MC Bookstore Chapter 1999 Surrounded by Love
Chapter 1999 Surrounded by Love
Yangyang was waiting for Haitong to hug him.
Because he was sick, he seemed particularly clingy.
"Aunt, I want to eat porridge."
Yangyang had no appetite in kindergarten. Now that his fever has gone down, he feels hungry, but just wants to eat some porridge.
Haitong picked him up, touched his forehead, and found that his temperature seemed normal. She carried him downstairs and took a thermometer to take his temperature.
She asked the kitchen to make some porridge for Yangyang, and said, "Aunt didn't ask anyone to make the porridge in advance. Yangyang wants to eat porridge, so you have to wait a while."
Yangyang nestled in her arms and said softly, "But I'm very hungry, Auntie, can I have some snacks?"
Haitong looked at Cheng Lingling and asked Cheng Lingling: "Doctor Cheng, Yangyang has a cold now, can he have some snacks?"
"Don't eat too much, or you won't have an appetite for dinner."
Haitong took a small piece of dessert and gave it to Yangyang.
"Auntie, I want you to feed me."
"Okay, auntie."
This is what happens when a little one is sick. He always clings to people, wants to be fed, and always wants to be held.
Haitong, who has helped take care of him since he was born, knows this very well.
No matter what Yangyang asked for, she would satisfy him if she could.
Haitong fed Yangyang snacks gently.
Cheng Lingling looked at the aunt and nephew, and reminded Haitong a few minutes later: "Tongtong, you can take out the thermometer now."
Haitong took out the thermometer from Yangyang's armpit, checked it herself, and said, "37.8 degrees, the fever hasn't completely subsided yet."
She handed the thermometer to Cheng Lingling again. After Cheng Lingling looked at it, she said, "He just took the medicine once, and his throat is a little inflamed again. He also has a low-grade fever. This is normal. Once he takes the medicine again, it will be completely gone."
As she spoke, Cheng Lingling stood up and poured Yangyang a glass of warm water, "Yangyang, drink more water."
Yangyang took the cup of warm water and thanked Cheng Lingling.
The housekeeper came in and told Haitong: "Madam, Fourth Young Master Lu is here."
"Please come in, Fourth Master."
Haitong said softly to Yangyang, "Your uncle Lu knew you had a cold, so he put aside his work and came to see you."
"Yangyang, do you know what caused your cold this time?"
"You kicked off the quilt at night, and you ate too much fried chicken and potato chips, so you caught a cold and had a sore throat. You had a fever because of the combination of the two. You need to take medicine for two days to get better."
Yangyang's big eyes sparkled.
"Don't eat too much fried chicken and potato chips in the future. When you want to eat them, tell your aunt or your Uncle Lu, and we will ask the chef at home to make them for you. But don't eat too much, otherwise you will get a sore throat and get a fever and cough easily."
Yangyang remembered when he went shopping with his grandparents, his grandparents asked him what he wanted to eat. He said he wanted to eat fried chicken, so his grandparents took him to eat it, and he ate a lot.
He nodded, not quite understanding: "Aunt, I understand. I will eat less in the future."
"Aunt, if I want to eat it in the future, will you really make it for me? Mom and aunt always say it's junk food and won't let me eat it."
Because his appetite could never be satisfied, when his grandparents satisfied his appetite, he couldn't control his mouth and ate a lot, thinking the food was delicious.
The kids didn't lie to him, the fried chicken and potato chips were delicious.
Hai Tong said lovingly, "You can eat what we cook for you, but you still can't eat too much. The climate here is not suitable for eating too many high-calorie foods. Eating them will easily cause internal heat."
"Aunt, why is the climate here unsuitable?"
"In a year, the summer is particularly long and hot, and even the winter is not cold. This kind of climate is not suitable for eating so many high-calorie foods."
Friends from other places always say that people in Dongguan can’t eat spicy food. It’s not that many of them don’t like spicy food, but they just can’t stand it.
Yangyang still seemed to understand, and Haitong did not explain any further. He was still young, and no matter how much she said, he would not understand.
"Haitong, has Yangyang's fever subsided?"
Lu Dongming was helped up the stairs by his bodyguard and started shouting as soon as he reached the door.
Haitong put Yangyang down.
"Uncle Lu."
Yangyang ran towards Lu Dongming by himself.
Lu Dongming picked him up, and the bodyguard brought a wheelchair. He sat down in the wheelchair, then touched Yangyang's forehead. After a moment, he said to himself, "I still feel a little feverish."
Haitong came over.
He continued, "He's recovered, but not completely. I just took his temperature, it's 37.8 degrees."
"When the time comes, take the medicine again, and I should be able to recover completely."
"Brother-in-law, you are busy with work, you don't have to make this trip, I can take good care of Yangyang."
Haitong didn't tell her husband, for fear that Zhan Yin would come back.
"I was worried, so I had to come over to check on you. There are other people in the company, so it's okay for me to be away for a while."
For Lu Dongming, Yangyang is more important than his business.
Yangyang nestled in his arms, listening to him talking to his aunt. The little guy raised his head in his arms and said, "Uncle Lu, I miss my mom."
Lu Dongming lowered his head and looked at him gently, and said in a gentle voice: "When you are better, after school on Friday, let's go to see mom, okay?"
"Yangyang must take the medicine obediently, so that you can get better soon."
Yangyang nodded sensibly.
I know that I got sick because I kept kicking off the quilt when I slept, and also because I ate too much fried chicken.
During this period, Shen Xiaojun called Haitong and asked about Yangyang's condition. Only after learning that Yangyang's fever had begun to subside did Shen Xiaojun feel relieved.
When the porridge was ready in the kitchen and Lu Dongming was about to feed Yangyang himself, Mrs. Lu and her husband, as well as Mrs. Shang and her husband, came over with Mr. Fei. Before they could even sit down on the stools, the elders of the Zhan family arrived in a mighty procession.
Even Zhan Yin, whom Haitong wanted to hide the news from, received the news and dropped the work at hand and ran back.
When Ning Yunchu and others learned that Yangyang was ill, they called one after another.
Yangyang is the treasure of several families.
When the old lady held Yangyang in her arms, her face was filled with heartache. She said, "Your face has become smaller and thinner because of this illness. You are less energetic and your face is red from the fever. Yangyang, your illness is more painful than digging out your grandmother's heart."
"Grandma, I'm sorry. It was Yangyang who was ignorant and greedy and ate a lot of fried chicken."
Yangyang, the group's favorite, is loved by everyone because he is smart, polite and sweet-spoken.
He in turn comforted the old lady, saying that he would be well again soon.
Cheng Lingling saw this... She asked Haitong in a low voice: "When your husband and his family were sick as children, would Grandma Zhan lie like this?"
Before Haitong could answer, Zhan Yin, who heard her question, replied: "We don't have such treatment."
Cheng Lingling sighed, "Grandma Zhan really loves Yangyang. When Yangyang had a fever today, Grandma Zhan said he had lost weight. Before his fever subsided, his face was red. Now that his fever has subsided, Yangyang's face is no longer red."