No one expected that that night, Ning Xiang would wake up.

Dong's mother was old, and she couldn't support it for a few days, so she was only helped back to the house by her daughter-in-law to rest, and when Ning Xiang woke up, she saw Tian alone at the head of the bed, napping.

Seeing her sister-in-law, Ning Xiang's heart was hot, although she was very sick these days, she also knew that her mother and Tian's clothes were taking care of herself these days, she only cared about herself wanting to see Liang Bozhao, but she never thought that she was weak, and she couldn't stand such a toss, such a disease made her family worry not to mention, and added a lot of trouble to her mother and sister-in-law.

"Sister-in-law...", her voice was weak, but even so, Tian was still an agitated spirit, woke up, and saw Ning Xiang open her eyes, Tian immediately breathed a sigh of relief and recited Amitabha, "Sister is finally awake, tell my sister-in-law, is it still uncomfortable?" ”

Ning Xiang shook her head, seeing that Tian was a lot haggard, she was even more unhappy in her heart; "Sister-in-law, don't stay guarded, go back to the house and sleep."

Her voice was very soft, and she was weak in her illness, which only made people feel distressed to hear, Tian stepped forward to tuck the quilt for her and smiled; "My sister-in-law has already sent someone to Yizhou, only saying that you are sick, let my uncle go home quickly, I am afraid that in a few days, you will be able to see him."

When Ning Xiang heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up, she looked at Tian without blinking, and said softly; "Sister-in-law didn't lie to me?"

"What are you lying to do, you hurry up and take care of your body, otherwise when your uncle comes back, you will feel distressed when you look at it." Tian's smile and groaning, his words were like reassuring Ning Xiang, as long as he thought that he would be able to see Xianggong in two days, even the disease would be a little better. Ning Xiang lay on the bed all night, and after two days, she was able to support herself to get out of bed.

She first cleaned herself up, thinking that Liang Bozhao was coming back soon, and she didn't want to do anything, so she wanted to make him a dumpling. Regardless of the dissuasion of his mother and sister-in-law, he dragged his sick body home, only his sister-in-law went to He Butcher's house to help her cut two catties of meat, and there was still a surplus of white noodles saved by the family during the New Year, and she bought a few eggs from a neighbor, prepared everything, and planned to make dumplings for Liang Bozhao to eat.

After preparing the things, Ning Xiang didn't have any strength, Tian helped her clean up the house, and she was worried about accompanying her at Liang's house for one night, seeing that she didn't have a fever at night, and her complexion when she got up in the morning was also a lot better, so she only told her a few words, and went home by herself.

After her sister-in-law left, Ning Xiang went to the stove room, she first lit a fire to boil water, then washed her hands and noodles, chopped pork and woad together, added chopped green onions and salt, stirred into a filling, and dripped some sesame oil in it, and finally rolled out the dough and wrapped the dumplings.

She was just recovering from a serious illness, and she couldn't even stand, so she could only lean on the edge of the stove, and even her eyes were black, but when she thought of Liang Bozhao's love for food, all the hard work disappeared, and she only looked forward to the man's return to his hometown and make a delicious meal for him.

One by one, the dumplings were pinched into a half-moon shape by her skillful hands, neatly placed on the board, she didn't know when Liang Bozhao would come back, and she didn't dare to put the dumplings in the pot, but it could be counted as days, if he received the news, he would rush back from Yizhou, and it happened that it was time to get home today.

Ning Xiang raised her sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, her face was snow-white, and she only felt that her ears were buzzing, but looking at those dumplings, the corners of her lips were filled with a weak smile.

It was at this moment that there was a knock on the door.

Ning Xiang's heart blossomed, but when Liang Bozhao came back, she didn't care about anything, and immediately opened the door, and saw a gentle and handsome young man standing outside the house, who was the third son.