Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

When Yu Feng arrived home, she opened the door and smelled the fragrance filling the living room.

He sniffed with his nose raised, wondering what his aunt was burning, it was so fragrant.This made him hungry after undergoing three surgeries in one day.

But no matter how hungry he is, he still knows what the first factor is when he comes back.

I changed my shoes at the door and called Mu Chenyan as I walked in, "Mom, where is Xiaosi?"

Mu Chenyan walked out of the kitchen and frowned, "Your sister is sleeping, why are you so loud?"

The kitchen door was open, and Yu Feng stared at the tall figure inside, surprised, "Why is this kid here?"

Mu Chenyan said, "Jiang Yan is cooking porridge for your sister. You go to the bedroom and see her. I just touched my forehead and it doesn't seem to be particularly hot."

Cooking porridge?

Yu Feng didn't say anything more. He put down the medical kit in his hand, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door. He first went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then went to Song Jiawen's bedroom to check her. Mu Chenyan followed behind.

"Thirty-eight degrees two, still burning."

After Yu Feng finished speaking, he looked down at his younger sister who had opened her eyes, and asked softly, "Tell my second brother, where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

After sleeping for more than an hour, Song Jiawen felt much better now.

But he was still running a fever, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, "Much better."

She looked at Mu Chenyan again, "Mom, is Jiang Yan gone?"

"No, he is cooking porridge for you in the kitchen. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Song Jiawen nodded, "What are you cooking? Is it chicken porridge?"

Jiang Yan really knows Xiaosi very well.

"It's just chicken porridge, and he's also making scallion pancakes and shredded potatoes."

Song Jiawen's eyes lit up and she couldn't care less about her fever. She struggled to get up and said, "I want to eat cake."

Yu Feng was surprised and stopped him, "You are sick now. If you want to eat, you can only eat some porridge, not cakes, it is not easy to digest."

Did this kid do it on purpose?
  Unexpectedly, Song Jiawen picked up the cotton pajamas beside the bed and said while putting them on, "It must be a dough cake. The dough is easy to digest."

After saying that, she got out of bed, put on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom with Mu Chenyan.

In the kitchen, Jiang Yan had already cooked chicken porridge and was frying scallion pancakes. There was a plate of shredded potatoes and fungus and onions on the table next to them. They were all mixed vegetables and very light.

Mu Chenyan said that he only had to make what Xiaosi liked to eat, but he made quite a lot of cakes, so whether they would eat them or not, he had to make them first.

Hearing the movement outside, Jiang Yan turned around and looked over.

"You're awake, do you still have a fever?"

Seeing Song Jiawen coming over, he put down the shovel in his hand and raised his hand to touch her forehead.But he paused when he was halfway up, and finally put his hand down under the looks of Yu Feng and Mu Chenyan.

Seeing his actions, Mu Chenyan only smiled but didn't say anything.

Yu Feng snorted coldly, "Big tail wolf!"

"I feel fine, I no longer have a headache."

Mu Chenyan touched her head and said, "Mom, go get the porridge. You sit outside first. Jiang Yan will be fine soon."

Song Jiawen nodded, looked at the browned scallion pancakes in the pan and licked her lips, "You haven't made this for a long time."

To be precise, I haven’t had the chance to do it since I came to Kyoto, mainly because I was too busy and didn’t take care of it.

In addition to being the squad leader, Jiang Yan is also one of the best in the class in homework. Plus he has a computer shop, so he is really busy.

"If you want to eat from now on, just tell me and I'll cook it for you." Mu Chenyan looked at him and smiled, "If you have nothing to do on the weekend, come with Xiao Si. You can cook whatever you want, and I can also ask Auntie to prepare it in advance. "

Chicken porridge, scallion pancakes, and two mixed vegetables looked quite inconspicuous. Yu Feng even complained that it was eaten like breakfast even though it was late at night.But after taking a bite of the scallion pancake, he became silent again.

Because Song Jiawen was ill, she didn't dare to let her eat more. She only drank a bowl of porridge and a piece of scallion pancake stuffed with shredded potatoes.

But Yu Feng ate three in one go, drank two more bowls of porridge, and finally sat on the chair without support.

Mu Chenyan also ate two pancakes and a bowl of porridge. Because her aunt was not very good at making pasta, she felt amazing when she ate the freshly fried scallion pancakes.

She praised, "I didn't expect you to have such skills at such a young age. I still can't do this."

Yu Fengxin said you should say what you know, don't say what you don't know.

Jiang Yan smiled modestly, "After my parents divorced, no one cooked for me. In order to fill my stomach, I had to learn to cook everything."

Mu Chenyan was not surprised when she heard this, because when the detective they hired went to Yunzhou to investigate the Song family, they also investigated Jiang Yan.

While they were chatting, the door clicked open from the outside.

When Yu Heng came in, he was surprised to see everyone sitting in the restaurant.

"Hey, this girl, why are you here tonight?"

Mu Chenyan curled her lips, "Your sister had a fever at school today, and Jiang Yan carried her here. Forget it, I won't talk about you anymore, what's the use?"

Yu Heng:.
  He walked over and raised his hand to touch Xiao Si's forehead, but Yu Feng stretched out his hand to stop her, "Wash your hands first. She is still sick. Who knows if there is a virus on your hands? Huh? Why does it smell like perfume? You went on a date?"

Upon hearing the word "date", everyone turned to look at Yu Heng.

He touched his nose uncomfortably and was about to deny it when Song Jiawen said from the side, "Our teacher Luo often wears this kind of perfume."

"Teacher Luo?" Yu Feng's eyes lit up, "Your teacher?"

Song Jiawen nodded, then looked at Yu Heng suspiciously and asked, "Brother, are you dating Teacher Luo?"

Yu Heng glared at her, "Smelly girl, isn't it because of you?"

After saying that, he turned and walked to the bathroom.

Jiang Yan saw that it was already eight o'clock and stood up to leave.

Mu Chenyan sincerely said, "There are a lot of empty rooms at home. Jiang Yan, you can stay here tonight."

Song Jiawen looked up at him, with the same hope in her dark eyes.

But Jiang Yan still refused. He knew in his heart that now was not the time. He had to wait until Jia Jia really had feelings for him and the two of them confirmed their relationship. Only then would they be able to live here openly.

"Have a good rest and try to get better from your cold tomorrow."

Jiang Yan returned to the dormitory, and when he saw Liu Wenhu, he remembered what Weng Minhong had asked him to do in the afternoon.

At this time, Liu Wenhu was having a heated chat with Tian Xiaohui's online dating partner, 'Perfume is Toxic'. Because his style was completely different from Tian Xiaohui's, when facing him, the other party didn't act like a pretentious person like Tian Xiaohui. He was bold and naive. One after another of love words, Liu Wenhu, who had been in society for two years, was dazzled and felt inferior!

Tian Xiaohui, who was watching the whole process, was so disheartened that he collapsed to the extreme.

"You, you said, if I give her my money, will she give it to me?"

None of them answered, looking at him like a fool.

Tian Xiaohui sat down on the chair and lowered his head dejectedly.

Out.

I'm super busy at night. I have to recite English and write Chinese from memory. The key is that it doesn't matter. The most important thing is to hold back and don't get angry!