She thought to herself that although she was thin, she had always been robust. A couple of sneezes were hardly a big deal. However, to her dismay, when she got up early the next morning, her head ached, and her nose felt congested.
Old Lady Meng hopped about, berating her severely. If it weren't for the fact that she looked somewhat wilted, Old Lady Meng would have really liked to greet her with a broom.
"I told you, you're asking for trouble! Staying up late and messing about in the kitchen, what on earth were you thinking? Haven't I told you that the one thing I hate most in my life is sickly people, those who look half-dead, not the least bit brisk? And right now, you're nursing a child, do you dare to take any medicine prescribed by the physician carelessly? Isn't this just looking for trouble? Can't you, as a mother, give me some peace of mind?"
