Whose child fell here

Chapter 11 Blocking

11.

For a time there was chaos.

While greeting the hospital, Qin Huamao picked up his son and prepared to rush to the hospital. At the same time, he also comforted the elder on the other side of the screen.

"Oh, you old man," Qin's mother encountered such a scene as soon as she came back. Seeing her wife's innocent appearance, she couldn't bear to blame her.

"I didn't expect..." Qin's father was also very nervous, "Oh, I still won't come next time."

"Don't blame yourself," Qin Huamao hugged his son, and as the elevator landed, his picture became intermittent, and it was difficult to talk, so he had to hang up, and explained that he should go to the hospital first, and then go to see himself son.

His complexion was fine, as if he had fallen asleep.

Because of this experience before, Qin Huamao didn't feel too flustered. The black body quickly passed through the traffic and arrived at the private hospital they had been going to.

Before coming, Qin Huamao had already called, and it was the doctor who saw Dudu last time who would come here.

After a period of careful examination, the doctor finally came to a conclusion that excessive fright caused the body's self-protection mechanism to activate, and he passed out.

Still the same as before.

To be on the safe side, Qin Huamao asked Dudu to stay in the hospital for observation for one night as suggested.

I finally felt relieved, and it was time to tell my parents that I was safe. When I connected the phone, a worried question came from the other side, "Dudu, is he okay?"

Qin Huamao closed the door of the ward, "It's okay, it's the same as before, just scared."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and finally Qin's mother said, "It's not an option to go on like this. You can't keep hiding from now on, right?"

"The doctor said that judging from the reaction this time, it should be better. It may also be that he has seen Dad several times, so the reaction is not so big."

"Then, why don't you let him see your dad more in the future?" Qin's mother had an idea, "Maybe he will get used to it after seeing more, and it will be fine."

"I have to ask the doctor about it," Qin Huamao also had the same idea earlier in the morning, but he was afraid that the child would be too stimulated, so he never mentioned it.

"Then go and ask, don't delay the child," Qin's mother urged again when she heard this, "Take good care of Dudu, and we won't bother you."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Huamao came to the doctor's office. The doctor here was in charge of Dudu from the beginning, so he still knew about Dudu's situation.

I explained this idea to the doctor, and the doctor did not refute him quickly, but he was not very supportive either, "My child, after all, he witnessed a car accident in front of his eyes, so the shadow must have been great. Although the situation is less serious now, I still don't recommend it."

Qin Huamao pondered for a while, and agreed with the doctor's point of view.

"But it's not impossible to try at all. When he is sure that he is safe and has reliable people around him, it may be better for him to slowly adapt to such an image."

Having said that, Qin Huamao probably understood. After thanking the doctor, he returned to his son's ward, where Dudu had already fallen asleep. It seemed that he had dreamed of something happy. With a nervous expression, a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

Dudu had a good night's sleep in the hospital, but Qin Huamao didn't sleep well. When he got up early in the morning, he explained to everyone in the company that he was going to start working at home. He brought up this matter yesterday. Naturally, no one objected, so he officially started the life of working from home and raising children.

On the other hand, Yu Wenrui's life returned to the previous rhythm, but he never saw the father and son at the opposite door again, and when he realized this, the child's face was blurred in his memory Quite a lot.

But this is not surprising. Although Yu Wenrui goes out every day, most of the time he either takes a walk near the community or goes to the nearby supermarket to buy goods.

There is a home delivery campaign at the supermarket, but he sticks with his last bit of exercise.

Yu Wenrui has been particularly enthusiastic about cooking recently because he downloaded an app for learning how to cook, but he can't figure out the portion by himself, so he has to strictly follow the recipes with measurement standards every time.

His progress is also obvious, although it cannot be called delicious, but at least it is much better than before.

After learning home-cooked stir-fries for several days, Yu Wenrui put his eager heart on meat dishes again.

In the past, when he made it himself, he would buy spare ribs cut into pieces at the supermarket, and then add some yam, corn, radish or lotus root after blanching at home. A pot of good soup can be made in a few hours, which is really convenient.

What he wants to challenge today is a sweet and sour pork ribs that looks very simple.

The spareribs were bought and cut into standard sizes. While blanching the spareribs together with ginger and scallions in a pot, Yu Wenrui prepared rock sugar and cooking oil according to the recipe.

"After heating up the cold pot, add cooking oil and then sugar, the ratio is one to one," Yu Wenrui muttered while starting the pot to heat up the oil.

He carefully followed the recipe and used a small fire. After putting down the rock sugar, he began to slide the spatula slowly, waiting for the sugar to melt.

Because it was the first time to fry the sugar color, Yu Wenrui didn't dare to move the spatula too much. After the rock sugar was completely melted, he had to pay close attention to the color of the sugar water.

As time goes by, the sugar water in the pot slowly changes from small light yellow bubbles to large golden bubbles, "It's almost there."

Yu Wenrui held the pot in one hand and the shovel in the other, staring at the pot without any distraction. Soon, the golden bubbles gradually turned red, and the color deepened a little bit.

Always keeping in mind the maroon color described in the recipe, Yu Wenrui wasn't quite sure if it was ready yet, and within a few seconds of hesitation, the color of the pot had already turned dark red.

Immediately turn off the fire, compare the color of the pot with the picture, the difference is not too big, the next step is to pour water.

Before the hot water was poured into the pot, Yu Wenrui keenly noticed a smell of burnt food, and the source was naturally the pot in his hand.

It seems that the fire was not turned off in time, or it was fried.

Resigned to his fate, Yu Wenrui went to clean the pot. The sugar was stuck on the pot, so he had to wash it off while it was still hot.

One failure is nothing, so Yu Wenrui tried several times, all of which ended in failure. Twice it was still muddy, and the other time it was far behind. fell down.

Brushing the pot back and forth several times, Yu Wenrui looked at the time, and finally chose to give up temporarily. In order to make this dish, he reserved cooking time in advance. If he didn't cook any more, lunch would be delayed.

Stir-frying the sugar color is not a necessary step. If there is no sugar color, just use old soy sauce. Following the next steps, Yu Wenrui finally cooked the pork ribs. Next, he had to prepare other dishes.

At any rate, after practicing a few times before, Yu Wenrui was no longer in a hurry to go to the kitchen. He prepared the ingredients and put them in the pot one by one. Soon, two plates of hot and sour potato shreds and fried cabbage came out of the pot.

At this time, the ribs in the pot on the other side are also ready, open the high-pressure valve, then pour it into the pot to season and collect the juice, and finally sprinkle with sesame seeds.

Although not authentic, the taste is really good.

Yu Wenrui happily ate the ribs while eating the rice, and at the same time commented in his heart that the shredded potatoes were too soft and the taste was not good.

This meal was quite satisfactory, and after clearing away the dishes, Yu Wenrui went downstairs to pick up today's courier.

He bought a new digital tablet. The one Yu Wenrui had used before had been used for a long time. This time, he happened to see the new one, so he placed the order without hesitation.

In fact, he also has new plans to buy this new digital tablet.

This idea was also a decision made after discussing with a friend before, because he planned to draw original comics, and he didn't have much fan traffic before, so a friend gave him an idea, that is to live draw.

Many things are now linked to live broadcasts. Yu Wenrui is not interested in watching live broadcasts, but he occasionally watches some of them. After hearing the examples from his friends, he knows how much traffic the live broadcasts bring.

However, Yu Wenrui has also carefully watched several famous painting anchors. They have different styles of painting. In addition to having strong painting skills, they can also communicate well with fans. Yu Wenrui asked himself, maybe he can’t do it. to this extent.

Now that he is ready to give it a try, he doesn't intend to just back off like this. There is another draft request, which he has already discussed with the drafter, and it can be used for live broadcast.

Holding the courier box in his arms, Yu Wenrui returned home in a rather cheerful mood. The door closed behind him. I don't know if it was an illusion. He seemed to hear the sound of the door opening next door after he had just changed his shoes.

It was an uncertain matter, Yu Wenrui didn't think about it that much, just about to enter the room, for some reason, he still couldn't help being curious, and turned his head to the cat's eye on the door.

He did hear correctly just now, through the peephole, Yu Wenrui clearly saw the opposite door wide open, a child whom he hadn't seen for several days was sitting at the door putting on his shoes, the man put his shoes on, and went to help him.

As soon as the door was closed, the child ran towards the door of their house. The distance between the two families was only a few meters. The child ran a few steps in succession before being pulled back by the man.

The movements were so proficient that the man grabbed the chubby hand accurately without even turning his head. It seems that this matter has been experienced several times.

The next thing I saw was the man bent down, shaking his head while hugging the child, stopping his struggle.

For a moment, Yu Wenrui wasn't sure whether the other party didn't want his son to disturb him, or whether he didn't want to have too much contact with his son.

His eyes skipped over the man's arm holding the child, and the picture seen in the cat's eyes was a bit deformed, but it still couldn't stop the man's superior appearance.

What is he thinking.

As the father and son disappeared in the elevator, Yu Wenrui finally recovered from his daze, touched his lips, only to find that there had been a row of bite marks there.

That's right, it's just the neighbor across the door. How many people are familiar with the neighbors in today's high-rise buildings?

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