Luo Fengtang thought for a while and said: "I don't think it has anything to do with the food. It should take time for the medicinal properties to come up. Moreover, the symptoms are recurring, so it should be a struggle with the medicinal properties."

"Then take the medicine and get well. When spring gets warmer next year, Auntie's condition should be better," Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, it shouldn't be a serious problem. It's the Chinese New Year today. If the condition still doesn't improve significantly after the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, I'll take Auntie to the county hospital for treatment."

"No matter what, we will cure aunt's disease!" she said.

Luo Fengtang looked at her with gratitude and said, "My Qing'er is the best wife in the world."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "What, this is what children should do. Although aunt is not my biological mother-in-law, she is uncle's wife, our aunt."

"When we enter a house, we become a family. What's more, the aunt treats us and our children with the utmost care."

With Luo Fengtang's help, the next dish was cooked quickly.

During the Chinese New Year this year, there are only five adults and two children in the family, so Yang Ruoqing doesn’t plan to cook too many dishes. It’s enough to cook eight dishes with auspicious meanings.

By the time Blacksmith Luo came to the backyard and called Luo Fengtang to get some incense, the dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner were almost ready.

"There is only one bowl of braised fish left. You and uncle go and burn incense. We can start dinner when you come back from burning incense." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang responded, stood up, took a ladle of water and washed the handle, then followed Blacksmith Luo to the front yard in a hurry.

Before leaving, I took Luo Baobao and Dazhi with me to watch the fun.

The two children will be six years old after the Chinese New Year and will go to elementary school. In the farming families of this era, the concept of six-year-old children is completely different from those of modern six-year-old children.

In this era, a six-year-old child can take care of younger siblings, dig hogweed, and cook meals for the whole family.

Of course, the food only refers to the food of poor people.

A six-year-old child would definitely not be able to handle the dishes cooked by Yang Ruoqing.

After the men went out with their two little ones, Yang Ruoqing went all out to cook the last fish.

This kind of fish cooked with firewood in a large farm stove has the best taste.

This tastes much better than the fish cooked on modern induction cookers and gas stoves, and all the freshness is brought out.

Thinking that her aunt Wang Cuilian likes to eat fish the most, but she will definitely not be able to eat it this year, Yang Ruoqing can't help but feel a little regretful and distressed.

But it's okay, she prepared some other dishes for Auntie that are suitable for her.

"Qing'er."

Tuoba Xian suddenly came over.

"Mom, I'm here, what's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing responded to Tuoba Xian while frying the fish in the pot to prevent them from breaking the skin.

Tuoba Xian's face was not very good.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like this?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Tuoba Xian glanced at the fish that was burning in Yang Ruoqing's hand and hesitated to speak.

"Mom, just tell me if you have anything to do!" Yang Ruoqing urged.

Tuoba Xian said: "I'd better not say anything, it's unlucky."

Yang Ruoqing was also drunk. Since you, the old man, thought it was unlucky, why did you come to the kitchen and tell me to keep half of it?

"Mom, you have already said this, and there is nothing to worry about whether it is good or bad. Tell me quickly, what is going on?" Yang Ruoqing added water to the pot, closed the lid and started to simmer.

Fish links.

"Is it related to my aunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked next.

Tuoba Xian nodded.

"What's wrong with my aunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

Tuoba Xian said: "I went to her room to take a look earlier. I originally planned to pour her some tea if she was thirsty, but I happened to catch her coughing."

"I saw her coughing up blood..."

"Coughing up blood?"

Yang Ruoqing tensed up and subconsciously wanted to leave the kitchen.

Suddenly she thought that the fish was still simmering in the pot, and she said to Tuoba Xian: "Mom, please take care of the fish in this pot first, and I'll go see Auntie!"

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In Wang Cuilian's house, when Yang Ruoqing arrived at the door, she heard a heartbreaking cough from inside.

"Auntie!"

Yang Ruoqing entered the room and saw Wang Cuilian lying next to the bed coughing violently. There was indeed a pool of dirty things on the ground in front of the bed.

He must have coughed and vomited out all the undigested noodles he had eaten in the morning. There were also some red things mixed in, which must be blood streaks.

"I, I'm fine..." Wang Cuilian said weakly to Yang Ruoqing between coughs.

Before she finished speaking, the next wave of coughing came again, and she stretched her neck to cough.

He coughed until tears came to his eyes, his face flushed, and his throat looked like it was about to burst.

"Auntie, don't panic, I'll pour you some water first to moisten your throat." Yang Ruoqing said, and quickly came to the table, grabbed the teapot and tea bowl on the table, and poured some water for Wang Cuilian.

It is best not to drink tea while taking Chinese medicine.

Theophylline in tea will have a damaging effect on the absorption of traditional Chinese medicine and affect its efficacy.

Under Yang Ruoqing's care, Wang Cuilian drank a few sips of water, and was gently stroked on the back by Yang Ruoqing. Her coughing subsided a little, and she lay down on the double-layered pillow behind her with some exhaustion.

"Thank you for your hard work during the New Year this year, Qing'er. The burden of the New Year's Eve dinner falls on your shoulders alone. Are you exhausted?" Wang Cuilian turned her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing who was sitting beside the bed and said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head, "I'm not tired. I don't have many dishes, so I just make eight. It's simpler."

Wang Cuilian nodded, "For my family's New Year's Eve dinner, it's better to keep it simple."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, you lie down and take a breath, I will take care of these things first."

She turned around and left the house, and quickly brought a broom and dustpan over to deal with the dirty things on the floor.

These blood streaks should be blood streaks brought out by severe coughing, not the kind of blood clots spit out due to massive bleeding in the body.

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"These things are so dirty, you put them away for now, and I'll take care of them later when I get up to relieve myself." Wang Cuilian said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I happen to have a little free time right now, so I'll just handle it. It's okay."

Wang Cuilian stopped forcing it because she really didn't have much strength at the moment.

"Why do you think you have to take me, a patient, to your new house to celebrate the New Year? It's such a big New Year, and I keep coughing and vomiting. I'm so dirty. I feel so bad about it!" Wang Cuilian was a little uneasy!

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But Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Auntie, I don't like hearing what you say. We are a family. Do we have to live in two places during the Chinese New Year?"

"Besides, when we first built this house, we already kept your and my uncle's house. It's because you couldn't let go of the old house and moved here, so we have two pots of rice as a family, hey!"
Chapter completed!