"Then I'll make breakfast before Chen time every day, don't worry," An Qing promised hurriedly after listening to the old doctor's words.
"I don't need you for breakfast.
You are still young and it is the time when you are growing up.
It would be better to sleep a little more in the morning."
The old doctor looked at An Qing's skinny little face and the one who looked at him with shining eyes.
Looks like, feeling sad.
"I made breakfast before Chenshi, and I can already sleep for a long time."
An Qing looked at the old doctor with surprise on her face, but her words further explained what kind of life she lived in the hands of Mrs.
Liu.
"Go ahead, there is a new quilt in your room, just find it and use it."
The old man felt distressed in his heart and rubbed An Qing's head and said.
"I don't need a new quilt.
I can sleep by putting some hay in front of the stove in the kitchen.
My sister and I always sleep like this at home."
An Qing lowered her head and said in a low voice.
"Remember, from now on you have a room, you sleep in the room, and you don't have to sleep on the floor anymore, not anymore."
When the old man heard An Qing say these words, his heart ached terribly.
He wanted to get angry, but was afraid of scaring her, so he could only endure it.
With the anger in his heart, he personally led her to the room and cooked a few more dishes.
This ended this slightly unexpected day for An Qing.
At the same time, Zhaodi wandered outside for a whole day, and when it was getting dark, she dragged a bundle of firewood and carried a few fruits and walked slowly back to the Liu family's small yard.
In the past, Zhao Di could have heard her younger brother Liu Gen's shrill screams without even going to the door of her house, as well as Old Lady Liu's almost non-stop yelling.
However, when she arrived at the door of her house, she heard nothing.
Zhaodi was very cautious because she had memories of her previous life.
She opened the door of her home with some hesitation, dragged firewood and slowly walked in.
There were cold pots and stoves in the kitchen, not to mention hot meals, even the stove According to the usual situation, there are no bright flames that should be burning.
"Mom, brother, brother," Zhao Di drawled in a long voice and began to call in a low voice.
After calling several times, she heard a voice coming from the back room.
It was Mrs.
Liu's voice, but the voice was louder than usual.
It is much lower and much weaker.
"Mother, mother, mother, are you calling me?"
Zhao Di slowly walked into the back room.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw her younger brothers and sisters sleeping next to Mrs.
Liu, their faces red with fever, and the other brother who was also suffering from fever.
The blushing Mrs.
Liu.
"Mom, what's going on with you and your brother?
Where's your brother?"
Zhao Di snickered in her heart when she saw Mrs.
Liu and Liu Gen looking like this, but she didn't show any signs of it on her face.
A worried look on his face.
"Quickly, go and boil some water to boil some medicine for me and your brother, and make some food.
Your brother and I haven't eaten anything this lunch and night," Mrs.
Liu ordered as she cheered up.
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"Where's your brother, are you looking for the doctor?"
Zhao Di saw that her brother Liu Gen's face was injured, but Mrs.
Liu's legs were covered with the quilt.
She didn't see it, so she felt a little strange.
She was already sick, how could Mrs.
Liu still lie down, and where was the brother she used to be her scapegoat?
In comparison, she was even more concerned about An Qing's whereabouts.
"Don't mention that dead girl to me.
She has no conscience at all.
She's dead.
Don't think about her in the future."
When Mrs.
Liu mentioned An Qing, she remembered that when An Qing and the old doctor left, she felt so hateful that even now I felt so uncomfortable that I couldn't help but curse a few words. tgt ttrgt: