The mother and daughter changed out of their matching puff-sleeve court pajamas. Lin Wanwan still wore the traditional attire she brought, while little Qingyu put on the ready-made clothes bought just the day before.
The modern-made traditional costumes were simplified and easier to wear, whereas the ancient-style costumes were more complex, with ties everywhere. It took Lin Wanwan half a day to dress little Qingyu.
Little Qingyu cherished her clothes, her whole being radiating joy that also infected Lin Wanwan.
"Come on, mother will take you to eat something delicious!"
Lin Wanwan brought stage-four milk powder and vitamin D from a modern supermarket for little Qingyu, planning to properly supplement her nutrition.
To raise a healthy child, Lin Wanwan specifically subscribed to a "Child Raising Encyclopedia" and crafted a locked treasure chest.
The treasure chest appeared to be made of wood on the outside, but it was iron inside. With the technology level of the Tang Dynasty, they definitely couldn't open it, and it would take ages to smash it open. It was specifically for storing modern items with obvious modern features that should not be discovered by Tang Dynasty people, such as milk powder cans, vitamins, probiotics, "DK Encyclopedia of Everything," "Child Raising Encyclopedia," etc.
Little Qingyu held the glass cup filled with milk powder, her eyes misty, thinking how wonderful it was to have a caring mother!
After Lin Wanwan washed up and came to see her, she found her still holding the milk powder and couldn't help but say, "What's wrong? Don't like to drink it?"
Little Qingyu hurriedly shook her head, raising her little arms toward Lin Wanwan, saying, "Mother drink first!"
Lin Wanwan was taken aback for a moment, then smilingly replied, "This is specially for little Yu'er to drink. Mother is an adult and doesn't need it."
Little Qingyu's small head couldn't understand; she just felt that the best things should go to her mother first. But seeing that Lin Wanwan truly didn't want to drink it, she then cautiously took small sips.
"Knock knock!" At this moment, a knocking sound was heard.
"Come in."
The shop assistant who came in placed the breakfast items one by one on the table. Lin Wanwan curiously picked up a flatbread and took a bite; the texture was average—no, it was bad, not only a bit hard but also somewhat sour.
She put down the flatbread and saw little Qingyu eating it in small bites, showing an expression of enjoyment, which made her a bit heartsick. Such food, in modern times, which kid would stomach it? Although she was an orphan, her grandparents never let her lack food or clothing from a young age.
After feeding the little one in the suite, Lin Wanwan finally took little Qingyu out.
As usual, Lin Mengli harnessed the ox cart, and the large and small pair, wearing veils, began to explore the Great Tang! Today happened to be market day, and upon arriving at the workshop, the place was bustling with the sounds of cows, horses, and donkeys constantly neighing. Lin Wanwan led little Qingyu down from the ox cart, intending to see what the Tang Dynasty market had to offer.
This was living history! The heavy sense of time rushed towards them.
Lin Wanwan also tried a few street snacks and concluded that the Tang Dynasty's noodle-making was still lacking, not fully fermented, mostly hard and sour. She initially thought it might've been the inn's chef lacking skills.
As she leisurely observed the vicissitudes of life, suddenly, a piercing local accent entered her ears: "Daya! Daya, what's wrong? Help! Someone save my Daya!"
With the shout, a circle of people immediately gathered.
Although Lin Wanwan was not fond of crowds, the call for help made her hesitate for a moment before she took little Qingyu's hand and moved forward to see what was happening.
She saw a five- or six-year-old girl in ancient hemp clothing, her face turning blue-purple, mouth open with only slight reactions left. Beside her, an equally ancient-dressed woman, face full of panic, held her, eyes red, slumped on the ground, patting the girl's back frantically. Nearby were two bouncing fish and an overturned bamboo basket.
"Is she choking?" Lin Wanwan couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, yes, yes! I just gave the child a date." A woman drenched in sweat beside the mother and daughter replied.
Seeing this, Lin Wanwan didn't delay, taking little Qingyu's hand, and gently said, "Let me try. I've been a volunteer and learned the Heimlich Maneuver."
The bystanders couldn't understand this talk of Heimlich, but the desperate mother quickly grasped that Lin Wanwan was willing to save Daya!
"Thank you, thank you!" The woman repeatedly thanked, tears streaming down.
Lin Wanwan instructed little Qingyu to hold onto her sleeve, then stepped forward to lift the little girl, holding her to her chest, recalling the Heimlich emergency method. She placed a foot between the girl's legs, crossed her hands into fists above the girl's navel, and forcefully thrust backward.
Once, twice...
After five or six tries, a red foreign object spewed from the girl's open mouth. The object came out, but the girl lost consciousness.
Lin Wanwan quickly initiated CPR. Perhaps her actions were too shocking; compressing the chest might not have been odd, but mouth-to-mouth was too startling. If she hadn't been dressed as a noble lady, someone might have already accused her of misconduct.
A moment later, the girl opened her eyes, coughed several times, and then her errant gaze found her mother before she began to cry heart-wrenchingly.
"Daya, my child!" The mother, seeing her daughter alive, hugged her tightly and cried bitterly.
Little Qingyu looked at Lin Wanwan with a face full of admiration, her heart echoing: Mother is amazing! Mother is beautiful! Mother is the best!
The onlookers applauded enthusiastically, deeply impressed by the noble lady before them who had saved a life. As the commotion subsided, the crowd gradually dispersed.
However, a few men continued to steal glances at Lin Wanwan. Amidst a throng of patched-up people, Lin Wanwan, in her silk broad-sleeved luxurious apparel, was indeed too conspicuous. Among the market-goers, who had seen such a fairy maiden?
If a noble lady wanted to shop in the market, she would usually send a maid rather than personally visiting the marketplace.
"She survived, she's alive! Ah, what a fright, I almost turned a good deed into disaster." The sweating woman, wiping her forehead, finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly leaving with her vegetable basket.
She had come to the woman's stall to buy fish, saw the cute girl, and gave her a red date from her cloth bag. Who knew the girl would choke on it, nearly suffocating, leaving the woman drenched in cold sweat.
Doing a good deed that almost led to a lawsuit—who would she explain to? She wouldn't dare act so naively kind anymore.
After saving the girl, Lin Wanwan quickly checked on little Qingyu, seeing her clutch her broad sleeve tightly, her big eyes full of stars, looking up at her.
Lin Wanwan couldn't help but pat her small head—since the little one's hair was previously yellow, sparse, and lice-infested, Lin Wanwan had cut it short to shoulder-length, tying it into two centipede braids, making it much more comfortable to rub than the traditional buns.