"You must like her very much..." Ji Xiang's voice was so low that she couldn't even hear her clearly. She sniffed hard, took one last look at Song Tong, and then she slowly stood up.
"Have you drank the medicine?" Song Fu looked at the empty bowl in Ji Xiang's hand and breathed a sigh of relief. His frown suddenly relaxed, "Just drink it."
"Dad, let me cook for you," Ji Xiang was so busy that he walked to the table in three or two steps, took out the basin from under the table, and asked Song Fu while getting the white noodles in, "Dad, would you like to eat scallion pancakes today?"
"Girl, you don't have to work so hard, just do something casually." Song Fu felt sorry for Jixiang. Although Jixiang had always been able to do things quickly, he couldn't bear to use Jixiang.
"It's okay, it's not difficult to make scallion pancakes," Ji Xiang said with a smile, while adding, "Bake some red dates and millet porridge. When my brother wakes up, add a little brown sugar and drink together. It's the best way to induce sweating and drive away evil spirits."
"Okay, you can do it," Song Fu nodded, put down the tea bowl, stood up and walked inside again, "I'll wipe Tong'er all over again."
"Dad, please say goodbye..." Ji Xiang was so busy that he stood up and called Song Fu, "My brother just fell asleep after drinking medicine. Let's wipe him down later. He finally slept soundly."
Song Fu thought about it and nodded: "Yes, I was confused."
When the sun went down, Song Tong finally woke up.
"Tong'er, are you awake?" Song Fu had been waiting in front of the bed for most of the day. As soon as he saw Song Tong open his eyes, he got up to check. However, after sitting for a long time, he suddenly got up. I felt my legs and feet were numb, so I sat back down and gasped, "Ouch!"
"Dad!" Song Tong was so busy that he got up to help Song Fu, but his body was really weak and he coughed and fell on the bed again, "Dad! What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
Jixiang heard the noise and was so busy that he put down the spoon in his hand, wiped his hands and ran in: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Song Tong's entire chest was exposed. At this time, he was so anxious that he couldn't think of avoiding the taboo. He was so busy that he said to Jixiang: "Jixiang, come here and take a look. Dad seems to have cramps."
Ji Xiang was so busy that he knelt down to check. Song Fu was holding his calf, throbbing in pain. It looked like he was really cramping. Ji Xiang didn't dare to touch it rashly, so he asked anxiously: "Dad, how do you feel? Can you stand up?" ?"
"Hiss..." Song Fu was sweating on his forehead and shook his head at Ji Xiang, "I should be fine after I take a moment to calm down."
"Dad, can I help you sit by the stove for a while? Then make you a bowl of ginger soup?" Ji Xiang looked worried, "I'm afraid you may catch a cold after sitting for a long time."
Song Fu smiled weakly: "It's okay, girl, it will be done in a while."
Song Tong was lying on the edge of the bed with an anxious look on his face. He wanted to let Song Fu go to bed and sleep there, but he knew that he had caught a cold and was worried that he would pass on the illness to Song Fu. His body was already weak, and if he was infected with the cold again, it would be fatal. He immediately followed Jixiang and said: "Dad, are you feeling better? Go sit by the stove and have a rest. I don't need you to stare at me anymore." "
Song Fu squatted for a while and felt better. Then he was helped by Jixiang and sat down on the recliner by the fire outside. Jixiang was afraid that he would catch cold, so he took a cashmere blanket and covered his legs while busy. Go ahead and make ginger soup.
Song Fu looked at her busy schedule, feeling distressed and grateful at the same time: "Jixiang, thanks to you, otherwise Tong'er and I would have had a really hard time together."