Second marriage era

"Although Yu Ze seems to have a serious fever, it's not a big problem at all. I brought antipyretic medicine with me when I came. The child may feel a little sleepy after taking the antipyretic medicine. After feeding the antipyretic medicine later, let Yu Ze Ze sleeps, wakes up and drinks some vegetable porridge to warm his stomach, there should be no problem."

Withdrawing his hand, Qin Mi looked at Fu Yan beside him and said.

When Fu Yan heard this, the tense expression on his face finally relaxed a little.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qin Mi vaguely saw a feeling of relief in his eyes.

Fu Yan was not a good parent, and his posture of feeding the medicine was very clumsy. Even Qin Mi, who was on the side, was terrified, fearing that Fu Yuze would choke to death.

But simply Fu Yuze had a strong desire to survive, and obediently took medicine without crying or making troubles, so he didn't let himself be fed to death alive.

After taking the medicine, Fu Yuze yawned childishly, then fell asleep on one side in a daze.

Qin Mi sat aside and watched for a while, seeing the red color on Fu Yuze's body fade away at a speed visible to the naked eye, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The temperature on Yu Ze's body has almost dropped now. It shouldn't be a big problem. The child may be a little hungry after waking up. I'll cook some vegetable porridge for him first."

"Ah."

Fu Yan looked at Fu Yuze who was sleeping on the bed, and responded.

Qin Mi went over to start cooking porridge.

After being a housewife for nearly ten years, Qin Mi didn't learn anything else, but he learned a lot about cooking.

Even when she took Youshu out of the house just now, she still thought that if she really had no choice, she would open a restaurant to support herself.

Thinking of the little happiness in that difficult time back then, a smile appeared on the corner of Qin Mi's mouth.

Tie up her loose hair and put on a small apron, Qin Mi began to process the ingredients.

If she had a fever when she was young, her mother would always cook her a bowl of spinach lean meat porridge after waking up. With nostalgia, Qin Mi began to prepare the ingredients for the spinach lean meat porridge.

Having experience in the vegetable market before, Qin Mi has made good friends with the hawkers in the vegetable market long ago, and the ingredients he chooses are the best ones.

Wash the vegetables and cut the meat neatly, and then simmer it slowly. It didn't take long for the steaming spinach and lean meat porridge to be ready.

Considering that Fu Yuze is still on the bed, Qin Mi scooped up a bowl and took it with him.

In Fu Yuze's bedroom, Fu Yan was still watching Fu Yuze from the side.

Seeing this scene, Qin Mi couldn't help but want to chuckle. Although Fu Yan looks very strict, if he becomes a father in the future, he should be a very gentle person...

It's just that I don't know which woman will have such good luck.

Putting the porridge on the table, a subtle movement caught Fu Yan's sight.

Qin Mi said: "The porridge is ready, is Yu Ze still awake?"

Fu Yan shook his head, Qin Mi stepped forward and touched Fu Yuze's forehead, and after confirming that his body temperature had dropped, he put the big rock that had been hanging in his heart back into his stomach.

"Now I just have a fever and need to sleep for a while, and I should be able to wake up after a while. By the way, I seem to have made too much porridge today. Would you like to drink some?"

Thinking of the porridge in the pot that might not be finished, Qin Mi glanced sideways at Fu Yan.

She was wearing a looser sweater today, and turned her side slightly, revealing a section of fair skin and delicate collarbone.

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat for no reason, he tilted his head, his ears turned red.

"It's all right, you can do it as you see."

Does that mean it's okay?
Qin Mi nodded, turned around and went to the kitchen.

Turning around, Fu Yan saw Qin Mi's snow-white neck exposed after raising his high ponytail, and his heart skipped a beat again.

Even Fu Yan himself couldn't figure out what happened to him today.

Obviously, in the past, countless vulgar fans hung upside down on him, and he didn't react at all, but today... his heart was beating extremely violently.

No, I can't think too much about it.

Fu Yan restrained his thoughts and threw out all the messy things in his mind.

Coincidentally, at this time, Qin Mi also came over with porridge.

"If you don't mind, you can try it."

Qin Mi put the porridge on the table, and there was a little pride in his tone that couldn't be concealed.

Fu Yan was cute for no reason, covered his lips and smiled, and picked up the bowl of porridge.

The color of the porridge is good, the light green color is placed in a small porcelain white bowl, and the appearance is also very good, people can't help but twitch their index fingers when they look at it.

Fu Yan picked up the small porcelain white spoon, took a sip and put it into his mouth.

In an instant, the indescribable fragrance filled the taste buds, and people couldn't help but twitch their index fingers.

In fact, this bowl of porridge is unique in the world, but it is not considered as such, but this bowl of porridge has a special taste compared to the menu specially prepared by foreign chefs that Fu Yan usually eats.

Warm and attractive, that is what is called the taste of home.

There was a warm lump in his stomach, Fu Yan looked at Qin Mi who was smiling peacefully under the light, and for the first time in his life had the urge to have a home.

But soon, reason prevailed, so Fu Yan did not act impulsively, but put down the bowl, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "It tastes good."

"As long as you like it."

For a person who cooks, the best judgment on food, is a compliment in itself.

And Fu Yan looked at Qin Mi, whose eyes seemed to be sprinkled with stars, and felt his throat heat up, and then felt a little embarrassed.

But the nervous Qin Mi didn't feel the change in the atmosphere at all, fearing that the atmosphere would be too embarrassing, he chatted with Fu Yan occasionally.

Fu Yan was not unreasonable, and chatted with Qin Mi naturally.

While chatting, Qin Mi suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Mr. Fu, how did you have a fever when you were young?"

She was a little curious about Fu Yan's basic knowledge.

Generally speaking, no matter how delicate a person is, and his fingers are not touched by Yang Chunshui, he has always had a fever and has experience.

But Fu Yan was different, his clumsy appearance made Qin Mi doubt whether Fu Yan was the fairy boy who was said to be invulnerable to illness.

Hearing this question, Fu Yan paused for a moment, then his eyes dimmed.

Qin Mi's heart jumped when he saw it, and he wondered if he happened to step on Fu Yanlei's spot.

"I was thinking too much. It is true that some people are healthy and have never had a fever..."

Qin Mi was in a hurry to explain, but before he could finish, Fu Yan opened his mouth.

"It's not that I'm physically strong, it's just that when I had a fever when I was young, I huddled in the quilt by myself and waited for him to recover, so I don't have much experience in treating fever."

When Fu Yan said this, the expression on his face was very calm, and only he knew what he was thinking when he spoke to Qin Mi with a calm expression on his face.