Brown sugar ginger tea

Today's weather is unexpectedly good, much better than the continuous rainy weather a few days ago, the rare sun in the morning shines on Jiang Nuan's face through the bay window, it is warm, and it can be regarded as a temporary relief Her slight discomfort.After all, once you catch a cold, it will be extremely troublesome. Comrade Xiao Jiang, who has a terrible headache, sighed and blew his nose with a tissue. Then he turned over and planned to try his best to meet Zhou Gong went.

Since the three of them came back from City X, the recording of "You Are Full of Ginger" has entered the preparation period. As the only resident guest of the show, Jiang Nuan is naturally very attentive. I personally spend time in Star Art Studio, studying those food shows day and night, from important details such as shooting techniques, cooking steps, lighting angles, etc., to post-editing, material selection and topic selection, which should not be their responsibility. They all made plans and records without missing a single one.

Who would have thought that in less than a week, the temperature dropped sharply and the two of them didn't have a good rest, and they both caught a cold.In order not to harm the entire studio, Boss Lu had to order these two uneasy guys to go back and have a good rest, and they would not return to work until they recovered from their illness.

When Tang Jinghui returned to the 15th floor, it was almost time for supper. She had just finished the announcement, and she originally arranged to fly back to City B on tomorrow's flight, but... thinking of the text message Lu Chen sent yesterday, and Thinking of Jiang Nuan's occasional unreliable appearance, Miss Tang didn't know what was wrong with her, so she just rushed back to the nearest flight.Until she stood downstairs in the community, she was still a little surprised by her actions.

So, is the love of neighbors strong enough to affect my own itinerary? Maintaining the action of holding the key, Tang Jinghui frowned and stood at Jiang Nuan's gate, thinking whether to enter or not Well, let's go in, and I'm afraid it will disturb Jiang Nuan's rest, so if you don't go in, then wouldn't you come back for nothing...

Who would have thought that she hadn't figured it out yet, but someone else helped her solve the problem. The door in front of her was suddenly opened. Tang Jinghui heard a noise, and when she looked up, she saw a bag of garbage with a stick on her head. Jiang Nuan, who drew a cartoon portrait of a fever-reducing post, looked at herself and the house key in her hand that should have been destroyed with a ghostly expression on her face.

Probably just after taking a shower, Jiang Nuan's hair is still a little wet at the end, and the hair is not usually tied up, it is rare for the owner to let it loose, and the harmless home furnishing she is wearing today On the contrary, she seemed a little more well-behaved than usual.So I have no resistance to this kind of child with good looks. It is rare that Goddess Tang, who is so matriarchal, has an urge to want to smooth her hair, but she still has a bit of a look on her face Comrade Xiao Jiang, who suffered from the sequelae of a cold, had no choice but to give up.

"Sister Jinghui?" Jiang Nuan, who had a face full of why did you appear here, looked at the house key still lying in Tang Jinghui's hand with a complicated expression, "Also, this key?"

"Lu Chen sent me a message asking me to supervise you to take the medicine." The natural goddess, Shi Shiran put the key back in the bag, and signaled Jiang Nuan to throw away the trash, and the two walked in together into the house.

"Is the cold better?" Tang Jinghui put on the slippers she often wears, and then pulled Jiang Nuan to sit on the sofa together, "Have you got a fever, how hot is it?"

"It was a bit hot before, but now..." Jiang Nuan, who hadn't finished speaking, felt that the place where the fever-reducing stickers had been pasted on her head was empty, and the face of the goddess, who was still at a normal distance a second ago, was almost pasted in the blink of an eye. My face became hot, followed by a heat on my forehead. The place where the fever-reducing patch was exuding coolness was wrapped by the heat on Tang Jinghui's body, and my blocked nose seemed to heal all of a sudden, and I could smell it all. It was Tang Jinghui's smell. Her head was a little dizzy, but now she probably gave up work completely and concentrated on beauties.

"Well, I should still have a low fever now," Tang Jinghui said after taking her temperature, and then she got up and walked towards the kitchen as if nothing happened, leaving only Comrade Xiao Jiang with a confused face, only thinking that she might still have a low fever just now , My body temperature is probably going off the charts right now.So, casually touching your forehead to take your body temperature is something that flowers, butterflies and Shen Mo can do, why is there no sense of disobedience in your hand, goddess...

Comrade Xiao Jiang with red ears looked at Tang Jinghui who was busy in the kitchen, and occasionally chatted with himself like this, without any strange emotions at all, and couldn't help feeling a little happy in his heart.Judging by Tang Jinghui's attire, she should have come here just after the announcement. Being able to visit her when she was sick should be a matter of concern and care, but... Thinking of the sneering words she might face after her secret love is exposed, Jiang Nuan With his head down, he always felt that the joy just now had been swept away.

"Here, brown sugar ginger tea, it's hot, and you'll be able to sweat after drinking it." Tang Jinghui came over with the cup that she had been tinkering with for a long time, and handed it to Jiang Nuan.The warm tea was still steaming. Jiang Nuan held it and drank it in small sips. After drinking half of it, he stupidly remembered that his good relatives hadn't visited recently. The brown sugar ginger tea had already disappeared. Dysmenorrhea medicine has risen to the point where it can cure colds?

After thinking about it, the good boy Jiang drank up the cup of tea, and after he finished drinking, he deliberately shook the empty cup in front of Tang Jinghui, expressing that he did not leak a single drop, and was very good.Her pupils were originally a very light brown color, but under the lighting of the living room, Tang Jinghui could easily see her figure from inside.

After drinking the ginger tea, worried that she would be tired, Tang Jinghui dragged Jiang Nuan back to the bedroom, and put the little devil who had slept through the day on the bed again, personally supervised her to take the medicine, and returned to the bedroom. The kitchen poured a glass of warm water and placed it by her bedside.

"If you feel uncomfortable at night, you can knock on my door, understand?" Looking at the rare goddess exuding gentleness all over her body, taking care of her sick self so meticulously, Jiang Nuan felt as if she could hear her own heartbeat , thumping, unusually clear, and the discomfort of the cold seems to be gradually getting better with her every word, the headache, stuffy nose, sleepiness, it seems to be gone, the whole person's spirit Incredible.

"Remember to take your medicine on time at home these two days."

"Don't worry about work, it's more important to take good care of your body."

"If you really have a severe fever, you should go to the hospital in time. You can't delay this, you know?"

Goddess Tang leaned over and placed her hands on Jiang Nuan's temples, gently rubbing for her, and at the same time, she rarely seriously told the patient on the bed, but the one lying on the bed is probably fine at the moment The mind to listen carefully.

Right now, Jiang Nuan's eyes are only focused on Tang Jinghui's lips that speak from time to time, and her head is filled with only one thought.

If we keep kissing like this, will the cold be contagious?

Should be?

Maybe not?

But the question is, do I dare?

As a member of the cowardly duo, how could Jiang Nuan dare, she could only watch helplessly as Tang Jinghui tucked her quilt, turned off the lights, closed the door and left the room, and Hearing the sound of her walking through the living room, closing the door and leaving, she tossed and turned.

So, Director Shen, who was also feverish, was woken up by a cruel phone call in the middle of the night, listening to her muttering a lot of things like Goddess is good to me, Goddess poured water for me, Goddess told me After taking the medicine, the Goddess also talked a lot of nonsense to me, and I felt like a dog in my heart...

After all, you still have to eat dog food when you are sick, you can't accept it calmly, you hung up the phone angrily, the resentful director Shen was so insomnia from the sour smell of love, you can only open your eyes to see Tianming, making friends carelessly, that's all.