However, Xiao Jinxuan, who was on the bed, saw Zhuang Yiman coming in, and hurriedly ordered the eviction: "With Aunt Zhao taking care of me here, I'm fine, hurry back to the room and sleep, it's not good to infect you in a while." ”

Because of a sore throat, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was extremely low, obviously forced to open his mouth to talk to him.

Zhuang Yiman's footsteps that were about to approach him suddenly stopped, and he pursed his lips a little aggrieved before nodding: "Got it." ”

At the end, he told Aunt Zhao who walked to the bed: "Aunt Zhao, please take care of Ah Jin." Let's cook some light porridge for him later. ”

"Yes, good ma'am."

Zhuang Yiman glanced at Xiao Jinxuan, who was lying weakly on the bed, and then turned to leave.

Just went back to the room, she was worried that Xiao Jinxuan wouldn't be able to sleep, so she simply got up and went downstairs to cook porridge for Xiao Jinxuan.

After Aunt Zhao helped Xiao Jinxuan measure his temperature, put an ice pack on his forehead, and told him to sleep for a while, wake up and take some light medicine, and then left Xiao Jinxuan's room.

After going downstairs, she walked straight to the kitchen, and then unexpectedly found that Zhuang Yiman was already inside.

"Madam, go and rest, I'll cook porridge for Mr."

Zhuang Yiman shook his head, "It's okay, I'll come, I can't sleep left and right." Why don't you go and rest for a while? ”

"It's okay, I'm used to waking up early. Then I'll prepare some appetizers for my husband. ”

"Yes, I'm in trouble."

Aunt Zhao walked to the sink and washed her hands before putting on her apron and preparing side dishes.

"Ma'am, sir's birthday is coming, isn't it?"

Zhuang Yiman nodded, "Well, there is still a month." ”

"How are you going to celebrate this year?"

"I'm not sure yet, I'll go back and ask him."

"Yes."

The two of them prepared a light breakfast for the sick Xiao Jinxuan in the kitchen together, and they chatted with each other, which was also interesting.

By the time everything was ready, it was almost an hour later.

Aunt Zhao raised her wrist and looked at the time on her watch, it was already past six o'clock, she put warm water, medicine, porridge, and some side dishes on the plate, and said to Zhuang Yiman: "I'll send it to Mr." ”

"Yes."

Thinking of Xiao Jinxuan's previous illness, she told him uneasily: "Watch him eat, let him eat a few more bites." ”

Aunt Zhao smiled and quipped: "You little husbands and wives are really loving." ”

Zhuang Yiman couldn't help laughing, and teased: "No way, who made him my family." “

"Haha." Aunt Zhao smiled heartily before leaving the kitchen with the serving plate.

When she arrived at Xiao Jinxuan's room, Xiao Jinxuan was still lying on the bed, and the ice pack that had originally covered his forehead had also been removed and thrown aside.

Aunt Zhao put the tray on the bedside table, reached out and touched his forehead, the temperature was not as hot as just now.

She whispered, "Sir." ”

After a few seconds of short waiting, Xiao Jinxuan slowly opened his eyelids.

He glanced sideways slightly, saw Aunt Zhao standing beside the bed, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Madame cooked porridge for you, get up, drink some porridge, take some medicine, and then rest?"

Xiao Jinxuan slowly sat up from the bed, frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why doesn't she go to sleep?" ”

"Isn't that worrying about you? You honestly ate the porridge and took the medicine, get better quickly, so that she will not worry about you. ”

"Tell her to go rest first, I'm much better."