Cao Bamei was so anxious that she banged the door hard and shouted: "Xiu'er, what's wrong with you? Open the door, open the door quickly!"

However, Xiuxiu on the bed is still vomiting.

She raised her head between vomiting and looked at the banging wooden door. She cried and shouted: "Mom, I, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Ugh~"

As soon as she finished speaking, the feeling of churning in her stomach came again, and she held her hand on the edge of the bed and had another wave of vomiting.

When Cao Bamei outside the house saw this, she became even more anxious. The door could not be opened, and Yang Yongjin was not at home. Cao Bamei was anxious at the door, like an ant on a hot pot.

"Embroider red, embroider red!" Cao Bamei shouted to her second daughter.

However, Xiuhong went to the pond to wash the vegetables for the morning and brought the mistress there. Cao Bamei and Xiuxiu were the only two people in the courtyard.

Originally, there were five rooms living in the yard next door, so if you yelled, you could still hear it over there.

But a while ago, Bao Suyun also took Mianmian to the county seat. Now, Cao Bamei really didn't know what to do. Seeing Xiuxiu vomiting like that, thoughts of ten thousand strange diseases flashed through her mind, and her legs became weak.

At this moment, someone suddenly came to the backyard in a hurry.

"What's the matter, you guys? You're screaming like a slaughtered pig early in the morning, you're calling Hun'er!"

De'er, this person who was obviously very anxious but still came over cursing was none other than Mr. Tan who had left and returned.

Tan had gone out for a while, but after thinking about it, she still felt uneasy. She always felt that Cao Bamei was unreliable, so she planned to come back and wait for Yang Yongjin.

As a result, as soon as I entered the courtyard gate, I heard Cao Bamei screaming strangely in the backyard.

"Nai, come and see, that girl Xiu Xiu doesn't know what's going on. She's vomiting so much that she can't get up!"

Cao Bamei couldn't care less about Tan's tricky words and ran towards Tan in panic.

Mrs. Tan glared at Cao Bamei, "If the sky is falling, there will be someone taller holding it up. Why are you panicking?"

Mrs. Tan gave Cao Bamei a few words and went straight to the door of Xiuxiu's house.

Through the crack in the door, Mrs. Tan saw Xiuxiu inside, and she was indeed lying on the bedside panting.

There was a pile of vomit on the ground in front of the bed.

Mrs. Tan frowned, "I ate too much at night and my internal organs were cold."

Cao Bamei doesn't care what the reason is for Xiuxiu, she just wants to go in now.

"Mistress, please stay here, I'll call someone to knock on the door." Cao Bamei said and was about to run out, but Tan called her to stop her.

"It's just a door. How troublesome is it? Look at me!" said Tan.

I saw her pulling out a hairpin from her head and inserting it through the crack in the door.

Mrs. Tan was holding the door with one hand, holding a hairpin with the other hand and playing with it in the crack of the door. She raised her head, looked at the eaves, rolled her eyes up and down, and muttered some words that Cao Bamei couldn't hear.

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Following that burst of tinkering, a 'click' sound came from behind the door.

It turned out to be the sound of a wooden bolt falling off.

Mrs. Tan took back the hairpin, pushed the door aside, blew the sawdust off the hairpin, and inserted it back into the bun at the back of her head.

"The door is open, go in!" Tan said lightly.

When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.

At this moment, the old lady was firmly in the C position.

Cao Bamei was a little confused. She used to think that this old lady was just a talker, but today she saw that she actually had a lot of skills!

"I'm so grateful!" Cao Bamei dropped these words and rushed into the house like a gust of wind.

Mrs. Tan raised her eyebrows, and a hint of spring breeze flashed across her eyebrows.

But the next moment she heard Cao Bamei's anxious inquiry about Xiuxiu coming from inside the house, the old lady also suppressed the little pride on her face and followed her into Xiuxiu's boudoir unhurriedly.

Beside the bed, Xiuxiu had already forgotten the unhappiness at last night's dinner table. At this moment, she was lying in Cao Bamei's arms, crying hard.

"Mom, why am I like this?"

"I, should I, should I, die?"

Cao Bamei covered Xiuxiu's mouth and said, "Don't say anything. You are such a good person, how could you do that!"

"Your great-grandmother said earlier that you probably had a bad stomach after eating at night, so vomiting is not uncommon."

With tears in her eyes, Xiuxiu turned her gaze from Cao Bamei to Tan, as if seeking confirmation from Tan.

Tan held her hands in her hands and asked Xiuxiu expressionlessly: "How do you feel on your body right now? Where is it itchy on your body?"

Xiuxiu felt it carefully and shook her head.

"Just like the heart-breaking and lung-piercing pain I felt before, it felt like a big hand was pulling on my stomach, and something was jumping up in my stomach."

"Once you finish vomiting, you'll be fine."

Mr. Tan nodded expressionlessly without any further comment.

Cao Bamei also breathed a sigh of relief. She stroked Xiuxiu's temple hair, which was wet with tears and sweat, and said, "Mother will get you some water to rinse your mouth and wash your face first. When you're done, I'll get some brown sugar water to compress it for you."

Xiu Xiu nodded, grabbed a big pillow, leaned on it, caressed her heart, and regained consciousness.

Cao Bamei brought some water and helped Xiuxiu out of bed to wash herself.

Mrs. Tan turned around and stared at Xiuxiu's back.

After it was done, Cao Bamei ran to the kitchen and took a broom, a dustpan, and half a dustpan of earthwork ash, and came back and started cleaning up the dirt under the bed.

After Xiu Xiu finished washing, she sat on the bed and said to Cao Bamei, "Mom, I suddenly feel so hungry!"

Cao Bamei said: "I will cook breakfast in a while."

Xiuxiu glanced at Mrs. Tan, who was still in the room, and said with an embarrassed look: "Mom, I feel like I can't bear it anymore. Are there any snacks at home? The kind that can be used as a snack?"

Cao Bamei thought about it carefully and shook her head, "It seems like it's gone."

Xiu Xiu had a very disappointed expression on her face.

Cao Bamei then said: "Please bear with it a little longer, and when I finish cleaning this place, I will go and cook you some poached egg pads with brown sugar water, right?"

Xiuxiu's eyes suddenly lit up, "Okay, okay! I love poached eggs with brown sugar the most!"

Cao Bamei finally felt relieved when she saw Xiuxiu like this.

She cleaned up the house as quickly as possible and went to the kitchen.

Mrs. Tan still stayed in the room, and the old lady continued to look at Xiuxiu with a suspicious look on her face.

Xiuxiu couldn't stand the old lady's gaze, and was thinking of a reason to send her great-grandmother out of the house. At that moment, Yang Yongjin came back from outside.

"Xiuxiu, your mother said you vomited, what's wrong, girl?"

Yang Yongjin entered the room with an anxious look on his face. He didn't even bother to talk to Mrs. Tan. He just nodded hastily when he passed Mrs. Tan.

Mrs. Tan didn't care, because Mrs. Tan's eyes continued to stay on Xiuxiu's body.

Xiuxiu said to Yang Yongjin: "Dad, I'm fine. Maybe I kicked off the quilt while sleeping at night. I'm fine now. I'm still very hungry!"

Yang Yongjin was still worried and raised his hand to touch Xiuxiu's forehead.

After touching his daughter's forehead, he touched his own forehead again, compared it, and then nodded: "Then you lie down first. Your mother will cook brown sugar poached eggs later, and dad will bring them to you."

Xiuxiu nodded, turned sideways, and deliberately turned her back to Yang Yongjin and Tan.

The focus is on Tan.
Chapter completed!