Gu Fei nodded listlessly. "Okay, Dad. Then for the next few days, you should ask around and see where they raise clams, and buy some for us to start with."
Gu Zhang stared at her. "What's wrong with you? Why do you sound like that? You've caught a cold, haven't you?"
"It's cold here in the south, and we can't use a heated kang bed. I said we should light a basin of charcoal in the room, but your mother just wouldn't listen."
Mrs. Chen walked over and placed a hand on Gu Fei's forehead. "Have you caught a cold? Is it serious? If it is, we'll have Gu Qing call a doctor."
Gu Fei shook her head. "It's nothing serious. I'll probably be fine by tomorrow."
Mrs. Chen called out, "Lian'er, hurry! Light a basin of charcoal and put it next to Little Fei."
"Chunhua, quickly, go make a bowl of ginger soup for Little Fei!"
Lian'er and Li Chunhua called out their assent and quickly scurried into action.
