Su Qingluan just felt very tired at first, her eyelids were very heavy, and she wanted to sleep like this.

After I don't know how long, she felt a little cold on her body, so she pulled the quilt next to her and covered her body. But even so, the feeling of drilling cold air into the cracks of the bones has not been alleviated in the slightest, and Su Qingluan still feels very cold.

Although it is already autumn, it has not yet reached the late autumn of the transition between autumn and winter. What's more, since the overall economic conditions of the Su family have improved, the undesirable reed jackets and reed quilts in the family, which can only fool themselves with wintering objects, have long been replaced with good cotton sandwiches.

The quilt that Su Qingluan was covering was the quilt that Yang had made for her when Su Qingluan was rolling around the floor in the town a few days ago.

The texture of this cotton is still very fluffy, not to mention covering it in autumn, and even in winter, it can be very warm, and it is absolutely impossible to have this feeling of leaking air on all sides.

It was only at this time that Su Qingluan realized that she should have a temperature imbalance caused by a fever, so she felt that there was air leaking from all sides.

Sure enough, a mouth shouted "Ah Niang", her voice was comparable to that of a crow, and even a crow lifted her up a little - after all, a crow can still make a sound. And she seemed to be acting in a mime, her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't make any sound, only felt like she was breathing fire out every time she exhaled.

Like a fish bouncing on the shore, Su Qingluan finally gave up the difficult action of "talking", and decided to rely on himself to get out of bed and see if it was open or not - it was not early to see if it was dark outside the window, Su Qingluan estimated that Yang had almost done dinner.

Su Qingluan felt that he was a child on the outside, but he was an adult on the inside, and he didn't need to cry and cry like a real child and need to be taken care of by his father.

What's more, this time she is not like the last time she just crossed over, and basically has no memory of her illness.

But it was obvious that she was overestimating her physical condition, and when she struggled to prop up her upper body, Su Qingluan felt that her body was so soft that it seemed to be a noodle, just such a simple action, she took a long time, and she was sweating profusely!

At this time, Yang opened the curtain at the door and came in, and when he saw Su Qingluan propping himself up, he said with some surprise: "Eh, big girl, you can be regarded as awake, it's getting late today, and I'll go to the town tomorrow to ask Lang Zhong to show you - it's only been a few months since you got sick last time, why did you let yourself get sick again?" ”

As he spoke, Yang was about to reach out to probe Su Qingluan's forehead, but Su Qingluan dodged him: "A-Niang, I should still be too tired, and suddenly relaxed, and the condition came to the door." But you don't have to worry too much, I don't think it's as bad as the last time - you see, I'm not unconscious like that time. ”

"Feelings, do you want to do it again, can't you forget anything?" Yang glanced at Su Qingluan angrily, sighed again and said softly, "I guess you don't have much appetite, so I prepared some porridge and side dishes for you, you can eat a little." ”

Su Qingluan was deliberately pitiful: "There's no meat at all?" ”

"You little gluttonous cat, I know that you like heavy mouths, when you cook porridge, you cut a piece of salted meat and put it in it, and add the newly picked lotus root and cut it into cubes, how about you taste it?" Yang teasingly reached out and nodded Su Qingluan's nose.

"Mother, don't you get so close to me, right?" Su Qingluan dodged Yang's fingertips, "Don't be too sick, otherwise our family will really be too busy." ”

Saying this, she ducked inside again uneasily, and turned her face to the side facing the window, not exhaling to Yang.

Yang was moved and amused by her subconscious action, and said helplessly: "Where is it so simple to live a sick life?" ”

Su Qingluan shook his head: "Now is the time for the change of seasons, the temperature changes significantly, and it is still easy to get wind chills, so you must take precautions, Auntie, go out quickly, I will bring the dishes and bowls I have eaten to the door later-but I may have to 'open my mouth for dinner' before I get better in the past few days." ”

"Don't you need 'clothes to reach out'?"

"Then you don't have to." The boss is not small enough to let others dress or something, or it is too much to break the limit of shame. Su Qingluan just thought about that picture casually, and felt that the scene was too beautiful for her to look at directly.

"But you should be sweating a lot, I'll take a set of clean clothes for you to change later, and A-Niang will wash it for you."

Seeing that Su Qingluan was still reluctant to twist and pinch, Yang released the ultimate move: "I'm embarrassed at this time?" You were so sick that you couldn't wake up before, and we were looking for Lang Zhong and inviting the goddess again, not to mention any external clothes, even the close-fitting clothes, A-Niang ......"

"Auntie! You really are my mother! Su Qingluan hurriedly shook his hand as if he was about to have an afterimage, "Don't say it, thank you, don't say it!" "Besides, she's going to tear a crack in the ground with her bare hands!

Finally sent Yang away, Su Qingluan put the pillow in front of the wall behind him, leaned on the pillow, and put the tray on his knees.

Yang brought only a bowl of fragrant white rice porridge and a small plate of pickles. However, Su Qingluan has an average appetite now, and it is unlikely that he will eat any big fish and meat, and there is salted meat in the porridge, which is enough to supplement protein.

Su Qingluan carefully scooped out a spoonful of meat porridge with a spoon, slowly blew it to cool, and slowly put the warm white porridge into his mouth.

Although the white porridge has a bland taste, fortunately, the marinated salted pork is rich enough, and the chopped lotus root adds a crispy and tender texture, which is also a good appetizer.

However, Su Qingluan now felt that the taste of anything he ate was a little light, so he sandwiched a little pickle to enhance the taste.

But apparently, she forgot that she was sick. One of the most common reasons for the occurrence of aphonia is that the throat is inflamed and swollen.

So when Su Qingluan took a bite of the pickle and found that she had stabbed the "hornet's nest", she only felt a violent hot sensation in her throat and eyes for a moment, and then broke out a series of earth-shattering violent coughs.

If she hadn't decided to put the tray aside when she felt something was wrong, it was estimated that the remaining half bowl of porridge would have to be contributed to her arms and thighs.

Su Qingluan: "......" It seems that in the next few days, even if she doesn't want to, she will obediently recuperate.

Thinking like this, Su Qingluan glanced at the plate of pickles with some reluctance, and then continued to stretch out his hand to the relatively bland meat porridge.

"Hey......" Su Qingluan let out a long sigh: Illness is not the most important thing, what to eat has no taste, it is the most painful for a foodie.