[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

When I woke up, I was hugged in my arms. The warm embrace was strange yet familiar. In such a cold winter day, I really couldn’t bear the thought of rejecting it. Still closed his eyes in despair.

But actually can't sleep.

Shanshan was once incredulous about my biological clock, which is online all the time. In her opinion, it would be a pity for God to take such painstaking efforts not to sleep all day long in this cold morning before it rained.

But I can’t, it’s like, I can almost guess it, it’s about eight o’clock now, I should be sure that Xiao Wu’s fever went down before I accidentally fell asleep after four o’clock, most likely it’s Xiao Wu lying here who doesn’t know when Woke up and took me to bed.

Calculating the time in this way, he probably slept for less than four hours. He should be exhausted to the extreme, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

Xiao Wu still had his eyes closed, probably because he hadn't had a good rest recently and was sick. His face looked haggard. He was clearly a murderer, but now he can actually give people the illusion that humans and animals are harmless.

I raised my hand and touched his forehead, seeing that there was nothing unusual about the temperature, so I didn't bother to care about him anymore, rubbed my eyes and prepared to get up.

Then... he saw the arm still around his waist.

I was too lazy to move his hand, so I had no choice but to say: "Let go."

Mr. Xiao breathed steadily and did not move.

I was angry and funny: "I'm going to get up and make a phone call."

Mr. Xiao slept peacefully, his eyelashes never fluttering.

I:"……"

"Your ears are red."

"..."

The hands around his waist froze slightly, and finally loosened bit by bit.

I:"……"

I laughed.

There was a sick person at home, so I had no choice but to send a text message to Shanshan, telling her that I would not go to the store today, and then I sat on the sofa and called Zhou Hang to ask him to bring some food.

It's morning tea time right now, the background on the other side of the phone is very chaotic, Zhou Hang's voice came after a while, probably because he finally found a quiet place: "Boss, what did you just say?"

I had to repeat it again: "Let the kitchen make something to eat and send it over."

There seemed to be a pause on the phone for a while before Manager Zhou's crackling voice came: "Boss, I didn't blame you, you are too vengeful, isn't it because I didn't reserve a table for you last time, so I don't need to send it home directly." You should be happy that the business in the store is doing well, it's all..."

"It's all a waste of turnover." I didn't bother to listen to the way he fell into the eyes of money, "If you ask someone to give it to you, you can find someone to give it to me, and it will be credited to my account."

"Let the kitchen make light food for the patient's food."

Zhou Hang seemed to calm down a bit: "What? Boss, are you sick?"

"It's not me." I thought of his last judgment, and I couldn't help being a little annoyed and funny, "It's not what you said, I bought a restaurant just to invite people to dinner."

"Oh, wait, eh? Could it be..."

I thought about it with my toes, and I knew what kind of drama this guy was imagining in my mind, but I was too lazy to argue with him, so I said helplessly: "Yes, find someone to give it to you."

The person who was pushing back and forth just now felt as if he had eaten a Snickers bar, a little excited: "Boss, you have finally figured it out. It's good to invite someone to dinner. If you are sick, stew some soup, make some porridge, and add some refreshments." Is the side dish okay?"

This is a textbook-level change of face, but I paused for a while before continuing: "Chicken soup, shredded chicken porridge, cold chicken, sweet and sour lotus root."

Zhou Hang: "...Boss, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"No mistake, send it as soon as possible."

"Boss, are you really going to stop thinking about it?" Manager Zhou said with a heavy heart and a difficult voice, "It depends on the target of the red apricot's affair. Have you ever read a novel and made that person anxious? Let us What can I do if I go bankrupt in situ?”

I hung up the phone very simply.

Thinking of Zhou Hang’s howling ghosts and wolves before hanging up the phone, I couldn’t help but shook my head and smiled. I also know that this sudden temper is probably a bit immature, and it really doesn’t conform to my usual style. But now, I don’t have much regret I just sat there calmly and stared blankly for a while.

I feel that I have been developing a little lately, probably because I have lived in a disciplined and self-disciplined way for too long, and the development of the situation is not what I expected, and I am somewhat discouraged right now.

Thinking about it carefully, at the beginning of my marriage, I just wanted to make a deal, to be clean and innocent; later, when things happened to the Xiao family, I lost my heart in vain, thinking of protecting whatever I could, and it was nothing more than a big gamble; After the Lin incident, I can finally give up completely, and feel that it is easy to get together and part, and it is considered clean.

Who would have thought that it would not be possible.

Even if I don’t have an explanation, I can be too lazy to care about it when I leave the country, but half a year after my life has been on the right track, I start to be entangled, with all-pervasive care, specious hidden feelings, unreasonable accommodation, and people who are annoying for nothing Confusion, no peace.

Since everything is not as I wish, then I can't blame me for not playing cards according to common sense, how happy I am.

Anyway, how bad could it be?

When he returned to the room with a cup of hot water, Xiao Wu had already woken up and was leaning against the bedside to make a phone call: "I'm fine."

It was an extremely impatient tone, but I knew he wasn't really upset.

I remembered the scene when I had to call back to Xiao's house for help last night, and I already had a rough guess in my heart.

Xiao Wu didn't know what to say on the phone, Xiao Wu frowned: "No need."

I don't have the habit of listening to other people's phone calls. I was about to go in to put down the water when Mr. Xiao said with a blank expression: "I will stay here. No one is allowed to come here until I recover from illness."

I:"……"

Xiao Wu who happened to turn his head at this moment: "..."

He was also obviously stunned for a few seconds, his expression changed a few times, then he hung up the phone calmly, and smiled slightly: "Morning."

I raised an eyebrow.

Xiao Wu pretended not to see it, and looked at the cup in my hand: "For me?"

I nodded and handed over the cup: "Do you want to call the doctor over?"

"Need not."

I didn't force it anymore, I didn't have anything to say, so I simply took the remote control and turned on the TV: "Then let's watch some TV."

Frankly speaking, I actually can’t remember the last time I turned on the TV. Leaving aside whether I’m busy or not, now that mobile phones, iPads and other electronic products are emerging in an endless stream, there are even fewer people who are honestly watching the TV. For most young people, the existence of TV is more often caused by inertia.

What's interesting is that it's rare for me to turn on the TV once, and I can even meet an "old friend"-a rerun of the youth inspirational idol drama I watched when I went home to attend Xue Lin's wedding last time.

Looks like it's winter break.

Right now, the plot is just over halfway, and it is broadcasting until the hero and heroine who are incompatible with each other finally realize their feelings, stumble and awkwardly send candy, if I remember correctly, the hero's mother is about to go online with a check.

I looked back on it with relish for a while, only to realize that I was not alone in the room, so I had to turn my head to see Mr. Xiao's expression.

He didn't know how long he hadn't watched a TV series, and even the last time he watched a movie might have been the premiere of Chen Youxi's movie, right now he was looking at me with a slight frown, looking very incomprehensible.

In fact, it is much more interesting than TV dramas.

I tried my best to suppress my smile, and said solemnly: "Do you want to change the channel?"

Xiao Wu didn't know what he had misunderstood, so he answered extremely resolutely: "No need."

So the two sat together and watched half an episode of the so-called idol drama. He really has a strong endurance. Even I was almost sleepy after watching it. He still watched it attentively to show respect.

I watched it interestingly, and asked him deliberately: "Does it look good?"

Xiao Wu didn't change his face: "It's okay."

I couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

When the doorbell rang, it happened that an episode of the TV series had ended, and the ending song was being played with subtitles scrolling on the TV.

I explained that it should be a takeaway, and got up to open the door.

It turned out that the takeaway was indeed authentic, but the delivery boy was not as satisfactory—— Zhou Hang, who took off a suit of clothes from someone to pretend to be a rider.

"Hello, your takeaway, please sign for it."

I:"……"

"Are you free?"

Manager Zhou was very unconvinced: "Boss, you are discriminatory by profession. Food delivery is also the most glorious profession under the sun, and it is a major issue related to the national economy and people's livelihood."

I nodded: "Very good, the manager shouldn't mind exchanging this month's salary with Xiao Liu's for that week."

Zhou Hang: "..."

"Boss, don't be angry. I'll leave now. I'll leave now. If you say east, I will never go west. If you say let me deliver food, I will deliver it or not..."

I laughed, and was about to take the takeaway and drive him away, when Zhou Hang suddenly put away his hippie smile and put on a professional smile: "Mr. Xiao."

I turned around, and sure enough, I saw Xiao Wu standing behind, probably because I saw that I had taken the takeaway for too long, so I came out to have a look.

He just got up from the bed, he was still wearing thin and soft home clothes, his face was a bit sickly pale, but his gaze crossed my shoulder, staring at Zhou Hang: "You are?"

"The restaurant has developed a few new dishes, and sent them to Mr. Xue to try, so you two take it easy."

He stopped talking nonsense now, put down the food box, and left neatly.

Xiao Wu still stood where he was, with a slightly dazed expression on his face.

I took the things in my hand into the kitchen, put the things in the food box into bowls, and brought them to the table: "Come and eat something."

Xiao Wu seemed to have come back to his senses just now, and sat down at the dining table, his voice sounded a little hoarse: "When did it happen?"

I stirred the porridge in the bowl, trying to let it cool down faster: "It's been almost a year."

Xiao Wu's hands trembled for some reason: "How did you think of starting a restaurant?"

I put a diced lotus root in the bowl: "I ordered a meal at their house before, but it didn't work out. I remembered that when I went again, I found that the restaurant was for sale. I asked about the situation and ordered it."

After that, the dinner table became quiet.

I wasn't very hungry, so I put down the bowl after drinking a bowl of porridge, but Xiao Wu even raised his hand to put it in after finishing a bowl of porridge and a bowl of chicken soup.

He is still sick, and he should have no appetite, and what he eats is not what he likes.

I sighed in my heart, but in the end I reached out and held him down: "It's ok, don't eat anymore."

Xiao Wu didn't speak, and didn't even look up at me.

I took my hand back and got up to go to the kitchen. Before I could take a step, I was suddenly pulled into my arms. I still had a high body temperature and my voice was hoarse, but my tone was serious: "I don't like to eat chicken. Their prawns are pretty good."

I was stunned for a long time before I smiled: "Is there anything else I don't like?"

"duck"

"anything else?"

"lotus root"

"..."

"eggplant"

"..."

I somehow remembered that Han Chen once teased me both true and false, saying that even if he made a whole chicken feast for Xiao Wu, he would eat it all without changing his face.

However, I never want to force him to finish a table of food that he doesn't like. I just think that whether he likes it or not, he should tell me clearly.