As soon as it was dawn the next day, Ling Fuping woke up, thinking about Hao Xiao's illness in her dreams, Hao Xiao's fever this time was very bad, causing some complications, not to be careless.

Ling Fuping had just come back from going out to the thatched house, Hao Xiao also woke up, and asked her in the first sentence if she slept well at night. Ling Fuping said, it's good, why don't you get up early? Then I measured Hao Xiao's temperature, fortunately, 38.7 degrees, finally dropped some, Ling Fuping sat on the edge of the bed and sat with Hao Xiao for a while, when she heard someone knocking on the door, and the two of them became nervous.

The door knocked unhurriedly, quite rhythmically, who is it early in the morning?

The two looked at each other and were at a loss for a moment. The door was knocked as usual, quite patient, Ling Fuping quietly walked to the back of the door, and just wanted to find a gap to peep, when she heard a shout outside the door:

"Hey, Ping'er, open the door! It's me. ”

"Oh, it's my mother!" Ling Fuping immediately turned around and told Hao Xiao, and Hao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother, why are you here?!" Ling Fuping opened the door and asked, and then pulled her mother into the house. Her mother didn't say she was coming over this morning, and she came early, carrying a bag of things.

"Haven't you had breakfast yet?" The mother stood inside the door and looked around for a moment and asked.

"No, no." Ling Fuping glanced back at Hao Xiao and said, "Mother, hehe, you won't bring me breakfast, what's delicious?" ”

"Auntie is here!" Without waiting for her mother to respond, Hao Xiao greeted.

"Here, Hao Xiao, are you feeling better?" The mother should carry the burden and walk towards Hao Xiao. Ling Fuping hurriedly followed.

"Well, it's better, auntie." Hao Xiao responded.

The mother immediately put the burden on the table and opened it, revealing a casserole with a bowl on it, and as soon as the lid was opened, there was a smell of rice.

"Wow, eight-treasure porridge!" Ling Fuping leaned in to take a look, and immediately cheered and jumped.

"Hmph, it's not your share, it's a sick meal, hehe." The mother slapped her buttocks and said that she served a bowl to Hao Xiao.

Ling Fuping hurriedly helped Hao Xiao up and sat against the head of the bed, then took her mother's bowl and began to feed Hao Xiao.

"Auntie, I'm sorry for you, I came early in the morning to bring me food." Hao Xiao said while eating.

"You're welcome! You're here alone, take care of what you should. The mother sat down at the table and said, then asked, "Hey, is it delicious?" ”

"Well, it's delicious, I've never eaten such a delicious eight-treasure porridge." Hao Xiao responded. It's just prevarication, and his sense of taste hasn't returned to normal now.

"That's it! My mother is a must to make eight-treasure porridge. Ling Fuping said to a tablespoon of eight-treasure porridge that was about to touch her mouth.

"Don't listen to Ping'er's nonsense, I just add more ingredients, and the cooking time is longer, anyone can do it." Niang Yingdao, obviously modest.

Ling Fuping smiled, "Hehe, my mother is too modest!" He immediately listed the food ingredients in the eight-treasure porridge to Hao Xiao, including millet, duck eggs, shredded meat, shredded chicken, walnuts, sunflower seeds, red beans, red dates, mountain chestnuts, peanuts, ginkgo seeds, lotus seeds, black sesame seeds and wolfberry seeds.

Hao Xiao nodded after hearing this, if he wasn't sick, he would have clapped his hands.

When Ling Fuping was feeding, she put her nose close to the eight-treasure porridge from time to time and sniffed it again, but she was hungry, so she almost drooled, and she hadn't eaten it for a long time. I remember two years ago, I had a terrible fever, I didn't want to eat anything, my mother made it for her, although the taste of the burn decreased, but I only like to eat this, and I have no appetite for anything else. When her mother saw that she was eating very deliciously, she laughed and burst into tears, no wonder Ling Fuping hadn't eaten properly for two days at that time. Her mother made eight-treasure porridge for several days, as Ling Fuping's condition improved, her sense of taste gradually recovered, she felt that the eight-treasure porridge was becoming more and more delicious, and she wrote down the taste, but when she got better, she let her mother eat it again, and she gave her mother a sentence to reply, cut ~~ But what's the matter, how much good material does it take, how much effort it takes, I am a sick meal, or who will serve you.

Therefore, Ling Fuping really wanted to have a fever again and enjoy such special treatment, but unfortunately she couldn't do it, she was very healthy, and she was afraid of three points, and she couldn't get sick from now on.

The mother stirred it in the pot with a spoon, gave Hao Xiao a flat bowl, and brought it to him to feed him personally, Hao Xiao hurriedly waved his hand, wanting to eat it himself, Ling Fuping immediately snatched the bowl from his mother's hand and fed him, Hao Xiao did not refuse. Apparently embarrassed to let my mother feed.

Niang kept watching Ling Fuping feed Hao Xiao to eat, nodding and smiling secretly from time to time, she really hoped that the two people in front of her were a couple, alas~~ I don't know if I can get my wish.

Hao Xiao ate a bowl of eight-treasure porridge and couldn't eat it anymore, which was quite good. Fu Ping and her mother are quite satisfied.

"Ping'er, come over and eat the pot." The mother said and left the table. At this time, there is still half a pot of porridge left in the pot

"Okay! Hee-hee. Ling Fuping immediately raised her butt and sat on the chair in front of the table, and picked up the casserole, as if she had picked up a treasure, "Wow, there are so many left!" He shouted and turned to his mother and said, "Mother, will you eat first?" ”

"No, no," the mother hurriedly waved her hand and said, "I've eaten it, you have eaten it all, and there is not much." ”

"Hao Xiao, can you eat some more?" Ling Fuping turned to Hao Xiao and said.

"No, no, I'm full, you can eat it while it's hot!" Hao Xiao shook his head and said. I thought to myself, if I wasn't sick, maybe there would be enough to eat in that pot, it was really delicious.

"Hee-hee, I ate it?!" Ling Fuping picked up the spoon and looked at Hao Xiao and her mother.

"Eat it, what a word." Her mother said impatiently.

Ling Fuping ate it with a big gulp. Seeing that Ling Fuping ate so deliciously, Hao smiled and said, "When I get better, I will learn to make eight-treasure porridge with your mother and aunt, and when the time comes, if you want to eat Fuping, look for me, and I promise to make it for you at any time." ”

"Really?!" Ling Fuping didn't wait to swallow a mouthful of eight-treasure porridge and shouted.

"It's still fake!" Hao Xiao replied loudly.

"No, you'll have to make a promise with me." Ling Fuping pursed her mouth and said.

"Hey, it's not a child, what a hook, hehe." The mother couldn't hold back a smile as she spoke.

"No way!" Ling Fuping swallowed a mouthful of porridge and said, "You have to pull the hook!" "Persistent.

"Good!" Hao Xiao patted the quilt vigorously and said, "Pull the hook hook and pull the hook!" Whoever is afraid. ”

Ling Fuping bounced up her buttocks and sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her index finger to Hao Xiao, the two of them hooked their index fingers, shook their arms like a see, and shouted in unison, "Hanging on the hook is not allowed to change for a hundred!" ”

Ling Fuping and his mother stood aside and laughed with tears in her eyes.