No one is more coquettish than Jiang Huaining.

In normal times, Lu Zhu may do it with him, but it is not as good as he wants. Now that he is sick, so weak to go to bed, he just wants the stars in the sky, and she will try to pick them up.

Lu Zhu pursed the corners of his lips with a light smile, put his hand into his neckline, took out the thermometer, was too sleepy, his eyes narrowed into a slit to look at the numbers on it, and then frowned deeply: "Why is there still a little low-grade fever?"

"It probably won't go away that quickly." Jiang Huaining didn't want her to worry, so he took the thermometer and put it on the bedside table, ready to turn off the light, "Just get some sleep."

How could Lu Zhu sleep, get up from the bed, the clothes rubbed against the quilt, and there was a sound of rustling.

Jiang Huaining asked her what she was doing, and she said that she went to take a bath, and her body was too dirty to bear. Jiang Huaining didn't hesitate, put her elbows on the pillow and propped up her head, watching her take her pajamas in and out of the bathroom.

Soon after taking a shower, she took a handkerchief wet with cold water in her hand and tried to cool him down: "Lie flat, how can you still stick to your forehead in this position."

Jiang Huaining followed her words and lay straight on the bed. Lu Zhu folded the handkerchief into a square, snapped it on his forehead, and then lifted the quilt and got into the warm quilt. Usually his arms are like a constant warm stove, and now it is burning, like a stove.

"What did you eat at night?" Lu Zhu turned off the lights and asked him in the dark.

"I bought a noodle soup with pork ribs."

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"Eat." Jiang Huaining replied, a hint of a smile leaked in her voice, did she treat him as a three-year-old child, and the matter of eating and drinking medicine still needs to be emphasized.

But he knew very well in his heart that it was because she cared about him that she would be so concerned about his affairs.

Jiang Huaining closed his eyes, smelling the same smell of shower gel on her body as his, his heart was soft, except for peace of mind and satisfaction, he couldn't think of any other description for the time being.

Lu Zhu got up a few times at night and changed the veil on his forehead.

The sky was bright, Lu Zhu woke up again, she barely slept well all night, she held her breath and got out of bed gently, and went out of the bedroom to cook porridge in the kitchen.

Jiang Huaining does not live often, and there are no other fresh ingredients at home, and rice noodles are available. She set up the rice cooker to cook porridge and rummaged through the freezer layer of the refrigerator, only to find half a chicken.

When the supermarket opened, she had to go and buy some bones for Jiang Huaining to drink in stewed soup to replenish her body.

Lu Zhu closed the refrigerator door and dozed off on the sofa in the living room.

When Jiang Huaining woke up, there was no one on the bed, and if it weren't for the smell of her in the air, he would almost suspect that his brain burned out last night and hallucinated.

The effect of taking medicine, he slept very deeply this night, and he never woke up halfway, and he didn't know when Lu Zhu got up.

Rubbing his messy short hair, Jiang Huaining pushed open the bedroom door and stopped for a moment. The man curled up on the couch had his head little by little, and his forehead was about to hit his knees.

Jiang Huaining's eyes were astringent, and he suddenly didn't want to walk over to disturb her, and he couldn't bear to see her fall asleep on the sofa in such an uncomfortable position, and pursed the corners of his lower lip, he still walked over, and every time his footsteps fell, he was very light and light, for fear of disturbing her.

It seemed to be a long walk to the sofa, and Jiang Huaining bowed and picked up the whole small group.

Before he could move a step, Lu Zhu woke up in his arms, opened his mouth and yawned, his eyes couldn't open, and his voice was blurred: "Are you awake?"

"Well, go to bed and sleep a little longer." Jiang Huaining adjusted his posture of hugging her.

"You?"

"It's you." Jiang Huaining's voice was low and gentle, "I'm so sleepy that my upper and lower eyelids are fighting."

"I'm not sleepy." Lu Zhu broke free from the crook of his arm, stepped on his slippers, and ran to the kitchen, where the porridge was cooked and exuded fragrance.

She brought two bowls to the dining room.

"Did you brush your teeth?" Lu Zhu ran to Jiang Huaining, "I cooked porridge, but there are no side dishes at home, so let's eat some casually."

Jiang Huaining took her hand and touched her eyelids with the other hand, where there were traces of exhaustion: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Lu Zhu: "Just catch up on sleep in the afternoon."

The two stood by the washbasin in the bathroom to brush their teeth, exactly the same as when they lived together during the summer vacation, the color of the tooth cup was pink and blue, and the toothbrush was the same type.

Jiang Huaining wrung the hot towel and handed it to her first, after she washed her face, he wiped the towel she used casually and hung it on the shelf.

The two sat opposite each other at the dining table, chatting and drinking porridge.

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After eating, Lu Zhu stared at Jiang Huaining After taking the medicine, he took his temperature again, and finally the fever subsided, but he still had a little cough.

"You stay at home, don't go out to blow the wind, I'll go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients, there is nothing at home." Lu Zhu stood in the hallway to change his boots, supported the wall cabinet with one hand, and bent down to close the zipper on the side of the leather boots.

Jiang Huaining stroked his nose and smiled: "It's not so weak, I'll accompany you."

He had changed his clothes, and he couldn't stand Lu Zhu's tough attitude: "Then do you want to listen to me?"

Most of the time, Jiang Huaining is extremely indulgent and obedient to her, and there are some things that he doesn't want to listen to her, such as this incident at this moment: "I'll help you carry things."

"I'm going back tomorrow, I don't have to buy so many things, I can carry it." Lu Zhu put on a down jacket and resolutely refused to let him go out, "The supermarket is so close, it's no problem for me to be alone. If you're bored, watch TV, change the sheets and covers, someone sweated so much last night."

Before he could speak again, the door in front of him shut.

In vain, Jiang Huaining looked helplessly at the door panel, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he had to swallow it back, and silently turned around and went to the bedroom to change the sheets.

A few minutes later, Lu Zhu called, and as soon as he connected here, he heard the background sound of the chaotic mockery in the supermarket, which was the sound of the early uncles and aunts grabbing vegetables.

Lu Zhu asked, "Do you have any dishes you particularly want to eat?"

She knows Jiang Huaining's tastes, but the tastes of people who are sick may be slightly different.

Jiang Huaining pondered for a moment and said an unexpected answer: "Red bean milk tea."

"You want to drink milk tea?"

"Bring me a drink for my girlfriend, thank you."

Jiang Huaining sat on the bed that had just finished changing the sheets, there was still the smell of detergent in the air, he smiled at the corner of his lips, but the words he said were very serious—disguised seriousness.

Lu Zhu was stunned for a second, and when he reacted, he laughed, "I won't tell you."

She made her own decisions and picked out some of Jiang Huaining's favorite dishes, mainly because she wanted to buy stewed soup with tube bones. She wasn't very good at making soup, and she had to call her mother when she got back.

Let her mother know that she is looking for Jiang Huaining again, and she is estimated to be nagged......

The person who said that he would not buy so many things ended up carrying a large bag of ingredients, which could not be fitted, and asked for a small shopping bag.

Passing by the drink shop, Lu Zhu stopped, listened to Jiang Huaining's words, bought his girlfriend a cup of red bean milk tea, sat in the store and drank a few sips, in Jiang Huaining's words, it was so sweet.

The rest of the unfinished drink was put back into the bag, Lu Zhu hooked the handle of the bag with her little thumb, and when she walked to the door of the community, she saw people standing in the cold wind.

This restless sick number is so worry-free.

Jiang Huaining walked quickly to her, shared all the weight of her hands, lifted one hand easily, and then looked at her fingers, his eyebrows frowned: "I also said that I could carry it, but my hands were red."

Lu Zhu held most of the cup of milk tea left, didn't discuss this issue with him, pinched his sleeve and dragged it forward: "Go home quickly, it's cold outside!"

The winter in Beicheng was dry and cold, and the north wind was raging, and her head was frozen when she went out, not to mention the patients whose resistance was in a low state.

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Lu Zhu tied his apron, stared at a bag of chopped barrel bones in the kitchen in a daze, and called Xia Zhu resignedly.

"Mom, teach me how to make soup, the kind that you want to give to the sick to drink, light and nourishing."

Xia Zhu was stunned by her words, "Who is sick?"

Lu Zhu said, "Jiang Huaining."

Xia Zhu really asked, "Did you go to Beicheng to find him?"

Lu Zhu was vague

Hmm, in order to stop my mother from asking questions, I quickly got down to business: "Mom, you quickly teach me how to stew the best soup with tube bones, I can't do it well."

She knows the basic steps of making soup, which is nothing more than blanching the water to remove the fish, then putting it in a pot and boiling for several hours, and finally adding seasonings to taste. You can also stew a pot of soup by following the basic steps, but it may not taste as good as her mother's secret recipe.

When she was at home, she always felt that the soup made by her mother was extraordinarily fresh, not greasy and very tasty, and she had never tasted it anywhere else.

Xia Zhu sighed, "The female is not staying" and began to teach her how to make soup.

Lu Zhu took the memo and wrote them down one by one, and according to her method, she deliberately picked a deep casserole and put it on the stove, without a rice cooker.

"Mom, are you free in the afternoon?" Lu Zhu leaned on the cooking table, and his voice was very sweet.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Zhu smirked, "Will you teach me to make rock sugar pear soup in the afternoon?" Jiang Huaining's throat was hoarse, and he kept coughing, and I heard that drinking this can clear away heat and phlegm, moisten the lungs and relieve cough."

Xia Zhu was silent, she hadn't even finished half of the four years of college, and she had the illusion that her daughter had already married.