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Lu Qingye turned over in a hurry and cooperated quite well.

He was really worried that she would take action directly.

"Looking at this action, it seems that everything is fine." Meng Wantang said this. When she examined him, she was quite serious. "Comrade Lu Qingye, if you don't want to recover, you can work hard. Take it. There’s no shame in being soft, but if you think it’s shameful to be soft, just don’t regret it when your back hurts every day in the future.”

Lu Qingye's ears felt a little hot.

He didn't pay attention to what she said, he only felt the feeling of slender fingers on his waist.

Even the pain didn't seem that obvious.

The combination of the two is quite sour and refreshing.

"Are you going to lie down for a while or turn over?" Meng Wantang asked again.

Lu Qingye immediately wanted to lie down, but as soon as he raised his arms, Meng Wantang held him down.

"What are you doing? What I just said was in vain, right? Lu Qingye, please respect your doctor. Even gods can't cure your back like this."

Meng Wantang gave Lu Qingye a slap in the face.

I was also scolded, but this time I felt completely different from before. Lu Qingye clearly felt that Meng Wantang had really changed.

"Then I slow down?"

His attitude is not as stiff as before.

Meng Wantang's pretty face was calm and her tone was serious: "What else? Just turn over? Doesn't your waist hurt at all?"

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

"Ah."

Lu Qingye didn't dare to speak for a moment.

For some reason, he felt that Meng Wantang, who was neither hysterical nor abusive, was scarier than the previous Meng Wantang.

"Slow down, come here with your legs first, hold on. Okay, lie down slowly, don't move around, and just ask if you need anything. If you want to go to the toilet, I will bring you the spittoon."

Meng Wantang only noticed that there was a spittoon at home when she saw Goudan taking Xiaopang to relieve himself.

It's just right for Lu Qingye to use.

Lu Qingye stiffened and said without changing his face: "No. I can go to the toilet."

"You just toss."

Meng Wantang's tone was not very good.

Lu Qingye was holding on. As long as he said he could go, he would definitely go.

It's not like he was completely paralyzed in bed.

But drink less water to avoid frequent trips to the toilet.

For lunch, Meng Wantang cooked several dishes.

She cut a pound of pork belly, stir-fried some oil, poured in soy sauce and seasonings, and put in the washed beans and stir-fried. When it's almost done, pour some rice soup into it and start to simmer over low heat.

Then put a shelf made of wooden tree branches, and finally put the rice in the basin to steam on it.

The rice is still mixed with indica rice and millet.

She thought for a moment, scooped out two more spoons of lard, put some soy sauce and chopped green onion in it, and then put it in the pot. Lard bibimbap is better than millet rice.

There are still a lot of leeks at home.

While steaming the rice, she cut a handful of leeks, washed them, and planned to fry them with dried shrimps.

Shopee is cheap, as is kelp and saury.

But saury has to be fried in oil, which is not something their family can afford now. Besides, to eat this, you might as well buy more kelp and dried shrimps, both of which are easy to store.

Meng Wantang saw that the rice was almost ready. After frying the leeks and dried shrimps, she used the pot to make tomato soup.

"Goudan, set the table and get a bowl to eat."

When the meal was ready, Meng Wantang shouted, and the three little guys came in at once.

Gou Sheng moved the table, Gou Dan took the bowl, and Xiao Pang helped with the chopsticks. Then his brother pushed him on the kang and asked him to wait to eat.

Meng Wantang took out the rice and brought it directly into the room. When he saw Lu Qingye struggling, he said, "Don't sit up, just lean on the quilt and eat. Those two pillows are made of buckwheat. Damn it." Please feel more comfortable."

Meng Wantang directed Goudan: "Go and get those two pillows for your dad."

Lu Qingye looked at her face in a daze. He was obviously still the same person, but his temper was still so bad. He just didn't hate her.

How did she do it?

Meng Wantang knelt down next to him, held his back, put down the pillow, and turned to ask him, "Is this comfortable?"

As he spoke, his breath hit his ears, and Lu Qingye wanted to avoid it uncomfortably.

"can."

"Okay, you can eat like this later. I'll get you a basin, and you eat in that basin." Meng Wantang said and went down to serve the meal.

Lu Qingye froze immediately.

He can eat it, but there is no need to stress it.

Lu Qingye met Xiaopang's surprised gaze, coughed slightly, and said deceitfully: "If you eat more, you can be as tall as dad."

Although Xiaopang didn't speak, he understood.

While eating, I almost frightened Meng Wantang.

"Little Fatty, you don't need to eat when you are full. It will be troublesome if you are full." Meng Wantang also reached out to touch the child's stomach. When Little Fatty wanted to eat for the third time, she said nothing. Let the child continue eating.

"You can't eat like this. Your stomach will hurt at night."

Meng Wantang took the child aside and let him play by himself.

The pork belly stewed with beans is rich in oil and water and tastes good. The children's mouths are full of oil after eating it. Meng Wantang only ate some beans and was more interested in eating lard rice.

When she ate millet, she always felt that she couldn't open her mouth and the rice would fall out if she opened it.

My throat was on fire as I ate it.

Dry.

Another day of missing rice.

Meng Wantang had almost finished eating and began to take care of Lu Qingye.

When she came back, she found that Lu Qingye didn't drink much water.

The weather is quite hot. How can I survive without drinking water? It will be troublesome if I get dehydrated.

"You didn't drink much water today, drink more soup."

Meng Wantang poured the remaining soup into Lu Qingye's basin.

Lu Qingye: "..."

He didn't want to go to the toilet frequently. When he got up, his waist felt like it was broken. The feeling was not unbearable, but just too uncomfortable.

"Have the floods receded?"

Lu Qingye changed the topic of Meng Wantang and calmly distributed the soup in the bowl to his two sons.

"Not yet. I heard it will take a few days to retreat. It's still raining up there."

As soon as Meng Wantang finished speaking, Gou Sheng shouted: "Dad, I don't drink soup, I want to eat lard mixed with rice!"

Meng Wantang looked at Lu Qingye with profound eyes.

"..."

This unlucky boy.

Lu Qingye frowned, with a serious look on his face: "Didn't you finish eating already?"

"Whoever finishes eating, I can still eat half a bowl of rice." Gou Sheng didn't want to drink the soup, not even a drop.

Meng Wantang didn't want her child to eat more. She had to let her eat more vegetables so that she could be full.

Moreover, none of the dishes she cooks are salty.

"Both of you share this dish. Don't leave any leftovers. The leftover leeks won't taste good." Meng Wantang finished dividing the dishes for Goudan and Goucheng. When she saw the eager little fat man, she gave them to the little fat man again. Point out, "Hurry up and finish the soup and clear the table."

Lu Qingye was indeed thirsty.

He drank up every drop of the soup. As soon as he put the basin down, Meng Wantang asked him: "By the way, you have been injured and can't go to the tractor station for such a long time. Do you want me to go over and talk to your leader about your recent situation?" Need to recuperate?"