Xiang Huan felt that time flew by after coming to Cloud City, and in the blink of an eye, it was Chinese New Year's Eve.

The way of life here in Yuncheng is similar to that in Lincheng, and you have to make dumplings to eat.

They were originally going to make dumplings together at home, but since the morning, Xiang Huan has been uncomfortable.

At first, she didn't say that she could bear it, but it was almost noon, and when her temperature was measured, she burned to 38.5, and her headache became worse and worse.

Cheng Ye said that he was going to the hospital, but Xiang Huan said no, just take antipyretics.

But it has no effect to eat, the temperature is still not low, and she insists at home until more than seven o'clock in the evening, and Chengye does not listen to her and goes to the hospital.

"It's a cold, didn't I also contact the doctor, he also said to observe for a day, I don't want to spend Chinese New Year's Eve in the hospital." Xiang Huan leaned weakly on Cheng Ye's arm.

The first time she knew that Xiang Huan was uncomfortable, Cheng Ye contacted her doctor in Lincheng by video.

It was also judged that it should be a cold symptom, but Cheng Ye always felt that it would not be so simple, and he almost had to take Xiang Huan back to Lincheng.

I registered in the hospital and saw a doctor, and it was indeed a viral severe cold, so I asked me to go home and take medicine and drink more water for observation overnight.

Back at home, Xiang Huan deliberately hummed and chirped, saying that he wanted to eat dumplings.

In fact, she has no appetite at all, and she does this just to want Chengye to have something to do and not be so anxious, and it also seems that she still has energy.

"Then you lie down and don't move, I'll prepare, and you'll see me make dumplings later." Cheng Ye actually didn't believe that Xiang Huan wanted to eat now, but he didn't say anything.

But although Cheng Ye can cook, he is not good at making dumplings.

Xiang Huan was okay, originally it was okay for them to cooperate together, but now that Xiang Huan is sick, Cheng Ye has to come by feeling.

Lying on the sofa and resting for a while, Xiang Huan got up and went to the kitchen, she was not so confused that she forgot that Chengye didn't know how to make dumplings.

"Forget it, there's a quick-frozen Wan Chai pier in the refrigerator, just eat that." Xiang Huan leaned against the door frame and looked at Cheng Ye who was facing each other.

Cheng Ye stopped and walked over to look at Xiang Huan, raised his hand to touch her forehead to test the temperature, and the flour sticky to his hand rubbed on his face.

He looked at it and laughed, "It doesn't feel so hot anymore, it's still delicious freshly packed, but I can't make this one, it's not delicious, don't cry."

Xiang Huan was going to wash her hands, saying that she was not so uncomfortable, she could come together, and she could still make dumplings.

"Whoever you learned from, Penning definitely can't." Naruno didn't stop her and continued to meet.

Xiang Huan's eyes were stunned, and his handwashing slowed down.

"I learned from Xu Jiandong, he cooked by himself in the forest farm in the town in those years, and he learned how to make dumplings from his wife, and when I went to see him, he also taught me."

Cheng Ye slapped the kneaded dough twice vigorously, "Speaking of him, I heard that Jiang Qiqiao is pregnant."

Xiang Huan wiped his hands with a tissue, "Yes, I went to the funeral day, and pregnancy is actually taboo."

After saying that, Xiang Huan suddenly felt excited, she looked at Cheng Ye, and suddenly thought of something.

Narino didn't react and continued to prepare the minced meat.

Xiang Huan followed him, his eyes empty, thinking about the point he suddenly realized just now.

Cheng Ye doesn't know how to roll dumpling skins, and Xiang Huan doesn't know this, they used to be Xu Jiandong Lane, and the two of them finally had a way to solve it, anyway, the dumplings were finished in the end.

When it was cooked and eaten, it was already past twelve o'clock, and Xiang Huan measured the *** temperature, and the fever finally subsided.

When eating, Cheng Ye said that if he didn't get better tomorrow, he would prepare to take Xiang Huan back to Lincheng.

Xiang Huan sandwiched a dumpling, "It should be fine, my body is clear, you see I don't have a headache, my eyesight is fine, and I haven't forgotten anything, it's just a cold, doctor, you said so."

Narino looked at her, "Your eyes are really not uncomfortable, you can see things clearly?"

Xiang Huan's eyes widened deliberately, "What do you say, you can still learn to cook if you can't see clearly, and you can walk out without your help."

Cheng Ye smiled, "Your eyes will be fine as soon as you come back, it seems that this place in Cloud City is quite prosperous."

You will retire here in the future."

Say it so far at once.

Xiang Huan felt awkward when he heard this, "What is the meaning of Wangme, it is Wangus."

"Yes, that's what I mean." Narino got up and went to the refrigerator and came back with two bottles of sparkling water.

Xiang Huan didn't say anything more, but she always felt uncomfortable in her heart, she felt that when she returned to Cloud City this time, Cheng Ye had something on her mind.

Of course, she also had something to hide from him in her heart.

The next day, Xiang Huan didn't have a fever anymore, but he began to cough and have a runny nose.

At noon, after still no fever symptoms, Cheng Ye did not mention it back to Lincheng, and agreed to take Xiang Huan out to buy New Year's goods in the afternoon.

Xiang Huan didn't dare to take a shower and wash his hair, so he simply cleaned up and finished his work, and went downstairs with Cheng Ye at two o'clock in the afternoon.

At six o'clock in the evening, the two came back with a large bag, and were stopped by the security guard at the gate of the community, saying that there was a courier left at the doorman in the afternoon.

But the express delivery they purchased online has already been received, and there shouldn't be any more.

After confirming that neither of them bought anything else, Narino followed the security guard to get it and see what it was.

Because they are new to the community, the security guards are very impressed.

The express is a small cardboard box, the weight is not heavy, and the shipment "may be a gift from the merchant, and I have had it before, so let's see it when I go home." Xiang Huan didn't think much about it, thinking that this should be the case.

Naruno rarely buys things online by himself, and he doesn't know much about it, so he listened to her, and the two took it home.

Entering the door, Xiang Huan went to dismantle the express first.

Narino took other things to the kitchen to tidy up, and most of the things he bought were for eating and drinking.

"What the hell?" Cheng Ye closed the refrigerator door and asked Xiang Huan in the living room.

didn't hear an answer, Cheng Ye washed his hands and walked out, and saw Xiang Huan holding the express box, still standing in the same position and not moving.

"What's wrong?" Narino walked over and looked at the delivery box.

Xiang Huan slowly raised his head and asked Cheng Ye where they lived in Cloud City, who knew about it.

"I definitely don't have any here, Xiao Wu doesn't know." Xiang Huan said himself first.

Naruno also raised his eyes to look at her, "I didn't say it either."

Xiang Huan looked at the opened express carton again, and it was not a gift from a merchant.

It's a half-old newspaper, a radio and television newspaper that was published on a certain day in a certain month ten years ago, and it was a kind of newspaper with a good circulation at that time, and it would publish a week's preview of a TV program.

Penning used to be a big fan of the newspaper, and although she rarely had time to sit down and watch TV, she still booked it every year.

Especially in the years of marriage town.

This kind of object is now extinct in the market, and no one buys newspapers anymore to watch it, and even doesn't watch TV shows much.

Xiang Huan hadn't turned on the TV at home for several years.

Narino took half of the radio and television newspaper in his hand, flipped it over and over again, and finally leaned under his nose and sniffed it.

Xiang Huan threw the express carton at his feet, "You have something to hide from me, right?" Now, can you say that?"

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