Report to Husband: Gao Leng's Wife Wants to Hug

According to the development of this situation, he is determined to live here.

Fang Yayan didn't want him to appear here, as it would easily affect his mood at work, so he tried to persuade:
"It's very remote here, and there are hardly any entertainment venues. You'd better go back, or your comrades will find you in trouble."

"I'm currently on vacation and I don't want to associate with them." Jiang Yicheng opened the closet door and hung up the clothes one by one.

Fang Yayan leaned against the wall and sighed. At this point, she didn't want to continue to make trouble, so she simply gave each other a chance to continue to work together.

She folded her arms and watched the man hang up his clothes, which were arranged in order from long to short, from light to deep:
"I'll eat the wontons downstairs for dinner, order what you want yourself."

Jiang Yicheng paused and frowned at her:

"You come here to eat takeaway?"

Fang Yayan nodded, "Is there a problem? It is convenient and fast."

"It's unhygienic, and there are few restaurants here. Are you going to do this all year round?"

Jiang Yicheng's question hit his heart.

Fang Yayan spread his hands helplessly, "There is also the staff canteen, but it is half an hour away from the institute, and it is closed now, so there is no other choice."

"You can buy vegetables and cook by yourself," Jiang Yicheng said.

"It's impossible."

When she came back from get off work, she would either continue to bury herself in the materials or lie on the bed to rest. Cooking was a waste of time for her.

Fang Yayan ordered wontons on the mobile app, then turned on the computer and continued working, full of energy.

Bao Qinghe was right. The colleagues in the research institute were all paddling, and they didn't have much real talent. Moreover, they came to work here as soon as they graduated. They only learned theoretical knowledge and lacked practical experience, so they were of little help to her.

She had to research new products during this year before she could return to the original hospital and gag those people's mouths.

Jiang Yicheng quietly stood behind her and watched for a while, without disturbing her work, turned and went out.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door and shouted that the takeaway was coming.

"Jiang Yicheng, please hold it for me, thank you."

Fang Yayan was engrossed in writing a work report, and couldn't get away at the critical moment. She asked twice but didn't get a response, so she had to go out to get it by herself.

After walking out of the living room, I realized that Jiang Yicheng didn't mean to be wrong, but was not there at all.

"Where did you go? Thanks."

Fang Yayan muttered and opened the door to take the takeaway. Just as he was about to close the door, he saw Jiang Yicheng passing by the delivery boy and coming up the stairs with a bag of vegetables in his hand.

She was dumbfounded:
"Have you gone to the vegetable market to buy food?"

Jiang Yicheng nodded, came in with vegetables, and glanced down at the takeaway in her hand:
"Would you like to wait any longer, and I'll cook with you?"

"No need." Fang Yayan said stubbornly, "I like to eat chaos."

"Oh." Jiang Yicheng went straight to the kitchen.

Fang Yayan sat at the dining table, opened the takeaway lid, and the aroma of wontons overflowed.

She didn't believe what Jiang Yicheng could do with a pot.

After eating wontons, when she returned to her room to continue working in front of the computer, a scent of Cantonese-style sausage wafted in from the kitchen, causing the glutton in her stomach to gurgle again.

As it turns out, a serving of wontons didn't solve the satiety problem.

Fang Yayan swallowed her saliva several times, and couldn't help but ran to the kitchen to take a peek.

Jiang Yicheng made steamed rice with sausages. Inside the small rice cooker, there were sausages, shiitake mushrooms, green vegetables, tomatoes, all kinds of brightly colored dishes, which made Fang Yayan's mouth water.

"Are you here to see my cooking skills?" Jiang Yicheng hooked the corner of his lower lip in embarrassment, "Is it delicious?"

Fang Yayan wrinkled her nose, showing a disgusted expression, "It's okay, but it's too greasy for me to eat."

"I didn't intend to feed you either." Jiang Yicheng curled his lower lip mockingly, making Fang Yayan want to beat him up on the spot.

This man really can't speak.

She endured the greed and went back to the room to continue typing the report. Not long after, she suddenly felt a falling pain in her lower abdomen, piercing her body like a needle prick. The pain was so painful that she didn't even have the strength to type.

A chill rushed up from her stomach unexpectedly, she quickly closed her mouth, stood up and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

"what happened?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yicheng immediately put down what he was doing and went to knock on the door.

After Fang Ya could speak smoothly, she opened the door and supported the door frame, her face pale:
"I might have... gastroenteritis."

Jiang Yicheng helped her to sit by the bed, "Is there any medicine?"

Fang Yayan nodded, "It's in the first drawer on the left side of the desk."

Jiang Yicheng took out all the medicine according to her instructions, mixed it with hot water and fed it to her.

After taking the medicine, Fang Yayan felt much better and lay down on the bed to rest.After vomiting for so long, my stomach was empty, and I couldn't help playing the "Symphony" in front of others. I don't know if the environment is too quiet, but the sound is very loud anyway.

Fang Yayan was silently embarrassed, and she just wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

"I'll cook some vegetable porridge for you."

It was rare for Jiang Yicheng not to take her as a joke, so he helped her tuck up the quilt, and then left the room.

Fang Yayan bit her lip and shouted weakly:

"Can I add two pieces of meat?"

"No, no more."

In the end, Jiang Yicheng cooked a pot of light vegetable porridge. Even though there was no trace of meat, Fang Yayan still ate it with gusto. Jiang Yicheng commented that "people who want to die are not qualified to be picky eaters."

This time, Fang Yayan didn't dare to eat takeaway anymore after getting sick. He obediently went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables after get off work the next day and came back. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a few dishes on the table with attractive colors.

"I'm back." Jiang Yicheng came out of the kitchen with a piece of fish in his hand, speaking in a normal tone.

The eyes fell on the bag in her hand, and her tone was calm and calm:
"Put it in the refrigerator and eat it tomorrow."

Fang Yayan nodded, stuffed the food into the refrigerator with embarrassment, washed his hands, and walked to the kitchen door to watch:

"How can you cook?"

"Strange?" Jiang Yicheng said calmly, "When I first went to the army, I started from the grassroots."

Once it is done, it is the share of hundreds of people, and such trivial things as cooking are easy to come by.

Fang Yayan's admiration for soldiers instantly increased.

She ate this dinner very satisfactorily. After the meal, she took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. Jiang Yicheng came in to see her:

"Do you want to report to the military hospital?"

Fang Yayan shook her head without thinking:
"No, I'll go back by myself."

The days passed quietly. Fang Yayan went to work in the research institute every day, and he could eat Jiang Yicheng's meals when he returned to the dormitory after work. Such a harmonious relationship lasted for a week. Seeing that the relationship was getting better, a phone call from Mr. Jiang broke the status quo.

On the phone, Mr. Jiang's tone was anxious and powerless.

"Ah Cheng, come back quickly. Qi Qi's condition is very serious. No one in the family can persuade her. Come back and persuade her. Qi Jie only has one younger sister left!"