Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Chapter 127 Pharyngitis

Xiao Cao'er and Uncle Quan were in the small flower hall, talking in low voices and laughing loudly while eating snacks.

At this time in the study, Mr. Zheng said to Ersanshimao and the other boys, "Go home this afternoon to prepare. The exam will be in three days. If you pass, you can set off for the capital. According to your current situation, you will have no problem passing."

Then he said to Damao and Yang Bolin, "You two just need to come as planned. You should go home together today to have a look. We haven't let you go back for a while."

Several people were overjoyed and bowed together, "Yes, we will follow the teacher's instructions."

"Okay, let's take a break. I wonder if Xiaocaoer brought any good things today. I have to go and check." Mr. Zheng said as he walked out.

The others also wanted to follow, but when they saw that the pens and ink on the table had not been put away, they could only lower their heads and speed up their hands.

Although Xiao Cao'er was chatting with Uncle Quan, her eyes kept looking towards the study.

Seeing Mr. Zheng coming over, he immediately jumped off the chair and ran towards Mr. Zheng, "Grandpa Zheng, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

When Mr. Zheng saw her running towards him, he quickly took two steps to catch the little girl. He was very happy, but he said, "Run slower. What if she falls?"

"Grandpa Zheng, I won't fall, I won't fall. I run every day, and I even do horse stance. My steps are very steady." Xiao Cao'er took Mr. Zheng's hand and walked towards the small flower hall.

"Practice every day. No wonder grandpa feels you've grown taller." Mr. Zheng also admires her self-discipline and persistence.

Xiao Cao'er has been doing horse stance since he was able to stand steadily, and he started running at the age of three, and he does it continuously except when it rains and he cannot go out.

"Hehe, I also think I have grown a little taller." Xiao Cao laughed.

"Grandpa Zheng, you have worked hard during this period. Why do you look a little depressed? Are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Caoer noticed that Mr. Zheng's voice was a little hoarse.

The two had already walked into the flower hall while they were talking. Uncle Quan answered for them, "The old man has a sore throat."

"Have you seen a doctor?" Xiao Cao'er asked nervously.

"I invited you to come. I've taken medicine for two days but there's no improvement. Now it hurts a little bit when I swallow." Uncle Quan said again.

"Is it so serious? Did you call Dr. Tan?" Xiao Cao thought, it might be pharyngitis. Drugstores in shopping malls have medicines for common symptoms, but it's hard to take them out, so you have to find an excuse. Mr. Zheng is not an ordinary person, he won't believe ordinary excuses.

Mr. Zheng: No, I believe it. I believe whatever your family says.

"Old Doctor Tan went into the mountains to look for medicine some time ago and hasn't come back yet."

"What a coincidence." Xiao Cao'er didn't know what to say. She couldn't use professional terms.

At this time, several scholars came over after packing up.

Xiaocaoer rushed to Damao and Damao picked her up.

"Brother, the teacher is sick." Xiao Cao'er spoke with a crying tone.

In this day and age, a small cold can be fatal. Mr. Zheng first had a sore throat, and now it hurts even when swallowing, which is more serious than before.

My husband is old and has a weak resistance, so I need to give him some Chinese patent medicine as soon as possible, otherwise his condition will get worse.

"Oh, I have to go to the kitchen and tell grandma that Grandpa Zheng can't eat chili peppers, so Grandpa Zheng's portion can't be added when cooking vermicelli." Xiao Cao'er suddenly thought of something.

He added: "Actually, Grandpa Zheng is better off drinking some minced meat porridge, which will make his throat feel better."

Mr. Zheng: "What is vermicelli? A new food?"

"Yes, it's just made. What a pity, sir, you can't eat it." Xiao Cao'er said with regret.

Mr. Zheng: "Didn't you just tell me not to put chili in my food? Does that mean I can eat it without chili?"

He said he didn't want to miss out on the new food and wanted to defend his own food.

If my throat doesn’t get better this time, I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat anymore.

Xiao Cao'er said with a troubled look on her face: "Grandpa Zheng, doesn't it hurt when you swallow?"

Damao looked at Mr. Zheng with a distressed look on his face. He still had to give us lectures despite being unwell. This is the greatness of a teacher.

"Sister, let's make something non-spicy for Mr. to try. If he doesn't like it, we can let him eat porridge, okay?"

"That's fine too. I have to tell grandma right away, or she'll be ready."

"Miss Xiaocao'er, I just heard you say that the old man can't eat chili peppers. I have already asked someone to go to the kitchen to inform the old lady." Uncle Quan said from the side.

"Thank you, Grandpa Quan! Fortunately, Grandpa Quan reacted quickly, otherwise Grandpa Zheng would really not be able to eat today." Xiao Cao'er patted his chest and said fortunately.

At this time, Old Lady Yang and Yang Dashan came over from the kitchen, each carrying a tray.

Uncle Quan saw this and hurried forward to take the tray from Old Lady Yang, while he said to the servant behind him: "Why does the old lady have to carry it herself? Why are you serving beside her?"

Old Lady Yang dodged his hand and said to him, "Butler Quan, please don't tell them. I didn't let them serve because I was afraid they would get confused. Is this bowl without chili specially for Mr. Zheng?"

"Come on, come on too, I wonder if you can handle spicy food?"

"Oh, there's still some portion for me. Thank you so much for your concern, old lady. I can eat spicy food." Uncle Quan couldn't get the tray, so he chased the old lady back to the small flower hall.

"Mr. Zheng, someone just told me that you are not feeling well and cannot eat spicy food. Here, this bowl is yours, eat it with confidence. I deliberately didn't put chili in it, and the whistle is also packed separately." Old Mrs. Yang put the tray in her hand in front of Mr. Zheng's desk.

Yang Dashan placed the small bowl in his hand in front of Xiao Cao'er, and the servants brought up the others.

"Oh, why do we ask you to bring it yourself?" Mr. Zheng looked at the food in other people's bowls and found that it was really different from his own.

There was only transparent noodles and green vegetables in my bowl, with a small dish of browned minced meat on the side.

In other people's bowls were fried brown minced meat, red peppers, lush green vegetables, and transparent noodles, but the only thing missing was the peppers.

Except for Old Lady Yang and a few others, everyone else had surprise in their eyes and their saliva was watering. They were all waiting for Mr. Zheng to pick up his chopsticks so that they could start eating and try the taste of the newly prepared food.

Mr. Zheng knew what they were thinking, but he still said a few polite words to Old Mrs. Yang before picking up his chopsticks.