The preliminary judgment is normal body temperature, so I picked up the ear thermometer placed at the head of the bed and measured it.

Well, 36.9 degrees, the next thing is to treat the virus in her body. Earlier, she said that her throat was tingling, and it was an upper respiratory tract infection; Just let her sleep, and he will deal with the contents of the plastic bag at this time, and make up for the symptoms!

Aiden walked to the kitchen and spread all the ingredients on the counter, unconsciously biting the thumbnail of the other hand around his chest with one hand, and rarely looked overwhelmed.

There have been several clinical medical centers in country M that drinking chicken soup can inhibit the symptoms of throat and respiratory tract inflammation, and can effectively alleviate the discomfort caused by colds, and chicken contains a variety of amino acids required by the human body, which can enhance the body's resistance to viruses and accelerate healing.

He bought the chickens...... But the question is, what is he going to do with this chicken?

His cooking skills are limited to home-cooked pasta, and it's okay to cook a clam macaroni pasta, but he is really not good at stewing chicken soup! After the second brother learned to cook for his second sister-in-law, he stepped on this road! The men of their Germanita family have become wives and slaves, and they don't know who they inherited.

Call Big Brother?

It would be too stupid to call for help for something like this, and his pride would not allow it to happen.

Aiden didn't stay in a daze for long, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find pots and pans to cook the chicken, and his body began to move to keep his thoughts clear, maybe he could think of a solution.

God, face this chicken...... He would rather take a scalpel and face the head with the skull pried open.

Find a pot that can hold the whole chicken, fill it with water, put it on the gas stove and start cooking, uh - when is that chicken going to be put in? After the water boils? So the soup has no taste, or do you have to put the condiments in it first?

Is it the whole chicken put in it? Or do you need to dismember it first? Think about the gross anatomy class when you were a student, stare at this chicken, and use your imagination!

He had moved a rock to shoot himself in the foot......

Go for help from the Internet gods! If you fail, it's a big deal to hide in your own house next door!

When Aiden shows his clumsy side in the kitchen of Peng'er's house, the sound of a long metal collision wakes Anya upstairs.

Anya sat up and stretched to soothe her muscles, her whole head as clear as if she had just taken a cold shower.

"What time is it?" Anya looked up at the wall clock, startled by the angle of the hour and minute hands, and quickly jumped out of bed to find her phone.

"It's miserable, it's miserable, although I resigned, I can't not go to work irresponsibly the next day, I'm sure the big boss is going to blow up my phone!" Rushing downstairs in a panic, she heard a strange sound from somewhere that stopped her in her tracks.

What was that?

Is there anyone else in her family?

Who is so powerful that they can run into her house? No, no, who is so bold to break through the empty door and come to steal things in broad daylight?

What to do? Will she be the unlucky number one ghost if she appears now?

Anya bit her nails and thought for two seconds before running back to the room to find a weapon for self-defense.

Step by step, on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer, she moved to the source of the strange sound, holding in her hand the plain glass jar she was going to make a starry sky bottle, ready to go.

In the bar in Rome before, Uncle Aiden smashed a man's head with a sparkling wine bottle in order to protect her. At that time, he said that smashing his forehead was the hardest bone, and it would only stun him and not cause damage to his brain, so she came to try the same.

Come out on, what are you doing in the kitchen, you thief? Is there gold hidden in her kitchen?

"Why did you wake up?"

"Ahh Surrounded by tension, Anya suddenly heard Aiden's voice, jumped up in fright, shook her hand, and fell to the ground with a shake of the glass jar.

"Peng'er!" Aiden bent down but didn't have time to intercept it, but fortunately it was not a fragile saccharified glass, and it crisply "knocked" on the ground and rolled into the distance intact.

"You, you...... Why are you scaring me?" Anya was so frightened that her legs were weak,

Slide down the wall and sit on the floor.

"I'm sorry to scare you." Aiden immediately followed her to the ground and tilted his head to check Peng'er's physical condition. "Are you alright? What do people think of it now?"

"I'm scared of you, and my whole body goes limp...... Can you give me a hand?" Anya lazily raised her hands like a child begging for a hug.

Aiden lifted her up with ease, tightening his arm strength to let Peng'er lean against his chest. Anya raised her eyes, and then realized a problem:

"Uncle, how did you get here? And use my kitchen generously?"

"Peng'er, I couldn't find your phone yesterday and didn't answer it, I tried to enter through the main entrance, I didn't expect you to be a little wary, a girl sleeping at home and not even locking the door? I was there last night, and I borrowed your key to be able to come back in the morning when I went out."

"You were there last night, and you went out in the morning and came back? Isn't your home next door? Why are you going back to my house?" Clams? What is this uncle talking about? She doesn't really understand.

"You're sick, can I go back to the next door with confidence?" Aiden reached out and cupped Peng'er's face, exerting a little force to show punishment. "Also, why didn't you tell me if you weren't feeling well? Why is a man lying in bed pitifully with a fever?"

"Uh......" Anya bit her lip and looked at Aiden with a pitiful look.

"Even if you look at me like this, I'm going to punish you!" Aiden suddenly approached, pushed Anya against the wall, and spoke to her at a distance of 5 centimeters. "Why don't you rely on me?"

"Don't don't, let's not stick so close, ...... talk" Anya's two small hands were about to resist, and they were immediately grabbed by Aiden and nailed to the sides of her face.

"Huh? Say what you say again." Aiden ignored Anya, and even narrowed the distance between the two to less than 3 centimeters.

"We ......"

"After you passed the cold to me, you didn't care if I lived or died?" Aiden lifted her chin and interrupted her domineeringly. "I can't imagine my Peng'er being so cold-blooded."

"W-what?" The good masculine smell made Anya want to take a deep breath greedily, but she was afraid that her lips would immediately touch Aiden as soon as she moved, but she couldn't refute it.

The tickling sensation came from the lower lip, and their lips ...... Touched. Anya was at a loss, slowly biting her lower lip, trying to make each other's lips a little more distanced; However, Uncle Aiden, he ......

"Spare your lips, it's mine." His hand slid from the wall to Peng'er's face, rubbing his thumb against her lips. "Are you trying to contradict me? It's useless, you already belonged to me last night."