After finally finding the rice, Qiao Yuanshan washed his hands and refused Luo Meisheng's self-recommendation that he wanted to do on his behalf. He squatted in front of the stove and held his cell phone to search.

"Is it okay to drink porridge with colds and fevers?"

"Will the child get better when he is sick?"

He followed the search and clicked into a mother forum, and saw a reply in it saying that people with fever generally have no appetite. Although white porridge is good for the body, it is not appetizing. There is a kind of porridge made from earth-based porridge, although it is a little troublesome, but how can it be popular with her sick child?

Chairman Qiao made the decision - it's you!

However, cooking did not seem to be that simple, because after forgetting to clean the pot twice in a row, Qiao Yuanshan couldn't help but sigh at the messy cooking table in front of him.

The blessing of having a diligent mother. Although Qiao Yuanshan was poor when he was a child, he had never touched a spatula. When he grew up, he became rich and became more and more unrecognizable. In recent years, he lingered at different dinners and sang cups with this and that. Eating like this must be more like a social interaction than life. So at this moment, he was almost unable to remember the scene of eating with his family.

A vague mother or wife came out of the kitchen with a steaming plate. The aroma of the dishes lingers at the tip of her nose. The restaurant was dim and the whole family was surrounded by the table and laughing and waiting for the meal.

How long has this been, but when I think back now, I can still feel the remaining warmth of the remaining memories.

He has felt it.

But what about the children?

He washed the pot and poured in new ingredients. While stir-frying it with ginger as the earth formula mentioned in the post, he sighed sadly: "I have really little concern for Nan Nan and Ruirui over the years."

It was the first time Luo Meisheng saw such a strong-willed look that he showed such a lonely expression. He paused, but he didn't know how to answer.

Qiao Yuanshan shook his head, "You don't need to comfort me, I know what I do, I am... It's not a fault for them to hate me at all."

None of the two children was willing to accept him. If you want to say why this happened, Qiao Yuanshan really doesn’t know the reason? No, ask yourself, he actually knows it.

But his career is getting bigger and bigger, and he is becoming more and more successful. Over the years, he has been praised by his subordinates, his peers, his friends, and his media every day, and he has long been praised by him. He has become so popular that he is used to giving orders in the company and has to listen to the voices he wants to hear when he comes home.

He couldn't take that face down. He held his father's airs and was always waiting for the opposite child to take the initiative to take the first step.

But at this moment, he found that his inexplicable persistence was ridiculous.

Just now, he hugged Qiao Rui with an impulse. Not only was he not pushed away, but he was comforted by his eldest son in a rare panic.

Now, he stood in the kitchen wearing an apron, not feeling hurtful at all. He was full of expectations for his younger son to accelerate his physical recovery after drinking the porridge he made.

The children were not standing opposite each other. They were clearly standing behind him, waiting for him to look back and see.

And he, the father, actually delayed so many years to see everything for some inexplicable reasons.

Qiao Yuanshan couldn't tell what he was like, he was almost hating himself to death now.

But fortunately, even though he was late for so many years, he finally dug out the buried treasures.

He realized that he should change his attitude in life.

****

Mu Xiangi woke up after a sleep. The needle on his hand disappeared. He didn't know why his eyes were rising, but his energy recovered a lot.

The door was not closed, and you could hear the jingling sounds outside. Qiao's father shouted: "It's pounced out!" Luo Meisheng shouted: "Put the pot cover, pot cover, pot cover, pot cover!!"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this Qiao family, which has always been able to make her feel deeply lonely, suddenly became inexplicably warm.

Mu Xiangxiang was holding her back and got up a little. He turned around and saw a glass of water on the coffee table. He reached out and touched it. The wall of the cup was still heating up.

She was just thirsty, so she picked it up and took a few sips, and took out the cell phone under the pillow.

I received several text messages, most of which were sent by Cao Wei last night, asking her why she suddenly got disconnected. Since she had not received any reply, the last few were all kinds of crying and crying expressions.

Mu Xiang thought about it and said sorry that he didn't see it after drinking too much last night. He pulled it down and found that Qiao Nan had also sent a text message in the morning and asked her in a sarcastic tone if she had sobered up.

A lot of memories extended by this question crashed into my mind. Mu Xiangxiang was silent for a moment about what he did, and said with a calm heart, "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble yesterday."

Soon several replies were smashed almost at the same time—

[Shocking the world: "I said, so that's it. You don't need to apologize if you're okay"]

【Shocking the world: "You're sober now?"]

【Shocking the World: "I'm just forming a team, should I come together?"]

【Qiao Nan: "I got up so early :)"】

Mu Xiangyao looked at the alarm clock and it was almost twelve o'clock noon and was silent.

First, he told Qiao Nan that he was sick and fever, and then apologized to Cao Wei, saying that he was not in good health today and could not form a team together.

【Shocking the world: "!"】

【Shocking the world: "If you are not good, just rest more and drink more water"]

【Shocking the world: "Then I won't quarrel at you, please have a good sleep"]

【Qiao Nan: “…”】

【Qiao Nan: "Fare."】

The phone became quiet. Mu Xiangyao waited for a while and confirmed that there was no new information. He threw it away and then fell back to sleep.

After a while, she was woken up by the sudden ringtone. She answered the phone in a daze. Qiao Nan's faint voice came from the other end: "Is there anyone at home?"

Mu Xiang: "…what?"

After a pause over there, his voice became a little irritable. Mu Xiang thought that he could even see his expression through this: "...I'll give you ibuprofen, it's most effective for me to take this to relieve fever."

Mu Xiangyao immediately opened her eyes and sat up: "Are you here?"

Qiao Nan nodded, and could vaguely hear a dinging sound, as if it was the sound of the elevator reaching the floor, combined with his sarcasm: "Do you burn so hard that you can't understand human words? Why are you so capable? I can't remember how many years ago I last had a fever. Such a perfect body was used for you for only one week, and you ruined it like this..."

He said, stepping out of the elevator and walking towards the gate not far away. Today, according to my experience, there is usually no one else in the family.

Or there are only a few people in this house in City A. Except for him who had to live here because of going to school, the other owners of the Qiao family may not be able to live here for thirty days together all year round.

He thought so, and a sneer came out on his face, raised his arm, and slowly approached the password lock-

The next second, Mu Xiangyao's lowered voice came from the phone: "Wait a minute, Qiao Nan, your father and your stepmother seem to be at home, and your brother may be there too!"

Qiao Nan: "?????"

At the same time as he retracted his hand, the door opened. Luo Meisheng, who had a tied plastic bag in his hand, seemed to be going out to throw away the garbage, facing him directly.

Luo Meisheng was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise.

Qiao Yuanshan caught up from behind at this time: "There is another one, and the mushrooms are fried too, so you can throw them together."

As he said that, he flashed his light and noticed the short-haired girl whom he had never seen before at the door. He paused, thought for a while, and a smile appeared on his face: "Hello, are you Nannan's friend?"

Qiao Nan stared at the pink apron printed with Peppa Pig on his body with a circle of lace on the edge, looking dazed.

I witnessed how this unfortunate thing happened from the phone. Mu Xiangxiang dragged his sick body out of the room.

****

Mu Xiangxiang calmly wrote a logical story within a second, and in a few words, Qiao Yuanshan showed a grateful look to the girl who came to the door with a medicine bag: "Oh, thank you for taking care of my Nannan."

My home south...

Qiao Nan couldn't speak at all, and the mysterious thunder descended from the nine heavens had already dazzled him.

Qiao Yuanshan just thought he was recognizing his life and invited him in with a smile. After hesitating for a while, he also smiled at his younger son: "Well, Dad cooked some porridge for you, and it will be ready soon, otherwise you will drink some?"

He added, as if he was afraid of being rejected, "You have a fever and are in poor spirits now. Drinking some porridge is good for your health."

Qiao Nan was stunned when he heard this. After a moment, he turned his head a little bit to look at the middle-aged man next to him with a funny painting. He saw the uneasiness on his face at this moment. He felt that he was having difficulty breathing for a moment.

Mu Xiang thought about it but didn't think there was anything strange. He nodded naturally: "Okay."

Qiao Yuanshan was stunned, and then nodded in surprise: "Oh, okay, then you should take your friend to the room quickly. The disease has not yet recovered. Be careful of catching a cold again after walking around."

Mu thought about it and felt that today's father Qiao seemed to be particularly intimate and enthusiastic. At first, he was a little surprised, but when he thought about the way Mu's father and mother wanted to take her into their mouths to take care of her when he was sick, he felt it was understandable.

When I went upstairs, I met the boss of the Qiao family standing at the entrance of the stairs. The two young men beat me up again.

Qiao Nan's mood, which was complicated by his father who seemed extremely strange just now, was still not calmed down when he saw his elder brother Qiao Rui looking at the direction he and Mu Xiang thought, and his brows frowned slightly.

He remembered that their brothers had not spoken calmly for at least three years, and the other party was still the cold and familiar recipe at this moment.

Unable to explain how he felt, Qiao Nan turned his eyes away and sneered in his heart - Fortunately, the world has not collapsed, and there is still a normal person standing there.

The next moment, the frown "normal person" slowly walked down the stairs, raised his arm and shook it-

He shook a thin coat on Mu Xiangyao.

"Run around in pajamas with fever before it was too heavy. Go back quickly." The young man's voice was low and cold, but his gaze became a little gentle. He turned away on his younger brother and fell on the girl who was stunned behind him.

Short hair, white skin, high nose bridge, pretty, but just looks a bit silly.

I don't know why Qiao Rui, who had an inexplicable affection for this girl, pulled a not-obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, looked back and forth on his younger brother and the girl a few times, and raised his hand and slap-

Covered the top of my brother's head and rubbed it.

He bounced the girl's forehead again.

The little P child learns early love from others at the age of the age.

It's really capable.

****

Mu Xiangxiang's tense emotions did not relax until she closed the door. She exhaled and barely recalled her and Qiao Nan's response just now, "...it should be no problem."
To be continued...