New ink fragrance in old times

"Sanlang, you haven't taken your medicine all day. It's time to take it."

There was a hint of seriousness and concern in Lin Xuejin's voice. Lin Mo's body had not fully recovered yet and he needed to take medicine on time.

Lin Mo looked at the Chinese medicine in the bowl and felt a surge of discomfort. He sniffed the pungent smell and felt nauseous. But this was for his own good.

He took the bowl of medicine, held it in his hand, took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"so bitter!"

As soon as the Chinese medicine entered his stomach, Lin Mo's brows began to furrow, his face turned slightly pale, and a strong feeling of nausea surged into his heart, as if it was going to churn out all his internal organs.

He clenched his teeth, trying not to let the discomfort turn into actual action, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, Lin Wenhong seemed to see through his discomfort. He picked up a freshly roasted sweet potato from the fire, which exuded an enticing aroma. He carefully peeled off the skin, revealing the golden potato flesh, and handed it to Lin Mo, his eyes full of love and care:

"Sanlang, eat this to calm you down."

Lin Mo looked up and met Lin Wenhong's eyes. He took the sweet potato gratefully and said softly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The sweet potato in his hand seemed to be his only support at the moment, warm and real, making him temporarily forget the bitterness in his mouth and the discomfort in his heart.

Seeing this, Lin Sizhe's little face was filled with envy and desire. He blinked his big eyes and said in a baby voice, "I want one too."

Lin Wenhong smiled and touched Lin Sizhe's head, his eyes full of doting: "We have everything, we have everything, how can we leave out your share?"

As he spoke, he dug out a few sweet potatoes from the fire and distributed them to everyone present.

The sweet potatoes in the fire were dug out in turn and replaced by new ones. Each cycle was accompanied by laughter, making this small kitchen full of warmth and harmony.

While everyone was enjoying the sweetness and warmth brought by the sweet potatoes, the food in the hanging pot also exuded an enticing aroma. It was the ginger tea that Zhao Yue'e specially prepared for everyone.

She picked up a large spoon, gently stirred the liquid in the pot, and then scooped a bowl for each person one by one.

"It's cold now, and everyone is sweating every day. Let's drink this ginger soup to get rid of the cold."

Shen Xin took the initiative to step forward and said, "Mom, you take a rest, I'll scoop it out."

Zhao Yue'e's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. She gently patted the back of Shen Xin's hand and said softly, "Okay."

After saying that, she sat aside and watched Shen Xin skillfully pick up the spoon and scoop ginger soup for everyone one by one.

Lin Sizhe's eyes were fixed on the yellow-brown ginger soup in the bowl, his brows furrowed, as if the liquid in the bowl was the most bitter medicine in the world. His young face was full of reluctance, and his eyes flickered with resistance to the taste of the ginger soup.

He turned to look at Shen Xin who was busy, and his voice was a bit childish and coquettish: "Mom, I really don't want to drink this."

There was a hint of pleading in his tone, as if he hoped his mother would give him some leniency in this matter.

Shen Xin stopped what he was doing and shook his head resolutely, his tone unquestionable and firm: "No, Silang, ginger soup can dispel the cold and warm the body. You are in the growth period now, you can't catch a cold."

Seeing that his coquettish behavior was futile, Lin Sizhe pouted as if he wanted to fight for it again: "Mom, I really..." But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Shen Xin.

"Shiro, set an example for your brothers and sisters."

Shen Xin's words were filled with encouragement and expectation. She hoped that Lin Sizhe could understand that as a member of the family, he also had the responsibility to take good care of himself and set an example for his younger brothers and sisters.

Lin Sizhe looked at Xing'er, Hua'er, Tang Qing and the others who were staring at him, a hint of hesitation and struggle flashing in his eyes. In the end, he chose to compromise, but made his own small request:

"Mom, then give me less."

There was a hint of compromise and helplessness in his voice as he tried hard to reach the bottom line that he could accept.

Shen Xin smiled helplessly. She met Lin Sizhe's small request and only scooped him half a bowl of ginger soup.

"Mom, this ginger soup is really delicious."

Shen Xin: "It's delicious, drink more."

Lin Sizhe shook his head quickly: "No, I'm full."

Lin Mo took the ginger tea handed to him by Lin Xuejin, blew on it gently, and then took a sip carefully.

The ginger tea had a spicy, slightly sweet taste, and a warm current slid down his throat, instantly dispelling the bitterness in his mouth and the discomfort in his stomach. He narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying the warmth and comfort brought by the ginger tea.

However, the spicy taste also made his throat feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Mo couldn't help but frown, thinking secretly about how to ease the spiciness.

Soon, he came up with a compromise: every time he drank a sip of ginger soup, he would eat a piece of sweet potato. This way, he could enjoy the warmth brought by the ginger soup while alleviating the dryness of the sweet potato and the spiciness of the ginger soup, killing two birds with one stone.

Lin Mo ultimately overestimated his body's tolerance. He originally thought it was just a slight sore throat, just a minor episode, but unexpectedly the situation took a turn for the worse. His throat was as dry as a desert scorched by the scorching sun. Even the most basic swallowing action became extremely difficult, and every attempt was accompanied by bursts of pain.

He lay in bed, replaying the day's experiences in his mind, and finally realized the root of the problem. He had slept almost all day, completely forgetting his body's basic needs. The long sleep, coupled with the dry air indoors, had sent his body clear signals of dehydration.

And taking medicine and ginger soup at night undoubtedly made the already fragile throat worse.

After realizing this, Lin Mo sat up with difficulty, and the dry pain in his throat made him frown.

"Dad, Mom, I want to drink some water."

Lin Mo carefully took the bowl and drank it in small sips. The warm water moistened his dry throat like a sweet rain, bringing a long-lost relief.

After drinking the water, he lay back in bed, feeling the balance gradually returning to his body and his tense nerves gradually relaxing.

Lin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed his eyes, let his fatigue and pain fade away with the night, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

In the middle of the night, the thin moonlight shone through the window lattice onto Lin Mo's face, waking him from his deep sleep. An indescribable thirst surged over him like a tide, making his throat feel as if it were burned by fire, so dry that he could hardly utter a word.

He opened his mouth with difficulty and called out in a hoarse voice: "Water...water..."

Lin Sizhe immediately turned around and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of warm water. He carefully brought it to Lin Mo's bed and said softly.

"Third brother, here you go, drink it."

Lin Mo struggled to sit up, took the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp. The warm water moistened his throat, bringing a brief sense of comfort. However, the intense thirst seemed to have not completely dissipated, still burning his throat like a fire.

Lin Sizhe asked softly, with a hint of urgency and worry in his voice: "Third brother, are you still thirsty?"

Lin Mo nodded with difficulty and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Thirsty."

His voice was weak and hoarse, as if something was blocked in his throat.

Lin Sizhe: "Third brother, there is still water in the kitchen, let's go drink some water."

Lin Mo nodded slightly, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

He forced himself to sit up, and with Lin Sizhe's support, they walked out of the room together.

Coming to the kitchen, Lin Mo picked up the bowl and drank water in big gulps.

However, after drinking bowl after bowl, he still felt extremely thirsty.

Lin Mo sighed and said, "I drank bowl after bowl, but my thirst is still not quenched."

Seeing this, Lin Sizhe frowned slightly, and then thought of something: "Third brother, do you eat Ganchu?"

When Lin Mo heard this, his eyes lit up immediately. He nodded and said, "Eat, I want to eat now."

Lin Sizhe suggested: "Third brother, let's go to the canyon."

Lin Mo thought about how he hadn't played games in a long time: "Wait for me, log in."

"Hey, where did I put my phone? I can't find it."

Lin Mo began to search for his phone in the room. As he searched, he muttered to himself, "Where did I put it? How come it's gone?"

Lin Sizhe looked at Lin Mo's appearance, walked to Lin Mo, and patted his shoulder: "Third brother, how about I help you find it."

Lin Mo seemed to have lost all his energy and sat down on the bed. He sighed and said, "Forget it, go to sleep first. When I find it, we can go together."

Lin Sizhe said: "Okay, Third Brother."