Zhou Chengyan helped Qiao Ai to sit at the table, and happily brought a plate in front of Qiao Ai, "This is your favorite steamed fish last time, how about you do it today?" ”

Looking at Qiao Ai expectantly, Zhou Chengyan, who was waiting to be praised, never thought that the plate of fish had just moved in front of Qiao Ai, which actually caused her to revolt for a while, retching, and her face instantly turned even paler.

"What's going on?" Zhou Chengyan's frowning brows were about to twist into a knot, looking at Qiao Ai's pale little face, worried, was this too much of a blow to Old Lady Gu?

"I think we'd better go to the hospital, Ai Ai—"

With that, Zhou Chengyan was about to leave to get the car keys.

"What are you doing in the hospital?"

Qiao Ai grabbed Zhou Chengyan's hand, "I should have no appetite due to too much liver fire, my mother was often like this at that time, and when I went to the hospital, the doctor at most prescribed a few pairs of Chinese medicine for conditioning, and then I asked me to pay attention to adjusting my emotions." I don't have to go to the hospital very often. ”

People are really fragile.

If a person is in a bad mood for a long time, it will affect the whole physical health, including loss of appetite and lack of interest in doing anything.

Qiao Ai has been in contact with Mrs. Gu several times, and there has not been a time when she has not been hurt by her words, which has led to depression and affected her appetite, which is also very possible, but Zhou Chengyan is still not at ease, "You are not a doctor." ”

"Doesn't my own body know it myself? Isn't it okay now? ”

Qiao Ai smiled and asked Zhou Chengyan to see that he was no longer retching, and in order to reassure him, he said: "Maybe there is still some fishy smell in the steamed fish, so it makes me feel a little sick to my stomach." Is there a fish stew in a casserole today? I think the fish stew in the casserole you made is very fragrant, and I want to eat that. ”

"Absolutely."

Zhou Chengyan hurriedly changed the steaming casserole to Qiao Ai's face.

The method of casserole fish is different from that of steamed fish, because there are more accessories such as onions and chili peppers, so the fishy smell of the fish is completely covered, and it is replaced by a strong aroma.

Originally, Qiao Ai was worried that she would regurgitate again and make Zhou Chengyan worried, but as soon as she smelled the fragrance of the casserole fish, she suddenly felt an appetite, and her stomach also cried with a coordinated "cooing".

After a gust of wind, Qiao Ai himself ate the pot of casserole stewed fish.

Zhou Chengyan watched Qiao Ai's blood-colored cheeks gradually become some after the meal, and finally put his mind at ease.

After cleaning up the restaurant, Zhou Chengyan chatted with Qiao Ai for a while, discussing with her when she could go fishing again, and then she could make a big table of fish banquets, and then call Gu Nan over and let him taste whether the top chef in the hotel did a good job or he did it himself.

Qiao Ai laughed at him, "Of course you make it delicious, because you put a lot of vinegar in it." ”

"Are you kidding your husband?"

Zhou Chengyan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Qiao Ai's little face that was finally flushed and her naughty expression, revealing a temptation, the Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for your physical discomfort, I would definitely not spare you tonight-"

Qiao Ai naturally understood the meaning of the words, because her body was still tired, so she coaxed, "Thank you, husband, for a lot." ”

After chatting for a while, Qiao Ai's mood was already much better, and Zhou Chengyan took care of her to go to bed early.

Early the next morning.

When Qiao Ai woke up, Zhou Chengyan hadn't left yet.

When she opened her sleepy eyes, she saw Zhou Chengyan sitting neatly at the head of her bed, with a pair of black eyes looking at her gently. 18

"Why haven't you been to the company yet? Didn't Xia Yi say yesterday that the company needs you to host a high-level meeting? Because I just woke up, the slightly hoarse and lazy voice is full of charm.

"How does your body feel?" It turned out that Zhou Chengyan was still thinking about her body.

"It's okay, I slept and felt refreshed."

It's an exaggeration, but Joe is a lot more comfortable than yesterday, "Besides, I'm hungry now, and my stomach is deflated—"

Qiao Ai made a coquettish expression to Zhou Chengyan.

"Well, breakfast is ready. The toothpaste has been squeezed for you, and the mouthwash has been received, you go wash first, and I'll serve you food. I made you some stomach-nourishing porridge this morning—"

Qiao Ai grabbed Zhou Chengyan, who was just about to get up and go to the kitchen, "You better go to the company quickly." I can do all of these things myself. You've taken such good care of me, I'm about to become a waste. ”

"Don't talk nonsense. You're not in good health. Zhou Chengyan looked at her dotingly.

"It's really fine, yesterday it was an emergency. Go ahead—"

With that, Qiao Ai got up and pushed Zhou Chengyan out, because her affairs had delayed his work too much, and the huge Zhou family had to have many things waiting for him to deal with.

"No, you can't do without me now." Zhou Chengyan refused.

"Then why don't you just come back after the meeting? I'm fine now, just standing here. What's not to worry about? In order to reassure Zhou Chengyan, Qiao Ai deliberately made a naughty face with him.

Zhou Chengyan couldn't resist Qiao Ai, so he had to agree, and before going out, he didn't forget to turn around and say, "Remember to drink that porridge while it's hot, I'll be back in less than an hour." ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself."

Qiao Ai smiled, gave Zhou Chengyan a reassuring expression, then waved at him and closed the door.

Qiao Ai, who was really hungry, quickly finished washing, went to the kitchen and filled a bowl of steaming nutritious eight-treasure porridge, picked it up and began to eat.

I really don't know what time Zhou Chengyan got up and started boiling porridge, this eight-treasure porridge is called a rotten one.

Qiao Ai ate a small spoonful of food, the more she ate, the more she loved to eat, and after eating a small bowl, she filled another bowl herself.

Of course, after eating a bowl, I knew what to do, and I began to find something for myself.

Because eating alone can be really boring.

After thinking about it for a moment, Qiao Ai took out her phone and planned to listen to music.

As soon as the phone slid away, with a few prompts of "Di Di Di Di-", several news messages were pushed in succession.

A bored Joe was eating eight-treasure porridge and casually glanced at it and was about to exit the news page to listen to the song, but the words of a video news headline caught her attention, and her hand holding the spoon stopped in front of her face.

——There are no wonders in the world, and Qiao Ai's tricks are jaw-dropping!

Is the "Joey" on the news talking about himself?

Subconsciously, Joe felt as if something was wrong—