Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

At six o'clock on Saturday morning, before Jiang Yan even fully opened his eyes, he found his cell phone from beside the pillow, then squinted his eyes and opened the lid, and pressed a few words to send it out.

Then put down the phone and close your eyes again.

About 10 minutes later, the phone buzzed and vibrated twice.

He picked it up, opened it, and clicked on the latest text message that came in: [The fever should be gone. I didn't measure it, but my head still hurts a little. 】

Jiang Yan: [Did you take medicine last night? 】

Jia Jia: [My second brother gave me a bowl of dark Chinese medicine, which made me miserable. 】

Jiang Yan smiled: [Chinese medicine is good for the body, will you have a good night's sleep?Did you wake up in the middle? 】

Jia Jia: [No, I don’t know if it’s because of the medicine or because my mother sleeps with me. 】

Jiang Yan was a little jealous of Mu Chenyan.

[Would it disturb your mother if you sent a message when you were awake? 】

[She has gone downstairs to the kitchen to make porridge, but I seem to smell the paste. 】

Jiang Yan:.

[Your aunt is not coming back today? 】

[Don’t go back. I heard that I took two days off. 】

[Then why don't you tell your mother what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you. 】

[Tomato pimple soup, just come over here, she will definitely agree. 】

Jiang Yan put down his phone and got up.

On the other side, after Song Jiawen replied to Jiang Yan, she sent a safe text message to Liang Yujun and the others respectively. They were both sent last night, but because she went to bed early, she didn't see them.

Xue Weisong's message is on several people: [Are you feeling better?In which hospital? 】

Xue Weisong: [I bought some fruit and asked Liang Yujun to help bring it to you. Tell me if there is anything else you want to eat. 】

Xue Weisong: [Has the fever gone?Have you come back? 】

Song Jiawen immediately backed out after reading it without replying to him.

She got up and put on her soft cotton pajamas and went downstairs.

Mu Chenyan had just washed the rice and was about to cook porridge for her.When he saw her coming in, he scolded her, "Why do you get up too when Mom gets up? Go back quickly and sleep a little longer."

Song Jiawen shook her head, "I can't sleep."

She looked at the white rice that Mu Chenyan had just put into the pot, blinked, and said calmly, "Mom, I had the porridge last night. I don't want to drink it now. I want to eat tomato pimple soup."

Mu Chenyan looked embarrassed, "Pimple soup, do you know how to make it?"

"Jiang Yan can do it."

"But it's hard to call him and ask him so early. It's hard to get some rest, so I can't sleep in."

"I told him and he's on his way over."

Mu Chenyan looked at her daughter and nodded her forehead, "You have already finished talking."

After saying that, he sighed and said, "Mom is really useless. Even at this age, she still can't cook well. She can't even cook anything you like."

After all, Song Jiawen has lived in Yunzhou for 14 years, and her taste has changed drastically compared to when she was a child. Mu Chenyan and her son have never tasted some of her favorite dishes.

On the way here, Jiang Yan stopped by the vegetable market to buy some vegetables.

When we arrived at Qinghe Garden, it was not yet seven o'clock.

The entire community was quiet, with almost no young people except the old people who went out to buy groceries.

Jiang Yan carefully looked at the environment of the community and thought that it was really suitable to live here. He would buy a suite here first when he made money.

What he didn't know was that there was already a house in this community that belonged to Song Jiawen.

Mu Chenyan decorated the courtyard on the first floor to be very comfortable. Before Jiang Yan could get closer, he saw Song Jiawen standing inside through the bright glass room.

<divclass="contentadv">He was dressed like a fur ball and waving to him.

Because there was no heating in the glass room, Mu Chenyan forced her to put on a fur coat when she came out.

When Jiang Yan reached the door, the door was already opened, and Song Jiawen stood inside the door and blinked her black eyes at him.

Jiang Yan glanced inside, but there was no one there.

He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and put the side of his wrist against her forehead. The tentacles were slightly warm, but the burning sensation from yesterday was no longer there.

He nodded calmly, "The fever is indeed gone."

Song Jiawen had already picked up a pair of men's slippers and placed them at the door. When Jiang Yan bent down to change his shoes, she wanted to take the bag from his hand, but Jiang Yan didn't.

"Ryo, don't touch it."

"What did you buy? Can I eat meat for lunch?"

He changed his shoes and turned to look at her, "Are you going to eat meat before you recover from your illness?"

Song Jiawen didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Jiang Yan sighed, "Okay, I just bought some beef and I'll braise it for you."

"The braise is too bland, I want to eat boiled beef."

"You ask your second brother first if you can eat it?"

The two of them walked to the kitchen while talking. Mu Chenyan walked out and smiled apologetically at Jiang Yan, "It's a big weekend and I have to trouble you to cook. See what you need. Auntie will help you."

Jiang Yan raised the bag in his hand and said, "I've bought everything. Don't be polite to me. The pimple soup is easy to make and can be ready in about ten minutes."

Because Jiang Yan insisted that no help was needed, Mu Chenyan had no choice but to withdraw from the kitchen.

Looking back at his daughter who was leaning at the door talking to Jiang Yan, I could feel the relaxation and peace of mind in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Jiang Yan took out the tomatoes he just bought and put them into the basin. While washing them, he told her, "Yang Dan will come again in the morning. Do you want to tell her you are here?"

Last night Yang Dan called their dormitory, and Ding Yuanyuan told her about being sick. She was very worried, so in addition to delivering coffee and milk tea today, she mainly visited the patients.

Song Jiawen thought about it and realized that she couldn't keep her life a secret forever. She would eventually tell these friends one day.

So he nodded and said, "Bring her over at noon. Let's eat here, but for lunch."

"I know, I'll do it."

Song Jiawen flattered her sincerely, "Even if Auntie is here, the food she cooks is not as delicious as yours. She even cooked a lot of Western food at home last week, but I wasn't even full."

Are you still hungry at home?

"Finally I cooked another pack of instant noodles."

Jiang Yan turned to look at her sideways, "You want to eat instant noodles, right?"

“A bit, but Western food is really tasteless.”

The two of them were talking, and Jiang Yan quickly cooked the pimple soup, heated up the leftover pancakes from yesterday, and mixed the bean curd and broccoli.

Yu Heng and Yu Feng woke up smelling the fragrance.

The two of them went to the dining table with their heads on the chicken coop to look at it, smelled the sesame oil floating on the pimple soup in the air, and swallowed their saliva.

As for Jiang Yan, who was sitting at the dining table, it seemed that he had been used to seeing him at home since last night.

After dinner, Jiang Yan left to go to the computer shop. The brothers carried Xiaosi, who was watching TV, on their backs and asked Mu Chenyan, "Mom, can you not see that that boy has ill intentions towards your daughter?"

"So what?" Mu Chenyan disagreed, "Our junior is smart and beautiful, isn't it normal for someone to chase us? Make a fuss."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two of them to say anything else, he continued, "I think Jiang Yan is very good. Although it is a little early to say this now, if they are really together in the future, at least your sister will not be wronged in life. "

"You two have to believe Xiaosi. I think my daughter has a much better eye for picking people than I do. Look at my eyes -" Mu Chenyan pointed at herself and continued, "You are blind, you know? And... I was too vulgar when I was young, and I only knew how to look at faces, but what’s the use of having a good face? It’s better that we, the fourth generation, have discernment and know how to look at people’s connotations, as well as their cooking skills.”

Yu Heng & Yu Feng:.

It's true that their mother was praising Jiang Yan, but why did they feel that the praise was the same as the lack of praise?

The two of them looked at each other, and when they were about to say a few more words, they heard Mu Chenyan say in disgust, "You two are like this, and you will probably only be singles in the future!"