Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"how about you?"

　　"Wait a while for the medicine to boil, and I'll just stick it on the little glutinous rice. I can also make it if I feed it. The medicine is not too bitter and can be drunk. You go to rest, I'll take care of you tonight, and then wait. I will massage once tomorrow, observe and observe, it should be almost the same."

　　Sitting on the chair, Wu Shaobai waved to her.

　　But who knew that Yang Mi shook her head directly:

　　"I'll accompany you. How can you take care of glutinous rice by yourself for so long?"

　　"No, I'm used to it. When I was young, I followed my grandfather to make medicine..."

　　Seeing that he seemed to want to say something, Yang Mi waved her hand:

　　"Okay, that's it. I'll chat with you for a while~ Otherwise, if you let me go to sleep by myself, I think it's not like you are guarding in the kitchen. Hey, can you play games?"

　　"……what?"

　　"Don't, let me teach you how to play games? I am the king and thief!"

　　"..."

　　Seeing the suddenly excited sister Yu, Wu Shaobai sighed...

　　"Hey... sis, you have nothing to do tomorrow?"

　　"No, my parents will be here tomorrow morning. Come on, don't talk nonsense, you play the game first! I'll take you!"

　　(It will be delivered on Friday, see you in the morning~).

Chapter 1605

　　Wu Shaobai has no interest in such mobile games.

　　Know nothing.

　　Even, he thought it was stupid to hold a mobile phone and control a cartoon man in the crackle.

　　But Yang Mi couldn't help itchy hands.

　　When Wu Shaobai didn't even know who was the enemy and who was the friend, after the two of them played two games, he looked at the exhausted mobile phone and waved:

　　"Okay, go to sleep now."

　　"do not……"

　　"Hurry up, I've stayed up all night, and I'll definitely have to make up my sleep tomorrow. If you don't sleep, we'll have no energy tomorrow. Who will take care of glutinous rice?"

　　"Uh……"

　　Yang Mi was forced to go back to rest.

　　But instead of going back to her own room, she went to her daughter's bedroom.

　　And Wu Shaobai also sat at the door of the kitchen, closed the window again, turned on the range hood, then checked the time, and walked into the bedroom with a thermometer.

　　Seeing Yang Mi lying there looking at him, Wu Shaobai was stunned, but immediately made a "shush" gesture.

　　Holding the thermometer, he walked gently to Xiao Nuomi's side, carefully stuck it in the girl's armpit, and started timing with his mobile phone.

　　Little Nuomi didn't wake up, but seemed to sense something, and subconsciously arched her armpits into her mother's arms.

　　Because she was worried that she would wake up suddenly, Yang Mi gently patted the quilt and coaxed her daughter to sleep.

　　At the same time, her eyes fell on Wu Shaobai who was sitting beside the bed.

　　The light of the night light is dim.

　　It was so dark that she could hide her eyes well.

　　The night light is also very bright.

　　In that warm light, she could clearly see the man's profile.

　　Silent bedroom.

　　Only under the rhythmic beating was the even breathing sound of the sleeping glutinous rice.

　　Abnormal silence.

　　5 minute later.

　　Wu Shaobai gently took out the thermometer from the girl's armpit, pointed to Yang Mi, and said in a low voice:

　　"Go to sleep ¨' ."

　　"……Um."

　　The woman responds like a cat.

　　The door is closed.

　　She lay on the pillow and closed her eyes.

　　I don't know why...

　　I felt a little restless.

　　……

　　Time: 0:55.Temperature: .

　　After recording his daughter's temperature with a sticky note, Wu Shaobai took another look at the medicine in the pot.

　　It is conservatively estimated that the medicine should be boiled until about 1:[-], but the navel sticking is more troublesome.He scooped out some with a spoon and looked at it, the mashing was just beginning.

　　Estimated to get more than 2 points.

　　He checked the charcoal fire under the stove again, and determined that it could burn steadily for about half an hour. He went back to the sofa, set himself an alarm for 25 minutes, and then leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

　　But as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the door turn.

　　Open her eyes and take a look... Yang Mi is looking at him on tiptoe in the corridor leading to the bedroom.

　　That looks like a virtue of being a thief.

　　"?"

　　He asked in confusion:

　　"What are you doing?"

　　"..."

　　Yang Mi didn't speak, just looked at him...

　　"???"

　　Wu Shaobai tilted his head:

　　"what's wrong?"

　　Immediately afterwards, he saw that the other party avoided looking at him.

　　There is a kind of... very cowardly feeling.

　　"?????"

　　Just when he was confused, the woman shook her head:

　　"It's okay, I'll drink water."

　　"Oh."

　　Wu Shaobai nodded and said:

　　"Go to sleep now."

　　"……Um."

　　Yang Mi swallowed a glass of ice water and glanced at the man on the sofa...

　　Back home silently.

　　After returning home, he closed the door.

　　She didn't go back to the bed directly, but just stood at the door, not knowing what she was thinking.

　　For a while, he held the door handle, and for a while, he seemed to be restraining something and turned around forcibly.Then he seemed to be irritably scratching his hair, and his scalp made a "sizzling" sound in the room.

　　It looks a little strange.

　　But in the end, all the irritability, anxiety, restraint, and forbearance were all dispelled by the daughter's "mother".

　　She quickly got into bed, clinging to her daughter, and patted her hand gently on her daughter's quilt again.

　　At the same time, a gentle humming sound resounded in the room:

　　"Fortune-telling little fairy~ Divination in exchange for wine money..."

　　……

　　After more than 20 minutes.

　　The alarm sound woke Wu Shaobai.

　　Opening his bloodshot eyes, he got up and walked directly to the kitchen.

　　I added a piece of charcoal to the stove for boiling navel stickers, and looked at the casserole with the concoction.

　　After seeing him for a while, he simply sat on the chair and dozed off.

　　After squinting for another 20 minutes, after seeing that all the concoction was only a shallow layer at the bottom of the pot, I took out the bowl, gauze, and filtered out the concoction little by little.

　　The small half bowl of soup medicine exudes a yellow and black color of sweet and bitter taste in the bowl.

　　Holding the spoon, he began to stir.

　　He is always attentive to children.

　　Whether it is the bright moon, the little glutinous rice, or the sick little sheep or the little tiger (Yu Geng Yin).

　　These children are sick, and he takes care of them like this.

　　Little by little, he lowered the temperature of the concoction to mild with a spoon, and touched his lips with the spoon. After confirming that it was no longer hot, he walked out of the kitchen with the bowl in his hand, saw Yang Mi's cup, and added some more to it. Warm water, and then walked gently into the room.