The optician doctor mysteriously wanted to tell Tang Qing about Li Li, and Tang Qing became even more disgusted with him. Carpenter Wang was curious about Li Li's personal affairs and the optician's special concern for Tang Qing.
It made Tang Qing not want to stay in the hospital anymore.
But when she just walked to the gate of the hospital, she saw her father-in-law rushing to the hospital with his son in his arms.
"Xiaoqiang?! What's wrong with Xiaoqiang?"
Tang Qing rushed forward to greet him.
"You have a fever, it's extremely hot."
The father-in-law replied as he walked.
"Ah? So hot?"
Tang Qing took his son from his father-in-law and ran to the clinic building.
"Go to the emergency room, you don't need to register there."
The mother-in-law who followed behind shouted.
"Go to the pediatrician!"
Tang Qing did not change direction. She would never go to the emergency room again today.
How can a person who doesn't know how to respect others gain respect from others?
To respect others, you must first respect his or her privacy. Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, and don’t say what you shouldn’t say.
Not only that, you should also consider the other person, keep the other person's secrets, put yourself in the other person's shoes, and do some explaining work for him or her, instead of being curious yourself, gossiping, adding fuel and jealousy, talking about myths, hearsay, and being stupid.
The tail is said to be a whole cow, in order to prevent chaos in the world.
"Dad, you go and register. I'll take Xiaoqiang to the queue first."
Tang Qing was really able to do two things at once. She was thinking wildly while seeking medical treatment for her son.
This may have something to do with her profession. It has become a habit to shave her hair and think freely in her mind.
When someone comes to have his or her hair shaved, you can't keep chatting with him/her all the time, not to mention that Tang Qing usually doesn't like to talk too much.
Both her grandfather and her father often warned her that as a barber, she must not talk too much and must be tight-lipped. If a customer comes over and he or she doesn't say anything, you must not take the initiative to speak, let alone ask questions when you have nothing to say.
People have shortcomings. If a customer trusts you and tells you something that is on their mind, just keep it in your heart. You must not make a fuss in front of other people.
"Oh, when will it be our Xiaoqiang's turn to see a doctor after such a long queue? Can this hospital be opened wider? Why is it so difficult for us ordinary people to see a doctor?"
My mother-in-law looked at the long queue in front of the pediatric clinic and couldn't help but complain.
Tang Qing was anxious and helpless, so he had to hold his son and sit on a plastic chair in the corridor to wait patiently.
There is nothing you can do if you are impatient? There is only one hospital of this size in Shancheng, especially for pediatrics. Community hospitals and street hospitals cannot see it at all, and there are no professional pediatricians.
Tang Qing couldn't figure out why the hospital's business was so good every day, with people coming and going, bustling and endless.
Alas, it would be great if my barber shop business was so busy. Even if I am exhausted, I am still willing to do it.
Since the streets and alleys were filled with all kinds of Meike hair salons, the business of People's Barber Shop has been quite deserted, and most of them are regular customers.
"grandmother……"
The son in his arms murmured.
"Xiaoqiang, grandma is here."
The mother-in-law came over and gently touched her son's little hand.
"cockroach!"
Tang Qing stared at his son in his arms, his eyes couldn't help but become moist.
Grandma instead of calling mom.
Logically speaking, when a child encounters difficulties or feels unwell, the first thing he should think of is his mother. But my son, who had a fever and was seriously ill, called his grandma, not me, his mother.
Five years old. My son is five years old this year. How much time do I have to spend with him? Am I still a mother?
Half an hour before I gave birth to him five years ago, I was still shaving my head normally, but my stomach suddenly hurt. My colleagues and customers rushed me to the hospital, and I gave birth as soon as I entered the delivery room.
The day after my son was one month old, I went to the shop to have my head shaved as normal. My mother-in-law brought me over twice a day to feed me. Later, my amount was too small, so my mother-in-law didn’t even carry me over.
Originally, my son's father would bring him over to sleep with us every night. After his father drowned, he stayed with his grandparents. I would visit him once a week at most. Now I am the only one in the store, which opens from 8 a.m. to late at night.
It closed at eight o'clock, so there was no time to go over and see him.
The mother-in-law wanted to bring him to the shop to play more often, but the father-in-law, his father, and his mother did not agree, saying that the barber shop should be a refreshing and clean place, so how could children be allowed to play there?
My mother-in-law said, there are not many children who come here to have their heads shaved when they are one month old, one hundred days old, or one year old?
The father-in-law said, that is the customer, the customer is God, don’t you understand?
The mother-in-law said, don’t the neighbors also take their children to the barber shop?
My father-in-law said that People’s Barber Shop was originally a barber shop owned by neighbors. Neighbors brought their children to play there to increase its popularity. Our own children were different. In the past, it would only affect the image of People’s Barber Shop.
The mother-in-law had no choice but to sigh and said: Well, my Xiaoqiang has forgotten what his father looks like, so does he have to forget what his mother looks like too?
"cockroach!"
Tang Qing's tears fell on her son's young face.
This childish little face is round and round, just like Tang Qing, and the printing plate looks just like it. Without DNA identification, outsiders will know that he is born to Tang Qing.
After getting off work at the hospital, Tang Qing and her father-in-law and mother-in-law worked together to treat their son. Fortunately, there was no serious problem, but the fan was blowing for too long at night, and he ate a popsicle early in the morning, which caused him to feel cold and gastrointestinal discomfort, so he received an infusion.
Then he ate his favorite snacks and jumped out of the hospital gate.
Children don't fake illnesses, that's true.
"Xiaoqiang, slow down, be careful not to fall!"
Seeing his son running out of the hospital gate, Tang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and thought silently, today he entered the hospital three times and was blocked twice when he left the hospital. This time he must go out smoothly and go home.
"Mom, I'm going to eat KDJ tonight!"
The son turned around and shouted to Tang Qing.
"Xiaoqiang, it's not good for kdj to eat too much. The doctor said you should eat lighter. Grandma will make soup dumplings for you when you go back."
Before Tang Qing could answer, her mother-in-law refused her son's request.
Tang Qing originally wanted to agree to her son's request happily. Since she learned to speak, he has made only a handful of requests to her. Can she refuse to agree?
"Grandma, then mommy will eat with us!"
"good!"
Tang Qing replied loudly, her son's childlike request made her burst into tears instantly.
How much have I given to my son? But my son regards being able to eat a bowl of soup dumplings with me as a happy thing. Why should I complain about life?
Tang Qing's father-in-law and mother-in-law also lived in Ximentou, not far from where Tang Qing lived, but one was on this side of Ximen and the other on the other side of Ximen.
The house of the two elderly people is a room in a large terrace, with two floors, a wooden structure, and a total of about 40 square meters. They cook downstairs and sleep upstairs.
Although the house is old and small, it is neat and tidy. My mother-in-law is a very good housekeeper.
Tang Qing and her mother-in-law made soup dumplings together, her father-in-law made a fire and boiled water, and her son ran in and out of the house, saying to everyone he met:
"My mother is making soup dumplings with us tonight!"
Extremely excited!
Soup dumplings are a special snack in Shancheng. They are similar to wontons in the north, but smaller than wontons. Especially the dough is rolled out so thin that it can be described as as thin as cicada wings.
Tang Qing held a piece of dough in his left hand and a toothpick in his right hand. He dipped a little of the meat filling mixed by his mother-in-law into the center of the dough, then pinched it gently until the dough ball formed into a butterfly shape, and a Yancheng soup dumpling was ready.
My father-in-law came over and put the wrapped soup dumplings into the boiling water in the pot. After a while, the sinking soup dumplings surfaced from the boiling water. He scooped them up with a spoon and put them into a large bowl. Then he poured an egg drop on top and put them in.
A few chopped green onions are definitely a delicacy on the tip of the tongue.
"Master Jiujin, Master Jiujin, are Master Jiujin here?"
Tang Qing had just helped her mother-in-law wash the dishes when a shout came from outside the stage door.
"Hey, there it is!"
Tang Qing wiped his hands and looked outside the stage door.
