After Tang Zijin went downstairs, he saw Fu Jiuheng standing by the window and making a phone call, if it was still raining outside the big floor-to-ceiling window, if it went on like this, it was estimated that the mudslide would not be able to be cleaned up.

They are expected to spend a few days here, which is really nothing, so it should be a vacation.

"Jinjin, come down, is there anything uncomfortable?" Fu Jiuheng saw Tang Zijin down, hung up the phone directly, and asked her with concern.

Dr. Chen said that Tang Zijin had a high fever caused by typhoid fever, and even if the fever subsided, it would recur if he didn't pay attention to it.

So, he wanted to know if Tang Zijin was really fine.

If she was still uncomfortable, Fu Jiuheng was ready to ask Dr. Chen to come over and take a look at Tang Zijin.

The medical level of the town is limited, and naturally it cannot be compared with the big hospitals in Anseong, but Tang Zijin only has a small problem such as a fever and cold, and Dr. Chen can completely treat it.

"Brother Jiu, I don't feel any discomfort, after taking a bath, the whole person is a lot more energetic." Tang Zijin's current spirit is quite good.

After the fever subsided, I sweated profusely, but now I am relaxed in the shower, and I feel a lot more relaxed.

"It's okay, be reserved, go to the restaurant to eat first, cook a bowl of noodles, and pork rib soup." Fu Jiuheng walked towards the restaurant.

Tang Zijin is really hungry now, he has been in a coma for a day and a night, and it is strange that he is not hungry, so he smells the aroma of food and walks quickly towards the restaurant.

"Brother Jiu, did you cook this?" Tang Zijin's eyes lit up when he saw a table of food, and then looked at Fu Jiuheng with a happy face.

"I only cooked one bowl of noodles, and the rest was cooked by the aunt I invited, and I warmed it up and brought it out." Fu Jiuheng filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Tang Lijin.

The thing was cooked by a local aunt before, none of them are cooking experts, plus an injured person, a sick person, all need nutritious meals to nourish the body, the town is not big, they are all small restaurants, there are no star hotel restaurants, and they can't order nutritious meals.

Ren Yi later went to a small restaurant to find an aunt who cooked vegetables to cook for them, but fortunately, the taste was really good, and everyone unanimously asked the aunt to cook for them.

Three meals a day, and after cooking, my aunt went home.

Fu Jiuheng just came down to heat up the food left in the kitchen, and then cooked a bowl of lean noodles for Tang Zijin.

"Brother Jiu, I didn't expect that one day I would be able to eat what you cooked with your own hands." Tang Zijin hurriedly took a mouthful of noodles with chopsticks and fed them into his mouth.

The taste is light, the saltiness is moderate, and the softness and hardness of the noodles are also suitable.

"How does it taste, tell me if you want to eat it in the future, and I'll cook it for you." Fu Jiuheng opened his mouth directly.

"Really? Brother Jiu! Tang Zijin didn't expect Fu Jiuheng to agree so simply, and he couldn't believe it.

After all, he is Fu Jiuheng, the high-ranking president of the Fu Group, how could he go into the kitchen and cook something for her on the stove.

His status is not suitable.

He wants to cook, and that is also for his sweetheart Bai Yueguang, not her.

Where does she have such a qualification?

This time, it was an accident that trapped them in this town, she had a high fever and Yang Shimeng was in pain, so she asked Fu Jiuheng to cook a bowl of noodles for her.

This kind of thing is unavoidable, Tang Zijin, you are sober, Fu Jiuheng cannot be the kind of person who can go to the kitchen for you.

"Brother Jiu, it's better not to use it."