As soon as Mu Yang walked out of Gu Xiaodi's ward, he took out his mobile phone and began to search for "what precautions do people with alcohol poisoning have in terms of diet after waking up".

As he walked, he carefully looked at the precautions on the mobile phone, and finally made a call home.

He smiled and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Hey, Mom, I'll go home for dinner tonight" and hung up happily.

As he walked out of the inpatient building, he stood at the bottom of the building and paused for a moment, looked back meaningfully, and then picked up his steps and walked towards the parking lot of the hospital.

In the evening, Muyang parked the car in his garage, and skillfully took out two big supermarket shopping bags from the trunk, and then rang his doorbell with a smile.

Muyang's home is in the villa area of the west district of H City, which is a three-storey small western-style building with a single courtyard.

His mom was a retired university professor, and his dad was a successful self-made businessman who owned a hotel chain.

Muyang majored in international hotel management at Chinese University, and his father thought that he could take over the family business as soon as he graduated, so he let him study this major.

Muyang entered the family business as soon as he graduated, and managed the hotel in an orderly manner under the guidance of his father. In just a few years, he, as the CEO, has been able to free up his hands to do the side hustle he likes now.

"Yangyang is back?"

As soon as Mu Yang walked into the door, he heard a crisp woman's voice coming from the inner hall.

"Mom, I bought a lot of ingredients today, and I'll cook dinner for you in the evening." Mu Yang smiled and said as he walked towards the inner hall.

When I walked to the inner hall, I saw a woman with slightly curly hairstyle and a pair of glasses with a red rimmed glass, about sixty years old, dressed very elegantly. She stood there with a kind face and a smile on her face, looking at Muyang.

This is none other than Muyang's mother, Mrs. Mu.

"It's rare for you to come home once, so how can you cook? Mommy's going to cook dinner. Mrs. Mu took the shopping bag in Muyang's hand and said gently and dotingly.

Maybe it's because Mrs. Mu is a university professor, and she was used to being poor when she was young, even if their family lives in a villa now, she doesn't hire a nanny at home like those neighbors around their house, and she still likes to do everything herself.

Now retired at home, in addition to reading books, she takes care of some flowers and plants in the yard or cleaning the house, living a leisurely life, and her home is also spotlessly cleaned up by her.

In Muyang's eyes, his mother has always been a hardworking and wise woman.

"Mom, you can just go to the living room and watch TV, I'll have all the dinner for me." Muyang put the shopping bag in his hand on the kitchen cabinet and said to his mother coquettishly.

"Since you're so insistent, okay, we'll burn the two of us for dinner, and your dad won't be at home tonight." Mrs. Mu looked at Mu Yang and raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile.

Mrs. Mu looked at her son's extraordinarily attentive appearance today, and didn't think much about it, and went straight to the living room to watch TV.

Muyang looked at the back of his mother, who had walked away, and immediately bent down, frowning and rummaging through things in the kitchen cabinet.

Finally, in the bottom row of the cabinet, he found a brown timed casserole, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and his frowning brow slowly relaxed.

Then, I saw him take out three kinds of beans from one of the shopping bags: red beans, black beans, and mung beans. Then he picked up a hollowed-out mesh basket and washed it over and over again.

He had washed the beans about seven or eight times, and then he mixed the three beans with water in a ratio of 1:1:1:3 and put them in the brown timed casserole.

Muyang didn't let his mother into the kitchen from cooking to cooking, to cleaning the kitchen after dinner.

Before going to bed, he looked at the timer on the brown casserole again with satisfaction, and then went to sleep satisfied.

--

Gu Xiaodi had a high fever again at midnight, but he still didn't wake up.

Feng Yaya was so frightened that she called the nurse on duty, and the nurse told her that it was a reaction to the output of alcohol, which made her calm.

She still didn't feel at ease and asked for a new towel from the nurse, borrowed a washbasin, wiped Gu Xiaodi's forehead and palms for Gu Xiaodi over and over again, and called Gu Xiaodi's name over and over again.

Finally worked until the early hours of the morning, Gu Xiaodi's fever subsided, and she was tired and fell asleep on the edge of Gu Xiaodi's bed.

At five o'clock in the morning, when the sky outside was still gray, Muyang got up in a hurry, put on his slippers and went downstairs, running towards the kitchen on the first floor.

When he walked to the kitchen, opened the casserole, and saw the pot of bean soup that had been stewed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

I saw that he carefully filtered the bean soup with a strainer, and then he was satisfied with the filtered bean soup into a white insulated bucket. He then worked non-stop to keep the kitchen spotless.

After he finished dealing with all this, he looked at the time on his wrist, and hurried up to the second floor, and in less than ten minutes, he was ready to go downstairs, picked up the white thermos bucket in the kitchen and went out with a smile on his face.

"Hey, old Han, are you at home?"

As soon as Muyang got into his car, he called Han Shengwen.

"Well, why is there something so early?" Han Shengwen asked in a hoarse voice on the other end of the phone.

"You wait for me at home, I'm on my way to your house, I'll be there in half an hour." Muyang hung up the phone after happily speaking.

Han Shengwen on the other end of the phone was confused.

He looked at the time on his phone, at 5:20 in the morning, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "This kid is not sick, right?" Why did you come to my house so early? ”

Immediately, he rolled over on the bed again, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

--

When Han Shengwen returned home from the hospital yesterday, it was already late. He came back after having dinner with Feng Yaya in the hospital.

Han Duoduo was at her grandmother's house from Monday to Friday, and only on weekends would Feng Yaya and Han Shengwen take Han Duoduo back to their own home.

Han Shengwen's mother was a treasure knife in the hospital before she retired. Just a month after she retired from the hospital, she was rehired by the hospital.

This heavy responsibility of taking care of Han Duoduo was naturally handed over to Feng Yaya's mother and father.

Since Feng Yaya's mother's house was demolished, her second elder has lived a life of collecting rent, but every year these rents are paid to Feng Yaya's card. Feng Yaya regularly sent living expenses and some nutritional supplies to the second elder.

This is not to say that Feng Yaya is not filial to her parents, it's just that the old man can't resist the temptation from the outside when he reaches his age, and he will buy some useless *** every once in a while to go home. Therefore, this is a decision made by Feng Yaya after careful consideration.

Fortunately, her parents still agree with her point of view for such a precious daughter, so the three hit it off, and Feng Yaya naturally became a rent collector.

At that time, their family was demolished, and according to the area and population of their family, they were divided into three sets of demolition houses and a subsidy of 2 million.

A bungalow with an area of more than 100 is the house where Feng Yaya's father and mother now live, in Jiangbei District, H City; In addition, the two sets that were rented out are more than 80 square meters, and they are also in the same community and different real estate.

Because this area is a relatively famous school district house, the housing is relatively tight, and the rent is relatively high, and Feng Yaya can receive about 15,000 rents for those two sets a month.

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"Knock Knock"

Han Shengwen, who was asleep, was awakened by an eager knock on the door again, he looked at his phone in a daze, 5:50, and then got up from the bed with a twitch of the corners of his mouth.

When Han Shengwen opened the door of their house, he saw Mu Yang's handsome figure, standing proudly at the door of their house, and even he saw a faint smile between Mu Yang's eyebrows.

"Big brother, what do you mean? So early, still people can't sleep? Han Shengwen rubbed his sleepy-eyed eyes and looked at Muyang's reproachful expression.

"Go in and say." After Muyang finished speaking with a smile, he walked through Han Shengwen's house with one lunge.

Han Shengwen shook his head helplessly at Muyang's back, and then closed the door and went in with you.

"Brother, I'm afraid that you will get up early to make soup hard, so I made a pot of bean soup for hangover and detoxification on my own initiative, you can take it with you when you go to the hospital, don't tell my brother and sister that I made it." Muyang put the thermos bucket in his hand on the coffee table in Han Shengwen's living room, and said to Han Shengwen with a smile.

When Han Shengwen heard Muyang's words, he frowned, as if to say, "I didn't plan to boil soup at all." ”

Then, he suddenly looked up and down, left and right at Muyang as if he had discovered a new continent.

He touched his chin with his hand, and then looked at Mu Yang and asked thoughtfully, "How did I find out that your kid has been very enthusiastic about my wife's best friend since yesterday?" Isn't that your style? Could it be ...... Could it be that your kid is not pure? ”

"No, absolutely not, I just think she's very pitiful, and I see that you and your siblings are so busy, so as a friend, I can help at this critical moment, right?" Mu Yangpi defended himself with a smile.

"Really?"

Han Shengwen's expression and tone revealed a sense of "Are you really so good at Muyang?" The tone of disbelief.

"Of course, who am I? Your brother. Mu Yang said with an unwavering expression that could not be doubted.

Han Shengwen expected that Muyang would not easily confide in the truth, so he simply smiled heartily and said, "That's right, you kid has always been righteous to his friends, thank you." ”

"That is, who made us brothers? I'll give you a day off today, you don't have to go to the company, I'll be here all day today, you can accompany them in the hospital. Muyang said awe-inspiringly.

"I'll go, I'm also a shareholder, okay? Do I need you to give me a holiday? Han Shengwen looked at Muyang's appearance, speechless in his heart.

Mu Yang looked at Han Shengwen, he kept looking at him with a strange look, he felt that his back was breaking out in a cold sweat, and he said to Han Shengwen weakly: "That, you go sleep for a while, I'll withdraw first." Remember, don't tell your sisters that this is the soup I made. ”

"Oh, I know, you're so long-winded, go and go, I'm sleepy." Han Shengwen said, and "driven" Muyang out of his house.

As soon as Muyang walked out of Han Shengwen's house, he stroked his chest and let out a long breath, and said to himself nervously: "I was scared to death of the baby, I was almost recognized by that kid, but fortunately, there is no danger." Gu Xiaodi, I hope you get better soon, we will come to a long time. ”