This damned weather, it's started to snow again.
Chen Laosi, carrying a bundle of firewood, trudged back to his own courtyard with uneven steps.
After closing the door and shaking off the snowflakes on his body, he heard his old mother calling softly from the bed in the inner room.
"Laosi! Laosi!"
"Eh!"
He scooped a ladle of cold water into the kettle and set it on the stove; as Chen Laosi walked into the room, he saw his old mother anxiously propped on the edge of the bed.
"Laosi, come quickly and see, Xiao Shitou's fever is severe!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Laosi hurried to look at his little son lying motionless under the quilts. Stretching out his hand to touch the boy's forehead, it was scalding hot.
"What's this all about?"
"He must be frozen, loves to kick off his covers while sleeping, right when it suddenly started to snow outside..."
The old mother lamented, "Check if there is any of the medicine I had left from last time at home, brew some for him."
