The wound on his back was cleaned up, the fever had subsided, and after eating a big bowl of white porridge, he was a little more comfortable, Meng Qing introduced the habits and stories of the stone frog, and as he spoke, his voice became smaller and quieter, and he fell asleep again unconsciously.

Jiang Zhilian squinted for a while, and woke up first half an hour later.

She carefully removed Meng Qing's arm on her body and got out of bed lightly.

Before going out, she left a small note for Meng Qing:

"There is also white porridge in the pot, and I eat it hot when I am hungry. I went to the stall, and the hot tofu and soy milk I made today should be sold immediately. Come home at seven or eight o'clock in the evening and wait for me. —May 8, Lotus. ”

There is also a cute smiley face drawn after the name.

When Meng Qing woke up, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the desk through the bright window, and gradually spread diagonally at the end of the bed, illuminating the warmth of the room.

He took a deep breath and sniffed the intoxicating, sweet aroma of the room.

This is the unique taste of Jiang Zhilian's body, the first time I smell it makes people intoxicated, and it is addictive to smell too much, and I am addicted to it.

He saw the note on the pillow, and the handwriting on it was elegant and powerful.

The words are like the person, and the beauty and tenacity of the writer can be seen through the handwriting.

Meng Qing kissed the smiling face on the note, and then went to the kitchen to heat a bowl of rice porridge to drink.

The little hawthorn ran into the yard and played with wild cats and dogs for a day, and when he was hungry, he realized that he had come back to beg for food.

Meng Qing saw that there was half a piece of leftover steamed buns in the pot, so he kneaded it into small pieces and fed it to the dog.

He also scooped a few spoonfuls of white rice porridge into the dog's food bowl, and then cut a few slices of cucumbers and carrots for her to snack.

The little hawthorn eats especially happily and happily wags its little tail.

Meng Qing saw that she was covered in dust and mud, and the hair on the top of her head was twisted into a ball, so she took a bath.

The little hawthorn was too naughty, and she was not very cooperative at first, so she shook Meng Qing's face.

He could only take a good step and calm the dog down little by little.

When Jiang Zhilian came back, she saw Meng Qing walking out of the bathroom with a little hawthorn in her arms.

The little hawthorn was wrapped in an old sheet, revealing only a pitiful little head.

The hair hasn't dried yet, it's all tightly attached to the skin, so it doesn't have the plush look it used to be, and it looks like a little old man.

"Why are you just right! Little Hawthorn especially doesn't like bathing, and every time she bathes her, she can exhaust herself! Jiang Zhilian complained while moving the things from the stall to the yard.

"I'm bored and want to find something to do." Meng Qing sat on the sofa and carefully wiped the water on the little hawthorn boy's body.

"Have you drunk porridge?" Jiang Zhilian carried the dishes and chopsticks on the stall that had not had time to be cleaned to the kitchen.

Meng Qing tilted her head to look at her busy figure and replied, "I drank it an hour ago." ”

"Cheng, I'll cook right away!" Jiang Zhilian stepped on the hot wheels under her feet, busy in and out of the house.

The little hawthorn fell asleep comfortably under Meng Qing's rubbing.

After Meng Qing dried the dog, he carried it back to the cage, then walked to the kitchen door and said, "Don't stir-fry, let's get two bowls of clear soup noodles?" ”

Jiang Zhilian thought for a while, "Okay, you wash your hands and wait for a while!" ”

Meng Qing turned around and went to the bathroom to briefly clean the floor that had been soiled by the small hawthorn, and then washed his hands carefully.

When she came out, Jiang Zhilian had already made the noodles.

"So fast?" Meng Qing sat down at the dinner table, picked up the chopsticks and stirred the noodles in the bowl, and said with a smile: "It's really light." ”

Dried noodles and a few slices of spinach in the soy sauce soup.

Other than that, nothing else was put in.

The condiments are also only soy sauce and salty salt.

After taking the antipyretics, he sweated a lot, and the two bowls of white rice porridge were quickly digested, and Meng Qing was really a little hungry now.

He snorted a few bites, then ate a large bowl of noodles, leaving not even a mouthful of soup left.

It was the first time Jiang Zhilian had seen him eat at such a speed, and she was afraid that he would not have enough to eat, so she pushed the half bowl of noodles she had eaten in front of him and said, "I'm full, you can eat these too!" ”

Meng Qing shook her head and pushed the bowl back in front of her, "You've been busy all day, you need to eat more." I'm already full, and it's hard to digest if I eat too much. ”

Jiang Zhilian persuaded a few words, but she was not persuaded, so she had to continue eating.

She regretted while eating, "I would have made more if I had known, and it wouldn't take long to stir-fry two dishes." ”

Meng Qing watched her eat silently, her eyes full of tenderness.

"That's right." Jiang Zhilian put down her chopsticks, licked her mouth clean, and said, "Tomorrow is Mother's Day, let's take your mother to Qingxiang Canteen for a meal, shall we?" Bring my uncle and aunt again, my aunt is now also an expectant mother! ”

Meng Qing looked puzzled, "Mother's Day? ”

"That's right!" Probably Mother's Day has not yet become popular in the mainland at this time.

Jiang Zhilian hurriedly explained: "Mother's Day is a festival to thank mothers, and the time set in each country is different. We are the second Sunday of May, which is tomorrow. It doesn't matter what day it is! It just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend, so we should all have free. Some time ago, we were all busy with each other, and we haven't had dinner together for a long time, and I miss them a lot. ”

Meng Qing hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I'll talk to them in the evening." ”

Jiang Zhilian knew what he was worried about just now, "Don't worry, I know you just want to give it a try with me." I don't know what the result of the trial will be, so we're just preparing for a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship now, and I won't pretend to be a girlfriend. ”

After guessing his thoughts, Meng Qing lowered his eyes, looking a little uncomfortable.

"I won't tell anyone about the matter between the two of us until you open your mouth." Jiang Zhilian said in a relaxed tone: "I'm young! There is no rush at all. Also, I don't have a penchant for showing affection. You are down-to-earth and don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you make any mistakes later, it won't ruin everything. All people make mistakes, and it doesn't matter as long as it's not a matter of principle. ”

Meng Qing stared at her intently, lost in thought.

"Wow, why did it suddenly get so heavy!" Jiang Zhilian smiled brightly, held his slightly cool hand, and immediately changed the topic, "On the way back, I bought you a shirt and put it on the shoe rack, you can change it in a while and then go back!" ”

When she was drugged, she saw that his white shirt was stained with blood and pus, and it was estimated that he could not wash it off.

So, on the way back, she went to the store and bought him a new one.

"Hmm...... It's ......" Meng Qing hadn't withdrawn from the previous topic yet, his voice was muffled, and he looked a little depressed.

"When you need to change your dressing, you can come to me! I'll get it for you. Although Meng Qing didn't say anything, Jiang Zhilian could guess that he didn't treat it in time because the wound was on his back and he was not good at taking medicine.

Meng Qing must not want his mother to worry, so it is impossible for Qiao Ruiling to know, so she can't help much.

Although the town clinic was very close, because it was too close and everyone came and went frequently, he was afraid that Dr. Guo and Nurse Sun would leak their mouths, so he didn't go there.

The wound was in an invisible place, and it may not have been very painful at the time, so I didn't realize the seriousness and was negligent!

Her intelligence and understanding, patience and respect often make him feel at ease.

Sometimes Meng Qing would think that if he hadn't met a smart and empathetic girl like Jiang Zhilian, he would probably be single for the rest of his life.

However, his troubles still exist, and the predicament is not so easy to get out of.

When Meng Qing left, his mood was still not very high.

But when he appeared in the Qingxiang Canteen the next day, he returned to his previous appearance of being clear and proud.

Jiang Zhilian booked a private room in advance, and in order to save time, she also ordered the dishes on her own initiative.

Qiao Dong's indispensable scallion oil noodles, Mu Jiaojiao's pregnant women's meal, Meng Qing and Qiao Ruiling's vegetarian food, she has considered everything thoroughly.

After arranging everything, the agreed time for dinner had not yet arrived, and Jiang Zhilian was a little bored.

She planned to talk to Lin Xiang, but after going to the hall and the back kitchen, she even looked for the lounge, but she didn't see anyone.

She caught a helper and asked, "Didn't Lin Xiang come today?" ”

The assistant chef replied: "Sister Xiang is here, I saw her going in the direction of the warehouse just now, I guess she is preparing to clear the goods!" ”

Jiang Zhilian nodded, "Where is the warehouse?" ”

The kitchen helped her point.

Jiang Zhilian smiled and thanked her, and then walked towards the warehouse.

Ten minutes later, in the semi-underground warehouse, she found Lin Xiang with a blue nose and swollen face.