Before Tang Qing opened his eyes, he smelled a strong aroma of meat.
Last night, Tang Qing first lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
After looking at the scars left by major surgery on her body, Tang Qing was in a low mood. She wanted to go to bed and cry, but the photo of her and her dead husband hanging on the bedside fell down and covered her face.
I didn't dare to move around my body, and I couldn't move at once. After all, the injury hadn't healed yet.
The amazing thing is that Tang Qing actually fell asleep under the cover of the group photo, and when he woke up, it was almost dawn.
Through the morning light coming in through the window, Tang Qing felt something strange about the group photo. She reached out to take it and took a look. She was so frightened that she sat up and took a closer look. She didn't feel any pain during the whole process.
In the morning light, Tang Qing saw that the group photo was blank, without her and her dead husband, and became a piece of white paper. And the scars on his body were all smeared with a layer of colorful things, making them no longer so ugly.
There was a clanking sound outside the bedroom, which was probably Xiaoqiang who was busy in the kitchen. Tang Qing stood up quickly, put on his clothes, released the inner lock of the originally locked bedroom door, went to bed and lay down again.
After this series of actions, Tang Qing still felt no pain and seemed very relaxed.
Tang Qing fell into a deep sleep again with ease, and when he woke up he smelled a strong smell of meat.
"Qing'er, did you sleep well?"
Mom leaned over and asked Tang Qing.
Tang Qing blinked and replied with a smile:
"Okay, I'll sleep until dawn."
"Are you hungry? Let me feed you some chicken soup."
Mom picked up a big bowl on the bedside table.
"I'm going to wash up first. I feel a little uncomfortable without taking a shower for so long."
Tang Qing lifted up the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.
"No, no, no, don't get up. I'll wipe you."
Tang Qing's mother didn't care to put down the big bowl in her hand and stretched out her other hand to stop Tang Qing. The big bowl of chicken soup almost spilled onto the bed.
Tang Qing took the large bowl of chicken soup from her mother and put it on the bedside table. Then she pushed away her mother's hand that stopped her, got out of bed lightly, and walked to the closet to look for a change of clothes.
"You, you, you..."
Tang Qing's mother looked at Tang Qing's series of actions and was dumbfounded and unbelievable.
Tang Qing walked out of the bedroom holding a change of clothes, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the cold water faucet.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Tang Qing's father was completely confused when he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
"Xiaoqiang's grandma, what happened to Qing'er?"
Tang Qing's father-in-law poked his head into the bedroom and asked Tang Qing's mother.
Tang Qing's mother was still in a daze, as if she couldn't hear what Tang Qing's father-in-law was asking.
"Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, aren't you happy that mom is well? Come, sit down and eat the fried rice cakes I made."
Xiaoqiang was not surprised at all and happily came over to invite the three old people.
The three old people didn't seem to hear Xiaoqiang's shouting and remained motionless in place.
"Well, it's comfortable. Xiaoqiang, can you make fried rice cakes? I'll have a big bowl of them later."
Tang Qing walked out of the bathroom, feeling steamed all over. Seeing his father and father-in-law still stunned at the door of the bathroom and bedroom, he smiled and said:
"What are you doing here? Your nephew and grandson made such delicious fried rice cakes. Come over and eat them."
"you?!"
"You? You?!"
When Tang Qing's father and father-in-law saw Tang Qing coming out, they hurriedly stepped aside, looking as surprised as if they had seen some kind of monster?
After Tang Qing put the clothes he had washed into the washing machine, he went back to the bedroom to dry his hair with a hair dryer. When he saw his mother staring at her suspiciously, he blew the hair dryer a few times on her hair.
"You, you, what are you doing? You, you, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Qing's mother ran out of the bedroom in a panic.
"Hahaha……"
Tang Qing's silvery laughter echoed through the cabin along with the whirring sound of the hair dryer, sweeping away the silence and haze that had characterized the cabin for many days.
After cleaning up, Tang Qing walked out of the bedroom and came to the dining table.
"Xiaoqiang, how do you make fried rice cakes for breakfast?"
"Mom, this is dinner."
"Dinner? Is it evening? I slept all day?"
"Yes, Qing, is there something wrong with your brain? You've been sleeping all day, and now you're like this. It scares my mother to death."
Tang Qing's mother finally came to her senses, walked to Tang Qing's side, and stretched out her hand to press Tang Qing's forehead.
Tang Qing took the initiative to put his forehead close to his mother's and asked with a smile:
"Does your fever exceed 40 degrees?"
"I was joking with my mother, asking, are you really feeling better?"
"What do you think?"
"How do I know? Why are you so crazy?"
"Am I crazy? Why don't you send me to the Fifth People's Hospital?"
"Okay, okay, I'll call 120 right away."
Tang Qing's father took out his mobile phone.
Tang Qing grabbed his father's cell phone and threw it on the dining table.
"Can your broken cell phone still work? If we go to the Fifth People's Hospital, you should go together. I think your mental illness is worse than mine."
Tang Qing said as he sat down on the chair, picked up a bowl full of fried rice cakes and ate it heartily.
"Qing, you, you, are you really okay?"
Eunuch Tang Qing came over cautiously and asked Tang Qing.
Tang Qing raised his head, chewing the fried rice cake in his mouth and responded vaguely:
"Do you think there's anything wrong with me?"
"It'll be fine if it's okay, it'll be fine if it's okay."
Eunuch Tang Qing immediately sat on the chair next to him, picked up his chopsticks and ate the fried rice cake.
"Mom and dad, why don't you eat it? Do you look down on my Xiaoqiang? The fried rice cakes he makes are no worse than yours."
"Yes, yes, I can't make it so delicious. My Xiaoqiang is really good!"
"Thank you for the compliment, grandpa. Eat more, there is still more in the pot. Grandpa and grandma, if you don't like the fried rice cakes I made, why don't I cook them for you."
"No, no, no, the fried rice cakes made by our Xiaoqiang are delicious."
"That's right, the fried rice cakes made by Xiaoqiang are full of color, flavor and flavor."
Tang Qing's mother and father sat down and picked up their chopsticks.
"Dad, Dad, you don't have to go to the People's Barber Shop from tomorrow on. I will go there myself."
Tang Qing ate half a bowl of fried rice cake and felt more energetic.
"Will you go by yourself?"
"Are you physically able?"
Tang Qing's father and father-in-law were in disbelief.
"For those of you who can eat a bowl of fried rice cakes, do you think you can do that?"
Tang Qing quickly finished the remaining half bowl of fried rice cake and wiped his mouth.
"Okay, you can just say it, but you won't be able to listen to our advice anyway."
Tang Qing's father curled his lips and buried himself in eating fried rice cakes.
Tang Qing's mother and father-in-law had no intention of eating anymore, so they put down their chopsticks and advised Tang Qing:
"Qing'er, you'd better rest for a while. It will take a hundred days to break your muscles and bones. You have undergone major surgery."
"Yes, Qing, you may feel better now, but you will still be unable to bear it if you really move."
"Mom, Dad, don't worry, I know my own body, and I will never show off."
"Hmph, you can't show off your strength, you can't show off your strength, how could you not get into trouble if you show off your strength?"
Tang Qing's father finished the last bite of fried rice cake, slapped his chopsticks on the dining table, stood up, turned around and walked out the door.
"Hey, hey, hey, there is a rule for eating at my house. You must wash the dishes and chopsticks you use yourself, otherwise you will never leave my house."
Tang Qing went over and grabbed his dad.
"You, you, you are so messy. I never wash the dishes in my own home. You still want me to wash the dishes in your home?"
"Who told you to sit down and eat without asking me the rules of my house?"
"Who knew you had this rule in your house? You didn't post it on the wall?"
"Xiaoqiang, go over and write these rules on paper and put them on the wall."
"Mom, what do you write?"
"Wash the dishes and chopsticks you use yourself."
"Okay!"
Xiaoqiang really ran into his small room, picked up the brush and brushed it and wrote and pasted it as Tang Qing said.
"Xiaoqiang, read it to your grandpa."
"Grandpa, listen carefully, you use your own dishes and chopsticks..."
Before Xiaoqiang finished reading, there was a rapid knock on the door.