"Oops, Old Man Mo is coughing again!" Xi'er shouted anxiously.
Bai Weiwei pondered for a moment, then quickly ordered to Xi'er, "Xi'er, I need to tire you a little bit. You go make a cup of the honey you bought and bring it to daddy later. I'll go take a look."
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the room where there was a lot of coughing.
Mo Laoliu's room is the one on the east side, next to Ling Qiao'er's room.
Bai Weiwei walked into the house. His house was not big but very bright.
Mo Qianxun cleaned it up very cleanly for him.
The poor sixth man was sitting on the bed coughing. When he saw Bai Weiwei coming in, he coughed harder and his face turned red.
Bai Weiwei was not impatient at all, she quickly went over and patted him on the back: "Dad, wait a minute, drink some honey to moisturize yourself."
Xi'er brought the honey water, and she hurriedly took it and thoughtfully fed it to the poor sixth man to drink. She nervously watched him drink it slowly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when his cough improved.
Her actions moved Poor Lao Liu a little. This girl really regarded Poor Lao Liu as a relative.
Ever since he became ill, she has not shown any sign of disdain. Instead, she has been caring and caring every day.
She is a very filial daughter-in-law, not as unbearable as the rumors say.
I really hope she will always be my daughter-in-law...
The poor sixth man covered his heart with his hands, took a few deep breaths, sipped his eyes, and leaned back to lie down. Bai Weiwei immediately spread his back to make him lie down more comfortably.
Tucking the quilt in for him, he said gently: "Dad, you should often drink some honey water to moisturize yourself from now on. Mo Qianxun said that the disease was caused by you working too hard in the past, so you should not help him.
Don't worry about those farm jobs. From now on, with us, you just have to enjoy yourself. You can rest, I'll go see if Ling Qiaoer is back."
The poor husband smiled and closed his eyes, and then she signaled Xi'er to go out gently.
The weak and poor old man in the room waited for them to leave, and immediately opened his eyes. His eyes looked extremely clear, and there was no trace of illness in his mind.
He stared at the roof, not knowing what he was thinking.
Just by looking at the fingers on his back that are trembling slightly, you can tell that he is struggling with something.
Gently pushing open the wooden door of Ling Qiaoer's room, Bai Weiwei looked into the room, she was really lying on the bed.
But she seemed to be very impatient while sleeping, probably because she was awakened by a cough from her dream, so she angrily pulled the quilt over her head to block the heavy cough coming from next door.
Seeing her like this, Bai Weiwei couldn't bear to disturb her anymore and let her rest. After running for a day, she was tired after all.
Walking into the kitchen, Yun'er was really nimble. In just a moment, she boiled a large pot of hot water.
Yun'er was rolling back her sleeves and ladling water from the steaming pot into the wooden bucket next to her. After scooping enough into the small bucket, she was about to lift it up. She immediately walked over and stopped her.
: "What are you doing? Yun'er, put it down. I'll pick it up."
"How can this be possible, miss? You have never weighed such a heavy thing before." Yun'er shook her head in disbelief.
She glared at Yun'er and said, "Then I can't let you, a pregnant woman, handle it. I'll feel guilty. I'm already very sorry for asking you to boil water for me." As she said that, she had already lifted the bucket of water to the room.
Walk in.
In the room, where Mo Qianxun slept on the floor at night, there was a large wooden bathtub.