Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 223 The Big Brother's Little Wife 13
When Xinhe was cooking at night, she deliberately made more and kept it warm in the pot, thinking that she would secretly take it to Xie Zhu when Lu Wan fell asleep.

She forgot to clean the kitchen and Lu Wan has always been contracted by her.

When Lu Wan entered the kitchen, she saw the faint light of the fire in the stove, thinking that Xin He had forgotten to put out the fire, but when she opened it, there was a meal and several slices of meat inside.

"Hehe, you..."

Seeing Lu Wan's suspicious eyes, Xin He almost immediately thought of an excuse: "Ah? By the way, sister, I forgot to mention that when I went to the hospital to deliver the medicine this morning, Aunt Lin was not there, so the old doctor specially distributed it from the dining table. I gave it to me, I was thinking of saving it for you when you come back at night, but I forgot..."

Xin He scratched her hair embarrassingly, and smiled embarrassingly.

"Really? Okay, you go back to the house first, and I will do the rest of the work."

Although Lu Wan felt a little strange, but couldn't refute it, so she had to let Xin He go out first.

Lu night came back early today, after finishing the busy work, he thought it was still early, so he hung his voice in the yard.

Xin He lay at the window, looking at Lu Wan's back, feeling a little helpless.

I should have known that I would have fed Xie Zhu before Lu Wan came back.

Shuangmao had just shown her Xie Zhu's situation, and Xie Zhu was already awake.

Lu Wan felt that her voice was in good condition tonight, so she practiced for two hours.

Opera singers find ways to practice their voices, so even if Lu Wan yelled for two hours in a row, her voice didn't feel much, just a little tired.

Xin He waited until the flowers withered, and then Lu Wan walked back to the house slowly, and quickly lay down and pretended to sleep.

Lu Wan twisted the quilt for Xin He before lying down.

It took a few minutes before Lu Wan's long and even breathing came.

In the dark, after Shuangmao confirmed that Guo Luwan was asleep, she gently got out of bed.

The fire in the stove had been extinguished long ago, but the water in the pot was still hot.

Seeing that the food was still warm, Xin He quickly packed it in a basket, and walked quickly to the cellar while it was warm.

The moment Xin He opened the lid, Xie Zhu who had closed his eyes quietly opened them, looking in the direction of the entrance.

"How are you? Are you okay? Sorry, my sister was up there just now, so there was a delay."

Xin He came down with the oil lamp, put the basket aside, then reached out and touched Xie Zhu's forehead, the temperature was normal.

Xie Zhu shook his head: "I'm fine now, noon, thank you."

He just had a fever, not to the point of being unconscious. At that time, his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them, so she knew that Xin He had been taking care of him.

"Ham, don't be polite to me, you shouldn't be able to get up either? Shall I continue to feed you?"

While speaking, Xin He had already brought out the food.

Xie Zhu was really weak at the moment, and he was just hungry in the morning. After suffering from repeated fevers throughout the day, it was because his body was in good shape that he still had energy.

Seeing that Xie Zhu didn't speak, Xin He also knew that he couldn't get up at all, so she moved a small stool and sat down beside him.

A bowl of rice bottoms out quickly.

Xin He took another look at Xie Zhu's wound and found that it has healed a lot, but the cellar environment is indeed not suitable for patients, and she doesn't know if the wound will continue to deteriorate tomorrow.

After saying goodbye to Xie Zhu, Xin He returned to the house full of thoughts.

(End of this chapter)