In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

She spoke at a steady pace, her words were clear and full of affection, and every syllable was like a carefully composed note, playing a melody of care for Wang Jianguo.

At the same time, He Yushui's hands did not stop, and he was still busy in an orderly manner.

She gently walked to the side of the bed, bent down slightly, and touched the edge of the layers of quilts pressing on Wang Jianguo with her hands as if they were rare treasures.

She first very carefully pinched a corner of the top quilt between her index finger and thumb, as if she was disassembling an extremely delicate and fragile mechanism, and gently pulled it up a little.

Then he moved to the side at an extremely slow and even pace, with such a focused look on his face that the only thing in the world left was this quilt and Wang Jianguo who needed careful care under the quilt.

She moved the excess quilt away from Wang Jianguo little by little, and every movement was filled with endless tenderness and patience.

When only Wang Jianguo's original quilt was left, she carefully smoothed the quilt and tucked every corner under the mattress to ensure that not a single cold wind could get in.

After everything was sorted out, He Yushui stood up, tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment, as if he was quickly flipping through the memory scroll of this morning in his mind.

"Brother Jianguo, this morning, I made you a bowl of egg water. But you were delirious due to the high fever and were completely confused."

"I put so much effort into feeding you, but you only managed to swallow a little. After all this trouble, your stomach must have been singing the 'empty city plan'."

"I'll cook you a bowl of steaming hot noodle soup. Let the warm food comfort your empty stomach."

After saying this, she seemed like a strict and responsible family guardian, her eyes full of unquestionable determination and concern.

"You must stay in bed and don't even think about walking. You are so weak now that you will be attacked by the wind if you are not careful."

"I'm afraid that the condition that has finally improved will come back again. Just wait for a while, I will send it to you as quickly as possible."

Her words flowed naturally like a gurgling stream, and at the same time, her hands firmly embraced the thickly folded quilt.

Then he walked out the door with light but steady steps. The departing figure gradually blurred in Wang Jianguo's sight, leaving only a vague trace.

Wang Jianguo had just experienced a severe attack of illness. It seemed as if all the strength had been drained from his body. Every inch of his muscle was protesting silently, and the feeling of weakness completely overwhelmed him like a tide.

At this moment, he could only lie on his back quietly on the slightly messy bed like an obedient child, following He Yushui's instructions.

I slowly closed my eyes, trying to recuperate my exhausted body and mind in this moment of tranquility.

He Yushui's hands and feet have always been very nimble, like a gust of light wind, quickly shuttling around in the kitchen.

After just over ten minutes, she was like a triumphant warrior, holding a bowl of steaming noodles steadily in both hands.

With a slight blush on her face due to being busy, she appeared in front of Wang Jianguo again in a hurry.

The bowl of noodles exuded an enticing aroma, and the rising hot steam slowly spread in the air, as if adding a bit of warmth and vitality to the slightly cold room.

Wang Jianguo had not yet noticed the hunger in his stomach, however, when his eyes inadvertently fell on the bowl of fragrant noodles in He Yushui's hand.

Somehow, my stomach seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force and started to growl instantly. The feeling of hunger swept over me like a surging wave.

He couldn't wait to stretch out his hands, his slightly trembling fingers tightly grasped the chopsticks, picked up the bowl of noodles and began to devour it.

The way he ate looked a little awkward, as he took one bite after another, with his cheeks stuffed full, like a little hamster trying hard to store food.

He looked as if he had not eaten for a long time and was full of endless desire and enthusiasm for this bowl of noodles.

He Yushui stood quietly by the side, watching Wang Jianguo wolfing down the food with gentle eyes. The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a smile as bright as the warm spring sun.

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry. These noodles are just out of the pot and are very hot. Don't hurt your throat by accident."

Her voice was soft and caring, like a ray of warmth in the winter, adding a bit of warmth and care to this small space.

Wang Jianguo seemed not to hear He Yushui's advice. He was still immersed in the satisfaction brought by the bowl of noodles. He finished all the noodles in the bowl in a few bites.

As the food entered his stomach, a warm current slowly spread throughout his body. He clearly felt that his body was no longer so cold, as if he was enveloped by a layer of warm sunshine, and gradually regained some strength.

He slowly moved his legs, lowered his feet from the bed to the ground, then stood up carefully and slowly moved his body around the room a few times, trying to regain his former flexibility and vitality to his still slightly stiff limbs.

He raised his head slightly, with a look of confusion and doubt after being weak, looked at He Yushui, and asked softly:

"Hey, Yushui, where's Brother Zhao? Is he busy at the supply and marketing cooperative, or is he handling affairs at the production team?"

He Yushui tilted his head slightly, thought for a moment and then replied:

"Your sudden question reminds me that Brother Zhao went to the production team. When he left, he looked hurried and said in a serious tone that there was something extremely important that could not be delayed for a moment and had to be dealt with immediately."

"He also specifically told me that no matter whether you are well or not, I must send him a message in time. How about this, you stay home and rest for a while."

"I'll go to the production team and tell Brother Zhao that your fever has subsided, so he won't have to worry about your condition."

Wang Jianguo frowned, a confused look on his face, and said slowly:

"What's the urgent matter? What urgent matter could there be in this production team? Yu Shui, I'm really confused."

"How about this? I'll go with you to the production team to see Brother Zhao. I've recovered a little and I feel suffocated lying down all the time. Maybe going out for a walk can help me feel better."