The last time I had a head cold, I made the mistake
of sneezing and sniffling around her, and she acted like the world was coming
to an end. She immediately ran out and bought pears, brown sugar, and these
white ear mushrooms, cooking them all together in a nasty soup that she sat in
front of me and forced me to eat.
This time when I got a cold, I was determined not to
let her notice. Before she came today, I drank three piping hot cups of herbal
tea, and sucked on vitamin C drops. I would blow my nose only when I could hear
she was in the other room.
My strategy worked until about 30 minutes before she
was done. She was in the study, where I sat, and I had to clear my throat.
Her head whipped around. “Gan mao?” she asked.
“Yi dianr,” I admitted. “Mei wenti.” I didn’t want
her to think the cold was too bad. She offered to make me tea, which I refused.
“But you have a cold!” she said in Chinese.
“Yes, but I’m okay,” I said back in Chinese. Since
she was done with her work for the day, she was forced to accept that and
leave.
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