Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 201 You Are The Purest Girl In The World 2
Zhang Shi has been entrusting her for too long, and now she doesn't even have the strength to speak, she is still lying motionless, waiting for her last breath to be released forever.

Cheng Huan has no choice but to feel sad and distressed. If she is a doctor at this moment, maybe she can save her, but she is nothing.

Fu Rong choked up and walked to Zhang's side, lying on the kang just crying, she had already said a lot, mother should die, she couldn't hear her words, couldn't see her sadness,

She also knew in her heart that her mother's illness was getting worse and she would leave her soon.

"Sister Huan, let's go!" Furong raised her head and forced a smile, then lowered her head after speaking to Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan turned around and left the house, but she didn't leave. She stood in the kitchen, watching the porridge boiling in the cauldron keep bubbling, so energetic.

Cheng Huan stepped forward, stirred it a few times, and then got up and walked out of Zhang's house. She went home and went straight to the fish pond with her fishing rod. Too slow, as slow as waiting for many years.

After catching fish, Cheng Huan returned home, packed the fish, made soup, and went straight to Furong's house with a small pot in the evening.

The chicken was still tethered in the kitchen, chattering like a watchdog.

In the room, Fu Rong was lying beside Zhang Shi, maybe she was tired and fell into a deep sleep, but her eyes were full of tears, and she held Zhang Shi's hand tightly, even in the dream she did not let go of her brows.

Cheng Huan carefully sat down on the kang, took out a spoon and fed the fish soup to Mrs. Zhang's mouth little by little.

Zhang's mouth was still so tight that Cheng Huan put a towel around her neck, and a large area was wet after a while, but Cheng Huan believed that she could still eat some.

She was feeding carefully, watching Zhang Shi's actions, when the spoon accidentally bumped against the small pot, making a green sound, which woke up Fu Rong.

Fu Rong opened her eyes and looked at Cheng Huan, sat up suddenly, and then smelled a strong and fresh fragrance, the white soup was something she had never seen before.

"Fish soup is very nourishing to the body. I don't believe that if you feed your mother good things every day, you can't make her alive. Your mother must be very greedy. Tomorrow we will give her chicken soup! The day after tomorrow we will give her pork soup. Drink beef soup the day after tomorrow..."

　 Fu Rong listened to Cheng Huan's words and looked at Cheng Huan quietly. She had hardly eaten these soups, but after listening to Cheng Huan's words and seeing the confidence on her face, she felt that these soups were better than those soups. The life-saving decoction still works.

"En!" Fu Rong nodded vigorously, and took out a tael of silver from the inside of her clothes, "Sister Huan, this is for you."

"You don't need sister Huan to be rich, you can keep this until she gets better, you can get used to it if you don't eat it, you will get hungry if you don't eat it haha!" Cheng Huan smiled, trying to make the atmosphere more joyful.

She didn't know if Mrs. Zhang would survive just by drinking soup every day, but she knew that the busyness every day would make Furong feel at ease. Even if Mrs. Zhang really left, Furong might feel better.

　
Two days later, Aunt Zhang came to the door yesterday afternoon and told the Wen family that they would come to visit tomorrow, so this morning, Cheng Huan followed Cheng Jia to pack up the things. Fortunately, the meat was stewed years ago. In the cellar, it was frozen into a lump of ice, and it was ready to be steamed when it was time to eat.

(End of this chapter)