender?

It's like rose tofu.

Why can’t my little face tan?

It's like frozen lard.

After doing so much rough work, my little hands don’t get calluses, they look like ten green onion sticks...

"Okay, you eat first, and I'll fetch water to wash up." Zhao Jin'er didn't know what Qin Muxiu was thinking, so he brought the medicine and bird's nest to the table and ran out like a little rabbit.

After a while, two basins of water were brought back, "Everyone has been exhausted these past two days, and the water hasn't boiled much. Let's make do with it. You wash it first, and I'll wash it after you finish."

Qin Muchiu looked at her with a smile, "You first."

Zhao Jin'er wiped her face twice and showed it to him, "You should go first. Look, I've been touching the ground all day and my face is gray."

"Then wash together."

Zhao Jin'er: "..."

In the end, he twisted the handkerchief and asked Qin Musiu to wipe his face before wiping it himself.

When washing feet, Qin Muxiu insisted on staying together, "When I finish washing, the water will be cold, let's stay together."

Zhao Jin'er really couldn't resist him, so she brought a small stool to the opposite side of him, "Okay, let's go together."
Chapter completed!