"I'll cook you a nice meal! I'll make you whatever you want to eat and then I'll make you a beautiful dress. You're a big star now! You must wear nice clothes! You can't wear the same few pieces of clothing over and over again," Qiao Mei said with a faint smile.
Xia He could not bear to let Qiao Mei cook. Qiao Mei already had a poor appetite for many days. Whenever she heard the word "rice", Qiao Mei would throw up. It was almost a conditioned reflex by now.
As Qiao Mei had been lacking adequate nourishment from food for a long time, she was very weak. The ginseng juice could only keep her alive, but it could not make her feel comfortable.
Qiao Mei felt better for a few days but then she was unable to get out of bed again. At the moment, she did not even have the strength to walk. Qiao Qiang came over to the front yard part of the house every day to talk to Qiao Mei. As long as it was something Qiao Mei wanted, he would try his best to give it to her.
