Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Saving People by the River 3 Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Saving People by the River 3 Lu Tianzhi carried the portion of fish to Old Master Xu’s place, while Feng Qingxue finished making the dough. She poked her head out and issued an order to Guan Yu, “Stop praising Xibao; you and your brother go to the field and pick so tender sweet potato leaves, just a little will do.”
She suddenly felt like eating flatbread filled with sweet potato leaves.
Chopped fine, the tender sweet potato leaves were mixed into the dough, then plastered on the inner walls of the iron pot cooking the stewed fish.
She only made five flatbreads with sweet potato leaves mixed in; the rest were purely a blend of wheat and cornflour, a tempting golden hue. The flatbreads dotted with green sweet potato leaves looked even more appealing, a mix of yellow and green.
She didn’t put chili in the stewed fish before taking it out of the pot so that she could serve so to the children first. Then she added a bit of chili powder and let it simr a little longer.
The fish atballs and fish wontons Feng Qingxue made separately were also a hit with the kids. Dundun and Xiongxiong gulped down more than ten small wontons in one go, patting their rounded bellies saying they were full. Fubao ate a few atballs and followed Xibao in eating a bit of the not-spicy stewed fish and a few bites of the sweet potato leaf flatbreads. Only Zhuangzhuang ate less than half a bowl of fish puree before refusing to eat any more.
His stomach was weak, so Feng Qingxue didn’t force him, coaxing him to take a few sips of the separately stewed carp soup.
Zhuangzhuang was now staggering around, able to take a few steps on his own, turning about in the room, making sure to hold onto chairs or stools to maintain his balance. He wore Xibao’s old white shirt with red floral patterns, which made his skin appear as white as snow, his facial features picturesque.
With the elderly looking after the kids inside the house, Feng Qingxue and Guan Cheng continued processing the white bait and small carps in the yard.
As they were busy, soone banged on the door forcefully, “Xiaoxue! Xiaoxue!”
Hearing the urgency in the visitor’s voice, Feng Qingxue hastened to open the door without even washing her hands, “Sister-in-law? What’s the matter?”
The visitor was Wang Daxia’s wife, Wang Haiping, with snot and tears sared all over her face. She appeared to have run so hard and was so exhausted that she collapsed at the doorstep, panting, “Hurry, hurry, save him, Wang Xiaoguang has fallen into the water!”
“Where?” Feng Qingxue was alard.
“Upstream, at the sluice gate, down below there!”
Feng Qingxue took off without hesitation, rembering to call out to Guan Cheng to grab the first-aid kit. She couldn’t afford to wait for Wang Haiping.
The road was muddy, and Feng Qingxue ran so urgently and swiftly that mud splattered all over her. The result of years of training was on full display as she could soon see a crowd gathered near the riverbank by the sluice gate.
“Let through, let through!” Feng Qingxue shouted, and the crowd parted to let her pass.
Wang Xiaoguang, Wang Daxia’s younger son, was only six and a half years old. Usually very mischievous, whether climbing trees for bird eggs or catching fish in the river, he was always seen around. Now, he lay motionless, sprawled on Wang Dachun’s legs.
“I’ve got the water out of his stomach, but he’s not responding,” Wang Dachun said, sweating with urgency.
Breathing stopped, heartbeat stopped, the situation was extrely critical.
Feng Qingxue stepped forward to take over the resuscitation efforts, checked that his mouth and nose were clear of mud and water, and imdiately laid him flat on the ground to start cardiopulmonary resuscitation and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, repeating the process.
In the anxious wait of the crowd, they finally saw a slight rise and fall in Wang Xiaoguang’s chest.
When the boy regained consciousness, his first words were, “It’s so fishy!”
Fishy?
At this mont, Wang Dachun, being closest to mother and child, noticed the fishy sll coming from his cousin’s hands, as if there were still traces of blood from cleaning the fish. He imdiately realized she must have been processing fish at ho before coming here.
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