Liu Jiahao came to Feng Ling's room and touched Feng Ling's head, no longer had a fever.

The wind spirit was awakened by his action, opened his eyes, and asked, "Do I have a fever?" ”

"Now it's gone, I had a fever all night yesterday, it scared me to death, hurry up and drink this medicine." He brought the dandelion water to her and helped her sit up.

The Wind Spirit took a sip and asked, "You also know that it is very effective?" ”

"yes, you had a drink last night, otherwise your fever wouldn't go away so quickly."

"Thank you."

"It should." Liu Jiahao helped her brush her long hair away from the cup. Her hair is so soft and feels so comfortable to the touch.

It was almost noon, Feng Ling was much better, she got out of bed to fold the quilt, and found that there were a lot of blood stains on the quilt, and there was blood on her own hands, she thought that her hand was injured, and went to wash it to see, but there were no scars, and she felt very strange.

She came to the kitchen, where Liu Jiahao was warming up the remaining glass of dandelion water.

There are a few fresh dandelion grasses on the counter. She picked up the grass and smelled it, and there was blood on the grass, and when she looked closely, there was blood on the grass.

"Did you pick it?" Feng Ling asked Liu Jiahao.

"No, what kind of grass is this?" Liu Jiahao asked strangely.

The wind spirit pondered, he didn't know the dandelion grass, who picked the dandelion grass? Who boils dandelion water?

Wenwen came downstairs, saw the grass in the wind spirit's hand and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Dandelion." The Wind Spirit replied.

"Why hasn't Ling Feng gotten up yet, it's noon! Do you still eat lunch? He is really this person, Feng Ling is sick, so Liu Dong is busy here alone, and he doesn't get up early to help. Wenwen complained.

"If it's a big holiday, you can let him sleep. It's right for me to take care of the wind spirits. He just needs to take care of you. Liu Jiahao said with a smile. He was always reluctant to take Ling Feng's credit in the Wind Spirit Face. Xiao Que's words made him a little suspicious of Ling Feng.

Wenwen went to knock on Ling Feng's door and called him up.

He opened the door, his face haggard, and his beard growing thicker.

Wenwen looked at him and laughed: "No, you sleep the most, why doesn't beauty sleep work for you?" ”

Ling Feng yawned and said, "I haven't slept enough." As he spoke, he ran to the sofa in the living room to take a nap.

"The wind spirit is sick, and you don't care?" Wenwen reminded him.

He asked listlessly on the sofa, "Feng Ling, do you still have a stomachache?" ”

"It doesn't hurt much. Thank you. Feng Ling replied, thinking, who else will it be for the four of us to pick dandelions for me to soak in water and drink?

"Thank you for me, I didn't do anything, it's all Liu Dong who is busy." He said.

"yes, it scared the hell out of me." Liu Jiahao hurriedly took over the conversation.

At noon, in order to take care of Feng Ling, everyone asked the waiter to bring the food over, and the four of them sat at the table together.

The waiter put a bowl of porridge on the table and explained, "This is millet porridge specially made according to your requirements." ”

"Wind Spirit, I'm sorry, you can only drink millet porridge." Liu Jiahao brought the millet porridge to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling looked at the millet porridge, and tears flashed out at once.

"Don't you want to drink?" Liu Jiahao saw her looking at the porridge with a smile, not moving the spoon, and asked with concern.

"No, thank you so much for taking such good care of me." She struggled to control her emotions.

There are two red dates on the millet porridge, and the red dates have been pitted, broken into four petals and surrounded by a clover flower and placed in the middle.

This is the porridge she once made for Ling Feng.

When she and Ling Feng met each other, Ling Feng's stomach had been uncomfortable.

She made this porridge for him every night, she said that millet nourishes the stomach, red dates nourish the blood, and the four-petal clover is a blessing, wishing his stomach a good morning.

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