Xie Liangchen was going to deliver medicine to the Papermaking Workshop, so she got up to prepare before dawn.
Old Mrs. Chen kept watch by the stove, her eyes frequently darting to the doorway, fearing that her granddaughter might catch her skimping on rice and oil.
In the past, during times of hunger, Old Mrs. Chen had mixed all sorts of strange things into the food, but now with her granddaughter inspecting, she dared not add anything unusual.
The food was ready, but Chen Zigeng had not yet gotten up.
Old Mrs. Chen went to call for Chen Zigeng, and as soon as she entered the room, she saw the blanket moving.
Old Mrs. Chen said, "Why isn't Brother Geng up yet?"
Chen Zigeng mumbled from under the blanket, "Grandmother, you go first, I'll get up in a moment."
Old Mrs. Chen was suspicious, "What's the matter? Not feeling well?"
"No." Chen Zigeng hurriedly denied, but before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill as Old Mrs. Chen had already pulled the blanket away.
