At more than eleven o'clock in the morning, He Ziqian and Jiang Feng came to Yang Yilin's residence with fruits, chicken, fish, meat, eggs and vegetables.

He Ziqian asked about Yang Yilin's condition and said, "Director Yang, you may have a cold, Dr. Luo will come over after lunch." You're fine, you don't have to take it to heart, just take medicine. I have me in the factory, so you don't have to worry about it. Let Jiang Feng be here for the past few days, and when you get better and go to work, let Jiang Feng go back. He Ziqian went back to the factory after speaking.

Jiang Feng asked Yang Yilin: "Director Yang, it's time to make lunch." What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you right away. ”

Yang Yilin grinned, and said in his heart: The noodles you make don't taste at all, and you dare to say big things! He suddenly remembered that Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi couldn't cook, and he said, "You still make noodles, make something else, can you make it?"

Jiang Feng made his Director Yang feel spacious and relaxed, he talked about it with a smile, he learned to cook when he was a child: "Director Yang, I don't dare to say anything else, this cooking thing, don't underestimate me, I will scramble eggs and make noodle soup in the first grade of primary school, and my mother often praises me!"

Yang Yilin said in his heart: Before I went to college, I had never cooked, and I came to Huayuan to learn to cook. He asked Jiang Feng a little skeptically: "You can cook at such a young age?" are you boasting, hehe!"

"Ouch, Director Yang, you may not know anything about children's cooking. Jiang Feng tried his best to find a topic to chat, "This is in the city, seven or eight-year-old children come home from school, turn on the fire of the stove, stir noodles to make noodle soup, stuffy mung bean soup, that is a common thing! When they are eleven or twelve years old, they can also steam steamed buns and make baked cakes."

"If you are older, all kinds of fried and fried will be in full meeting. You think, Mom and Dad went to work, and they couldn't go home until they got off work. I'm the eldest at home, what should I do if my younger brother and sister come home from school and get hungry? I just imitate adults to cook, and after a long time, I will naturally cook, you can believe it, hehe!"

Yang Yilin said: "Yes, yes, the fathers and mothers in the city are all working in the unit and have no time to go home to cook. It's no surprise that little ones can cook from an early age. After he finished speaking, he felt uncomfortable on his body, and he couldn't help frowning and closing his eyes.

Yang Yilin did have a cold, and he was having a fever. During this time, he was unhappy about Zheng Xiaowen's affairs. The second is that he is busy with work, and he is too tired, which causes his body to be on fire.

Yesterday he cried and cried, he was not in a good mood, he did not eat for a day, and the temperature was still cold at night at the end of spring, he did not take off his clothes when he slept, and he did not cover the quilt, and he became sick in a few strokes, and he could not smell the smell of his nose and taste the fragrance of eating.

Yang Yilin has never had such a severe cold, he thought that it would be good to eat some food and stop for a while, who knows, after eating a bowl of rice, he is still so uncomfortable.

Jiang Feng made lunch and asked Yang Yilin to prepare for dinner.

Yang Yilin wanted to try to get out of bed, but as soon as he stood on the ground, he held his head and said, "Oh, no, no, no, this head hurts and dizzy, and my whole body is still uncomfortable." ”

Jiang Feng hurriedly came over and helped Yang Yilin, and said, "You just sit on the bed and don't move, I'll go and bring the food, and you can sit on the edge of the bed and eat." ”

Jiang Feng brought rice, fried vegetables, stewed fish, and egg soup, put them on the table next to the bed, and said, "Director Yang, eat, as long as you can eat the rice in your stomach, your illness will be cured soon." ”

Yang Yilin looked at the bowls, plates, and meals on the table, and the first thing that caught his eye was the fish, and he said in his heart: Oh, if Xiaowen eats this meal here, how good it would be......

Jiang Feng looked at Yang Yilin looking at the food in a daze, and he said: "Don't look at it, eat, you eat the food in your stomach, that's the capital!"

Yang Yilin picked up the chopsticks, he didn't move the meal, he picked up a piece of fish first, he didn't send it to his mouth, but stretched out his arm to the opposite side, and said in his heart: Xiaowen, you eat first, I watched you finish eating this fish, let's eat together again......

Jiang Feng looked at Yang Yilin's stunned action, and he couldn't help but want to laugh. Besides, he respected him so much that he wanted to laugh, even if he wanted to laugh, he was embarrassed to laugh, and only said, "Director Yang, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm afraid this fish is too hot, and I want to eat it cool. After Yang Yilin finished speaking, he came back to his senses and said, "Jiang Feng, leave me alone, you go to dinner." ”

After Jiang Feng heard what Yang Yilin said, he didn't pay much attention to it, so he went to the kitchen. He wanted to accompany Yang Yilin to eat together, so he put the fried vegetables on the side of the rice in the bowl and came to Yang Yilin's bedroom with the bowl.

Jiang Feng saw that Yang Yilin had just grabbed the piece of fish, Yang Yilin didn't eat it, the chopsticks were also placed on the edge of the plate, and the person leaned on the head of the bed again. He also found that Yang Yilin had cried, the tears had just been wiped away, and his face was still wet.

Jiang Feng was a little scared, he said in his heart: Director Yang, what's wrong with him? Even if he is a little sick, he won't be so vigorous, right? He thought about it and didn't dare to ask Yang Yilin about crying, he just asked Yang Yilin to eat quickly.

No matter how Jiang Feng persuaded him, Yang Yilin leaned on the head of the bed and refused to turn his face, let alone eat with chopsticks. Jiang Feng's heart was sad and sour, he put the bowl in his hand on the table and said, "Director Yang, if you don't eat this meal, I won't eat it either!"

Yang Yilin saw that Jiang Feng was uncomfortable for him, he quickly turned around and took the chopsticks, and said, "I'll eat, I'll eat, you quickly pick up your bowl and eat," he finished speaking, and slowly ate with little taste.

Feng Youmin, Shen Yugong, Zhong Zixian, He Ziqian, Luo Ruikun, Qin Zixi, Lin Jing, Wen Jiemei, and Song Yi, who had lunch in the staff canteen of the factory, all came to Yinghua Xili to see Yang Yilin coming.

Luo Ruikun looked at Yang Yilin's throat, listened to the heart and lungs with a stethoscope, measured his temperature, and said in a soft voice: "Director Yang, you have a cold, you have a fever, thirty-eight degrees nine, what's the matter, get an injection?"

"I don't usually get sick, and I haven't taken medicine. Yang Yilin said, "Doctor Luo, if you can get better by taking medicine, you don't need to take injections, right?"

"That's fine. Luo Ruikun said, "Young people have a fever, take medicine, drink more water, and they will get better soon." I brought the medicine, you can take it first. ”

The leaders watched Yang Yilin take the medicine and said some comforting words.

Qin Zixi's four good friends were all standing in Yang Yilin's bed. When they heard the thirty-eight degrees nine, they were all shocked in their hearts, and they wanted to comfort a few words, the leaders were all present, and they didn't have a chance to speak, the eight eyes just stared at Yang Yilin, and they were very uncomfortable.

Lin Jing looked at Yang Yilin, although she felt uncomfortable, she could still endure it. Wen Jiemei looked at Yang Yilin, she wanted to cry, she saw so many people in the room, so she endured it.

He Ziqian looked at Yang Yilin, who had no spirit, he looked at Shen Yugong and Feng Youmin, sighed and said: "Alas! You don't know much about the situation, during this time, Director Yang was too nervous and tired from work. Also, he eats alone, maybe he doesn't eat too evenly. Look, the food is not good, and I am tired and sick, alas!"

Feng Youmin listened to He Ziqian's words, and he immediately remembered that some time ago, Xu Zhengfang gave him the strength to go to the wood factory to press the production task. At this time, he looked at Yang Yilin's sick appearance, and his heart was also very uncomfortable.