Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Liang Sulan was anxious and pinched her fingers, feeling that the stone in her heart was hanging again.

Mother Zhang patted her soothingly and said firmly, "We have to take care of it! Caiwei has learned 70% of my cooking skills and is not bad compared to the chefs in small restaurants. Xiaomei will definitely like the food she cooks."

Liang Sulan opened her almond-shaped eyes and took a long time to figure out what Zhang's parents meant. She excitedly pushed Liang Xiaomei and said, "Come on, Xiaomei, thank Grandpa and Grandma."

"Thank you, grandparents."

Liang Xiaomei imitated Liang Sulan's tone and called her "Wanren". She then slowly said, "Xiaomei is very good and doesn't cause any trouble for me."

"Hey, Xiaomei, be good."

The Zhang family's words were discussed, and Lu Yi led Zhang Caiwei for a stroll on the country path.

"Lu Yi, what do my parents and your mother talk about when they sit together? Will they..."

Without waiting for Lu Yi to answer, Zhang Caiwei continued, "I'm so worried, but I don't know what I'm worried about."

Lu Yi squatted down, pulled away her hands that were constantly pulling the grass, and said softly: "Caiwei, I've talked to your father, you don't have to worry. The matchmaker's visit today is just the last step. My mother likes you very much, so relax, okay?"

"Do you like it?" Zhang Caiwei stared at the grass and asked again, "Do you like it?"

Lu Yi was stunned, then laughed and said, "Of course I like it."

Who would choose to spend their whole life with someone they dislike? Unless the mission requires it, Lu Yi would choose to make himself feel comfortable in most cases.

Zhang Caiwei instantly smiled like a flower, no longer anxious, and asked immediately: "Lu Yi, do you like boys or girls?"

"I like them all." Lu Yi said without hesitation.

"So you want them all?" Zhang Caiwei snorted, continued plucking weeds, and whispered, "Me too."

Lu Yi scratched his head, squatted beside Zhang Caiwei, and helped her pull the grass for a long time. Then a voice came from the distance calling them to go back.

After the banquet, Zhang Caiwei officially changed from the daughter of the Zhang family to the daughter-in-law of the Lu family.

After thinking about all the wishes of the petitioner, Lu Yi thought that they were all met. As for the wish to die early, Lu Yi could only say that it depended on the fate of the original owner's body.

She can't just marry him and then dump him immediately. That would be so immoral.

Days passed by in their harmonious married life, and soon their two children could run and jump.

Zhang Caiwei came in against the snow outside, a worried look on her face. "Mom's temperature never goes down, and the medicine the doctor prescribed doesn't work. Lu Yi, I've never seen Mom sick since I got married. How come she's so seriously ill now?"

"Mom is old now, and her body is not as strong as before. It's normal for her to recover slowly. Caiwei, don't worry too much."

Lu Yi pointed to a small wisp of white hair on his temples and said, "Look at me, I'm not as young as before."

"I don't want to watch." Zhang Caiwei turned her head away and said in a muffled voice.

After a long silence, Zhang Caiwei felt puzzled. She glanced over secretly and saw Lu Yi putting on thick outer clothes. She pulled Lu Yi and asked, "Are you going to see your mother? I'll go with you."

Lu Yi reached out and pulled her, "Let's go."

There was a pot of charcoal fire in the corner of the room, which filled the room with warmth.

Liang Sulan was holding Liang Xiaomei's hand and chattering about some common sense in life that worried her. She would say it herself and then ask Liang Xiaomei to repeat it.

"You're here." Liang Sulan smiled when she saw them come in.

"Mom, how do you feel? Are you still dizzy? Why didn't you take the medicine?" Lu Yi asked, pointing to the bowl of medicine on the wooden bench.

"...It's useless to drink it. I don't like it." Liang Sulan pushed the stool aside, not wanting Lu Yi and the others to see it, but Liang Xiaomei pushed it back unhappily, and stopped right under Lu Yi's nose.

"You kid." Liang Sulan whispered to her.

"Mom, didn't you say to wait until the medicine is cool enough before drinking it?" Zhang Caiwei asked. She picked up the bowl and stirred it with a spoon. "It's not hot anymore now, Mom. You can drink it now."

Liang Sulan said with a bitter face, reluctantly: "Caiwei, this medicine is really disgusting. I know my own body well. This medicine is useless. I don't want to drink it. Let's stop taking it today."

"No," Zhang Caiwei refused flatly. "This is the medicine the doctor prescribed based on your symptoms. It should be effective. How can your illness be cured if you refuse to take it?"

"Yes! You have to take medicine. Mom is not obedient." Liang Xiaomei pouted, her eyes full of accusations.

Zhang Caiwei touched Liang Xiaomei's head and said softly, "Look at how worried Xiaomei has been during the time you've been sick. And your grandchildren will be back in a few days. Knowing how sick you are, they must be worried about me!"

She was about to persuade him again when a large hand reached out, gently took the medicine bowl away and put it aside. "If mother doesn't want to drink it, just let her do as she pleases."

Liang Sulan was so resistant that if she forced herself to drink it, she might vomit it out again.

Zhang Caiwei frowned in disapproval, "Lu Yi!"

Lu Yi shook his head at her, signaling her not to worry, and said, "Caiwei, can you please pour me a bowl of hot water?"

"Yes, I'll just drink hot water."

Zhang Caiwei curled the corners of her mouth downwards and compromised helplessly, "...You can only not drink it today. If mother doesn't get better tomorrow, then I must watch you drink the medicine."

The hot water was poured, but Lu Yi didn't show any intention to Liang Sulan. She brought it to the table, turned her back, blocked the view of the people behind her, and began to put the medicine into the bowl.

The tiny particles fell into the water, and after making sure they were dissolved with a spoon, Lu Yi brought them to Liang Sulan.

"Mom, drink this. This is a folk remedy I heard about. It's said to be very effective in treating colds, and it's not bitter at all. If you don't believe me, why not try it?"

Liang Sulan sniffed, looked at them, sighed, then pinched her nose and drank it all in one gulp.

The medicine bowl was empty, and Liang Sulan's frown relaxed a little bit as she savored it, "Not bad."

Another bowl of hot water was handed over, and Lu Yi placed a mysterious white pill in his palm. "Please clear your mouth and take this too."

The pill was as small as a mung bean. Liang Sulan swallowed it without any water. "Okay, I've drunk it all. You guys can go back now. Don't worry about me all the time."

Liang Sulan felt sleepy soon after taking the medicine. Liang Xiaomei refused to leave and lay beside the bed to watch over her.

Outside the door, Zhang Caiwei was holding Lu Yi's arm, staring at the snowy scene in a daze.

"I really hope Mom gets better soon. The previous medicines didn't work. How about we ask for another doctor tomorrow?"

Lu Yi wiped the snowflakes off her hair. It was so cold that her voice trembled a little. "Don't worry, I promise Mom will be fine tomorrow."

Cold medicine plus a strong fever-reducing medicine, how can it not be effective?