Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Yongxian: "Brother, did Xiaoqin come here earlier?"

Yang Yongxian nodded, "Well, sister-in-law Xiaoqin finished cleaning the house for Damo and went back to the backyard. The two children are also here."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Brother, go back to your room and prepare your lessons. I'll go have a few words with Brother Damo."

In the room, Damo looked at the neatly organized room and grinned.

"This house is really nice. This is the first time I have lived in such a nice house." Da Mo said. He came to the bed again and sat down. He raised his hand and touched the sheets without any wrinkles: "To be honest,

I have never slept on such a flat bed in my whole life. I don’t even dare to sleep on this bed. Hehe, Qing’er, thank you for doing this.”

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head, "Brother Damo, you thanked the wrong person. This was not done by me. How could I have the time?"

Damo was stunned for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed to Yang Yongxian's house next door, "Could it be your eldest brother?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head again, "No, my eldest brother said before that it was Xiaoqin who tidied it up!"

"Xiao Qin? Which one is Xiao Qin?" Damo asked in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The two sisters-in-law, Xiaoqin and Yuzhi, live in the backyard of the school. They are the two sisters-in-law who I mentioned to you on the way back to the village who helped in the school."

"Xiao Qin also stays here with the school at night and cooks in the school during the day. It is precisely because it is inconvenient for the two girls and it is not safe at night that I invited you and my eldest brother to come over."

Damo nodded, half understanding.

Yang Ruoqing was not in a hurry to explain to him. As time went by, he would naturally understand Xiaoqin's situation.

…

While cooking dinner, Yang Ruoqing brought two roasted chickens in lotus leaves up from the well.

"Chef Zhou's craftsmanship is really good, isn't this lotus leaf roast chicken too fragrant?" Yang Ruoqing said to Tuoba Xian beside her.

Tuoba Xian took a look and said with a smile: "It is a well-deserved signature dish of the restaurant. The texture of the meat is so soft at first glance."

Two chickens roasted in lotus leaves were heated up, and four chicken legs were given to the two little guys.

Yang Ruoqing tore into another three or four taels of soft chicken and shredded it into thin shreds.

The noodles were cooked in the pot, shredded chicken was evenly spread on top, and a handful of chopped green onions were sprinkled on top. The noodles were served in a large bowl and sent to Ga Po.

When they brought the shredded chicken noodles into the house, Mrs. Sun, her uncle and Lao Suntou were all sitting and talking in Mrs. Sun's room.

Old Mrs. Sun leaned on the bed, her face sallow.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear to look at Ga Po's deteriorating complexion, and she felt sad every time she looked at her.

The only thing that can be done now is to let Ga Po taste as many delicacies as possible while she can still eat.

"This shredded chicken noodle is so fragrant, it makes me smell the fragrance of lotus buds." Mrs. Sun put her nose over and sniffed.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Granny, your nose is really sensitive. This is lotus leaf roast chicken. I brought it back from a restaurant in town."

"Oh..." Mrs. Sun narrowed her eyes, "I mean, there is a scent of lotus pods, so that's what happened."

"Mom, are you hungry? Come on, I'll feed you."

Mrs. Sun stood up and came to the bedside, taking the bowl from Yang Ruoqing's hand.

And said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, you are interested. Leave this place to me. You can go back and rest first. It is getting dark soon."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and her eyes fell on Old Mrs. Sun again.

From the look on Mrs. Sun's face, she was obviously hungry.

"Granny, I'll come see you tomorrow." Yang Ruoqing said hello to Mrs. Sun, then turned and left.

The next morning, Mrs. Sun came to return the noodle bowl.

Looking at the cleanly washed noodle bowl, Yang Ruoqing was still a little surprised and surprised, "What? Has my grandma finished all the food?"

Da Sun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed.

"If I finish eating them all, I will jump up with joy," she said.

"I'm obviously so hungry that I can't hold my chopsticks firmly, but when I eat, it's very difficult to swallow every bite."

"Tell me, my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it hurt when I swallowed it, so painful that I almost cried. In the end, I sucked on one noodle after another, and I only ate two or three chicken shreds.

I can’t eat it.”

"I put the remaining big bowl in the well to calm it down, and will heat it up for her later to see how many sticks she can eat," Da Sun said.

After hearing these words, Yang Ruoqing's heart sank instantly.

"Grandma's situation has worsened again." She said solemnly.

Mrs. Sun shook her head, "I have been taking Chinese medicine, making earth recipes, and going to the temple. It depends on whether God will let you, Grandma, overcome this difficulty."

Looking at this situation, there is probably no way to get through, Yang Ruoqing thought sadly.

"Auntie, Grandma Ga has been unable to eat hard rice and vegetables for a long time. Now she can't eat the noodles and porridge. Now we can only make soup for her to drink. The soup will be a little thicker."

Yang Ruoqing said again.

Ga Po is really suffering from this pitiful disease.

I obviously have a good appetite, but I feel hungry at every meal.

However, no matter how delicious the food is, you can't put it in your mouth or swallow it. Living like this is, to put it bluntly, really living in hell.

In my previous life, I saw some cases of esophageal cancer patients. In the end, they were all skinny and skinny, starving to death...

Yang Ruoqing turned sideways and closed her eyes, not daring to think about it. Every time she thought about it, her heart felt like it was stabbed hard by a knife. Her whole body felt like she was in an ice cellar. She really couldn't figure out why such a punishment would come to her.

On Ga Po’s body.

Such a good person, kind-hearted, and friendly to everyone...

…

"Qing'er, what did Da'an write? How is he doing? Is he hungry? Tell us quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing sat at the table and read the letter home from Daan. There was a circle of people around the table in front of her.

Yang Huazhong, Sun Shi, Xiaohua, Xiaoan, Xiaoduo, and Lao Yangtou...

Yang Ruoqing put down the letter that was supposed to arrive ten days ago and told them: "Da'an was sent here by carrier pigeon at first. The carrier pigeon was shot down and roasted by the hungry people before it even flew out of Lanzhou."

"This letter was brought here later by the escorts from Qing'an County. You can imagine how bad the environment there is."

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, the expressions of the Sun family members changed.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "It's true that the environment is very bad, but don't worry too much, mother, because we, Da'an and Zichuan, are ministers appointed by the emperor, and they go there specifically to provide disaster relief, and they bring food for distribution."

"Da'an said in his heart that eating two meals a day would fill his stomach and let his family not worry. Even if he is in the hardest-hit area, there will be dedicated people taking care of him and Zichuan. No matter where he goes, there will be officers and soldiers accompanying him to protect him."

After hearing these words, Sun and others felt a little relieved.
Chapter completed!