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"You brothers and sisters quarrel as soon as they meet, just like this when they are young, and like this when they grow up. Hey, it's not early, let's hurry up and cook. Jiang Guoming shook his head and reminded, and at the same time took a carton of orange water in a paper package, inserted a straw and handed it to Qingqing.

"Thank you, uncle." Qingqing took the orange water and said with a smile.

Jiang Yichen clapped his hands and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

Qingqing followed, leaning against the door to drink a drink, while watching him chop vegetables with great interest.

"Qingqing, I'm going to split the joke in the future, I was cutting radishes just now, and I couldn't see anything all of a sudden, how dangerous this kitchen knife is." Jiang Yichen said as he cut it.

"Hehe, Brother Chenzi, your skills are so good, you'll be fine." Qingqing grinned, not impressed.

"By the way, I touched your forehead just now, it's so cold, are you sick?" Qingqing suddenly remembered what had just happened.

"yes, I don't think so." Jiang Yichen touched the door of his head with the back of his left hand, and it was not obvious.

"Really, it's much cooler than my hands." Qingqing insisted.

Jiang Guoming also walked into the kitchen to prepare stir-fry, and when he heard this, he stretched out his palm and touched his son's forehead.

"It's cold, Xiao Chen, are you feeling unwell?" The tentacles were cold, and he began to worry.

"Dad, do you look like I'm sick?" Jiang Yichen shook his head again and again, he felt very good recently, sick? What a joke.

Jiang Guoming remembered his son's energetic appearance when he was working in the past few days, and the anger on his face was also very good, and his heart relaxed again. Maybe it's because of the hot weather, and my palms are affected, which causes the illusion.

So he didn't mention it anymore, put on a small iron pot, poured some soybean oil and began to stir-fry.

Twenty minutes later, the three of them sat around the living room table and began to eat. At the same time, they talked to each other about their situation.

Qingqing's real name is Ding Yuqing, because her aunt likes the sunny weather after the rain the most, so she gave her this name.

She is almost 19 years old this year, and now she is studying at a secondary school in Puheng County, majoring in finance and accounting. And I am about to graduate, and I am currently in the internship stage.

Her parents, that is, Jiang Yichen's aunt and uncle, live in Mopanzi Village, 30 kilometers away from the county seat, and the two have only one child, Qingqing. However, it was not biological, because my aunt was unable to have children, and she was raised from a distant relative who was born superchild, and she was still a baby at the time.

Mopanzi Village is poor, and the aunt and the two are also honest and responsible villagers, and the son is very hard.

Jiang Yichen's father couldn't look at it, and he had to subsidize a little from time to time, especially after Qingqing went to school, he increased the amount. However, this is also common for most people who come out of the countryside to work.

After lunch, Jiang Yichen accompanied Ding Yuqing to go outside to play, shopping in the streets and shopping malls.

Qingqing is no different from other girls, and when she walks around the mall, she is called a jing, relaxed, and energetic. Especially in the clothing, shoes and hats product area, it is a counter to look at one by one.

But I just looked at it, and I didn't buy anything.

In addition, although she wears ordinary clothes and wears light makeup, her naturally cute and sweet image is still very eye-catching, and many men of all ages have frequently turned back along the way.

Rao is physical condition is no longer comparable to the past, but Jiang Yichen still feels tired, but it is rare to get along with Sister Qingqing once, so he can only grit his teeth and persevere.

During this period, Ding Yuqing also told him her plans, she wanted to go to Lingjiang City to find a job after graduation, and wanted Brother Chenzi to help keep an eye on it to see if there were any acquaintances who were familiar with it.

After all, Lingjiang is a sub-provincial city with separate planning, and there are more opportunities. However, I heard that the competition in the talent market is fierce now, and it is difficult for college students to find jobs, so I am really a little worried.

Jiang Yichen just wanted to say that the academic qualifications of secondary school students were indeed a little low, but his mind immediately turned a corner. A beautiful little girl like Qingqing is a scarce resource. Don't look at life now is much better than in the past, there are many brands of cosmetics and skin care products, but real beauties are still rare. It is not easy for those employers to recruit a few beautiful employees to improve the company's image.

Therefore, Qingqing will go to the talent market to find a job in the future, and it is likely to be more popular than any master's and doctor's degree, after all, the latter has now a tendency to flood.

Jiang Yichen told her his thoughts and told her that she didn't have to worry too much about work. However, the academic qualifications of technical secondary school are indeed insufficient, and it is best to use your spare time to go to a college after work.

Ding Yuqing giggled after hearing this, and her mood was much more relaxed. So he had to pull Jiang Yichen to accompany her to the movies.

An afternoon passed in a hurry, and it was not until more than five o'clock that Jiang Yichen sent her back to school.

At night, Jiang Yichen leaned on the pillow and flipped through a magazine in his hand.

Reading an article in which the protagonist went to the hospital for an intravenous drip due to a fever, he suddenly remembered that at noon, Qingqing and his father both said that their foreheads were cold and expressed concern.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the door of his head, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. However, this is not accurate, and the temperature of the palm can be changed.

So, he went to the hall and opened the drawer of the utility cabinet, found a thermometer, shook it, and clamped it under his armpit. Then return to the bedroom.

Five minutes later, he removed his thermometer and looked at the light.

I couldn't help but be startled when I saw this. The mercury column is only a small section, and it is still far from the thirty-five degrees of the lowest marked scale.

He blinked, confirming that he was not mistaken.

Isn't the metal head in contact with the skin? Or is you short on time? He then put the thermometer back under his armpit to check its position, this time for a full quarter of an hour.

Take it out and look at it again, it's still the same. If you calculate according to the scale of the scale, it is only about 33 degrees.

Broken thermometer? Jiang Yichen made another conjecture.

So, he went to find another one in the drawer and tested it again, and the result was still the same as the former.

Damn, what's going on? According to common sense, a person's normal body temperature should be 37 degrees, and if it exceeds or falls below this number, it means that there is something wrong with health.

However, I am in excellent physical condition and feel better than ever.

By the way, when I was in the stone cave on Yunsha Island, I didn't feel cold when I slept on the stone platform at night, and I heard a lot of mosquitoes flying in the air at that time, but I didn't get a single bite. Could it be that this is also because of low body temperature?

Jiang Yichen frowned, thinking repeatedly, but he couldn't understand it.

Or go to the hospital and have a look. He thought about it, but immediately dispelled this idea, now the hospital costs are high, and he can't get a few hundred yuan to treat a fever and cold. If it comes up to a series of inspections, the little money that I have worked so hard to accumulate will be wasted.

Forget it, it's better to trust your feelings and wait until you're not feeling well.

He then reclined down in bed and continued reading the magazine.