Traveling through the 1970s: The young wife loves to make trouble

Chapter 317 Han Ying is a person who cares about his reputation
"Grandma," Han Ying's sleepy voice rang out.

"Oh, Grandma's here, Grandma's here." Hearing her grandson call her, Grandma Chen responded and walked quickly toward Han Ying.

Tao Qiuyi and Wei Jingyuan exchanged a glance and followed.

Grandma Chen came to the bedside and asked in a gentle voice, "My dear, you're awake. Does your body still hurt? Are you hungry? Grandma made you some corn porridge. You can eat it after it cools down a bit."

"Grandma, I don't hurt too much, my stomach is fine..." Han Ying stopped speaking when she saw Tao Qiuyi and Wei Jingyuan. She greeted them with a smile, "Big brother, sister."

He was really happy to see his older brother and sister.

Seeing the child's pure smile, Tao Qiuyi smiled back. Her voice softened slightly, "Hanying, be good, let your big brother check your body again."

Han Ying was an obedient child and nodded immediately. Her gaze fell on Wei Jingyuan's face, and she thanked him politely, "Thank you, Doctor Wei."

Just now he was calling me "big brother," so why is he calling me "Doctor Wei" now? Tao Qiuyi said she really couldn't understand the child's thought process.

Wei Jingyuan didn't care at all about how Han Ying was addressed. He sat down on the rock he had been sitting on earlier and reached out to take Han Ying's pulse.

Tao Qiuyi and Grandma Chen stood by the bed, watching Wei Jingyuan take her pulse. Han Ying lay there, her clear, bright eyes glancing between Wei Jingyuan and Tao Qiuyi.

The bamboo house was very quiet; the only sound was the rustling of the wind blowing through the bamboo outside.

After taking Han Ying's pulse, Wei Jingyuan examined him again, focusing on his abdomen. Han Ying was very cooperative, answering all of Wei Jingyuan's questions.

Seeing Wei Jingyuan put Han Ying's clothes down, Grandma Chen couldn't wait to ask, "Dr. Wei, how is Han Ying's injury?"

"There doesn't seem to be any problem so far, you can feed him something. But don't give him too much, just about half a bowl will do," Wei Jingyuan replied, then looked at Tao Qiuyi.

Tao Qiuyi immediately understood his meaning and turned to walk towards the stone table.

Wei Jingyuan stood up and gently helped Han Ying sit up. He then placed a pillow behind Han Ying's back and tucked the blanket around him.

"Thank you, Dr. Wei," Han Ying said.

"You're welcome," Wei Jingyuan replied, then stepped aside.

Tao Qiuyi quickly returned, carrying a bamboo bowl. The bowl contained more than half a bowl of pheasant soup and two pieces of pheasant meat.

Grandma Chen saw the pheasant meat and pheasant soup in the bamboo bowl and quickly said, "This is..."

"This is for you." Interrupting Grandma Chen, Tao Qiuyi handed her the bamboo bowl and said, "Hanying may not be able to eat by herself right now."

Grandma Chen understood what Tao Qiuyi meant; she wanted her to feed her grandson.

Looking at the bamboo bowl handed to her, she didn't know whether to accept it or not. If she accepted it, she wasn't shameless enough; if she didn't, her little grandson wasn't hungry.

She was just about to say that the chicken soup was for them and didn't need to be given to Han Ying. But before she could say it, Tao Qiuyi interrupted her.

The little grandson stared longingly at the bamboo bowl in Tao Qiuyi's hand. Grandma Chen could tell that her grandson was very hungry.

She couldn't bring herself to refuse. Grandma Chen could only accept the bamboo bowl and thank them earnestly and sincerely. "Thank you, thank you all."

"You're welcome, this was brought for you anyway," Tao Qiuyi repeated. She was grateful to have met someone like Grandma Chen, someone so thoughtful and sincere.

She was also a little helpless.

Hearing Tao Qiuyi's pointed second emphasis that the chicken soup was for them, Grandma Chen realized that if she still didn't understand, all the hardships she had endured in the countryside over the years would have been for nothing. She looked at Tao Qiuyi with surprise, her eyes filled with understanding and gratitude. Previously, when Tao Qiuyi brought them food, she had used large bowls or small basins, but today she used a bucket.

There was clearly a lot of chicken soup and chicken meat inside.

She wanted Tao Qiuyi and Wei Jingyuan to come and save Tao Lao and Han Ying, so she casually threw a few pheasants and rabbits on the ground.

"Coo coo coo..." A strange sound rang out.

Grandma Chen snapped out of her reverie and looked toward the source of the sound. Han Ying, sitting on the bed, blushed instantly and clutched the blanket tightly to keep herself from burrowing into the cup.

It turned out the little guy was so hungry that his stomach started to protest.

Looking at Han Ying's flushed face, with an expression of utter shame and indignation, Tao Qiuyi remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was bursting with laughter. This little one was quite concerned about saving face.

Wei Jingyuan stood there expressionless, his eyes not even moving, as if he hadn't heard Han Ying's stomach rumbling.

Grandma Chen sat on the edge of the bed and brought the bamboo bowl to Han Ying's lips. "Sweetie, have some soup first."

Because he was so hungry from being stuck in traffic, and the chicken soup smelled so good, Han Ying took a sip from Grandma Chen's hand. Once the rich pheasant soup entered his mouth, he couldn't stop eating.

After swallowing the pheasant soup, I couldn't wait to take a second sip.

Seeing her grandson wolfing down his food, Grandma Chen said softly, "Drink slowly, don't rush."

Han Ying wanted to finish the chicken soup in one gulp, but he was an obedient child. His grandmother told him to drink it slowly, so he drank it in small sips.

He even felt a little regretful for how quickly he had wolfed down his food. Would Dr. Wei and his sister think he was a gluttonous child seeing him so eager?

Seeing that her grandson had drunk a few sips of soup, Grandma Chen picked up a piece of chicken for him to eat, and again told him to chew slowly and not to swallow it in a hurry.

Han Ying obediently did as she was told.

While Grandma Chen was feeding Han Ying chicken soup, Wei Jingyuan turned around to take Grandpa Tao's pulse, who was lying on the bed next to him.

Tao Qiuyi stood quietly beside Wei Jingyuan, waiting for him to finish taking Grandpa Tao's pulse. Without asking about Grandpa Tao's condition, she took out a pill and handed it to Wei Jingyuan.

Without her explanation, Wei Jingyuan knew that the pills were for Grandpa Tao.

I took the pill and fed it directly into Grandpa Tao's mouth.

After watching Grandpa Tao swallow the pill, Wei Jingyuan said to Tao Qiuyi, "The old man probably won't wake up tonight."

Tao Qiuyi could tell that the old man wouldn't wake up tonight, otherwise she wouldn't have asked Wei Jingyuan to give him the pills. But what did it mean that Wei Jingyuan specifically told her this?
"Could it be that the old man's condition is not good?" Tao Qiuyi wondered, and asked the same question. "Is his condition not good?"

“It’s not that the situation is bad, the old man is just…” Wei Jingyuan’s words were interrupted by Tao Qiuyi, “As long as his situation isn’t bad, that’s fine.”

Tao Qiuyi felt that Wei Jingyuan's explanation was too detailed, which made her more prone to overthinking.

For example, in the sentence above, if he hadn't specifically told her, she would never have realized that the old man was in bad shape and would have gotten flustered.

Wei Jingyuan found it difficult to respond to his words and could only remain silent.

Wei Jingyuan and Tao Qiuyi stayed in the bamboo house all night, and it was cold all night as well. Especially Tao Qiuyi, even though she was wearing thick cotton clothes, she couldn't keep out the cold inside the house even when she was leaning against Wei Jingyuan.