When Yu Fengxing opened his eyes again, it was already nine o'clock in the morning of the next day.
What caught my eyes was the quiet ward, and the faint smell of disinfectant lingered on my sensitive nose.
This is a hospital
Yu Fengxing frowned, recalled what happened last night, and found a place that he had neglected at that time.
Pei Wen said last night that he called the ambulance.
So here comes the problem.
How did Pei Wen know that his stomach hurts
"Mr. Yu, are you awake?" The nurse's voice interrupted Yu Fengxing's thoughts and made him frown slightly: "How is it? Does it still hurt?" The nurse asked again.
President Yu, who had just woken up, was a little slow in his reaction, and touched his stomach that had recovered to calm: "Fortunately..." The pain is gone now, but still has no desire to eat.
"Then how about some porridge? What do you want to eat? I'll help you." The nurse was a young nurse who worked in the hospital all year round. It was rare to see such a handsome patient, and she couldn't help being a little enthusiastic.
"No need." Yu Fengxing avoided other people's attention like a snake and scorpion, and deliberately refused with a straight face.
The bewildered appearance quickly repulsed the nurse who had finally mustered up her courage.
When he was alone in the ward, Yu Fengxing took out his mobile phone and called Pei Wen absent-mindedly.
"Boss? How are you doing now? Is your stomach ache better?" As soon as the call was answered, Secretary Pei was concerned.
"Yeah." Yu Fengxing was hiding something in his heart, and asked directly: "How do you know that I have a stomachache in the middle of the night?"
This question is right.
Secretary Pei looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then whispered, "The people around you told me."
Yu Fengxing's brain tensed up, his eyes were fierce: "The people around me?"
"That's right." Secretary Pei said, and simply hid in the president's office to have a good chat with the boss, the boy with a nice voice last night.
"Speak clearly!" Yu Fengxing rubbed the corners of his forehead, his mind was full of confusion.
"Eh..." Secretary Pei was also confused, so he picked up what happened and said, "At two o'clock last night, someone called me on your mobile phone, saying that you are not feeling well, maybe you have a stomachache, and asked me to call for you." ambulance… "
Speaking of which, Secretary Pei also discovered something.
That is, that person does not know the boss's address and house number, which means that the other party has not known the boss for long.
And most likely, a one-night stand.
"..." Secretary Pei suddenly felt that she knew a little too much.
impossible.
After listening to Secretary Pei's statement, Yu Fengxing twisted his brows into a word Sichuan.
But he didn't refute, but asked calmly: "What is the voice of the person who calls you from my mobile phone?"
"Characteristics?" Secretary Pei thought for a moment, is it really necessary to chat with the boss about the boss's sweetheart during working hours: "Cough, very young, very nice."
There was silence.
After a while, Yu Fengxing said, "It's a man, right?"
"Hmm." Secretary Pei blushed for some reason.
"What accent?" Yu Fengxing asked again.
It's really dead here, Secretary Pei announced his death: "I didn't listen carefully, really."
The boss is too embarrassing, I haven't met him face to face, and I can talk about it just by the voice.
If you have the ability, bring it to the company to see it!
Yu Fengxing squeezed out the value of Secretary Pei, and immediately put on another face, saying: "Then let's not talk about it, you are a person who is paid to work, go to work quickly."
Paji.
Secretary Pei: "..."
O man!
Yu Fengxing's stomach ache no longer, and he didn't want to stay in the hospital, so he went through the discharge procedures for himself in a hurry, walking alone, which was both chic and somewhat desolate.
This is why Professor Han always advised him to marry a wife and have children.
After all, they are Chinese, and what they pay attention to is that their wives and children are hot on the kang.
A person, no matter how rich and powerful he is, doesn't live like a person if he doesn't have anyone around him who knows what's cold and what's hot.
Yu Fengxing would reflect on himself every now and then, whether he really should restrain his temperament and find someone who knows the cold and hot to live with.
Especially every time I was hospitalized with illness, my thoughts were particularly strong.
Now that the pain is relieved, and the discharge procedures have been completed by one person, those introspections have become nonsense.
"Tch!" Looking for someone, isn't it good to be single
This is Yu Fengxing's truest thought.
However, Su Xingchen watched the owner of the house go out last night, feeling somewhat uneasy.
One is that he is worried that the owner's condition will not be controlled, and the other is that he will cause unnecessary trouble if he reveals his whereabouts.
So throughout the second half of the night, Su Xingchen didn't sleep very well.
The next morning, around seven o'clock.
Su Xingchen came to the neglected vegetable garden with a load of buckets, and saw that the various small vegetable seedlings that had been moistened overnight were not as horrible as he imagined.
Speaking of leaving these few days, what Su Xingchen was most worried about was the unwatered vegetable field.
Fortunately, the fog in the mountains is big and heavy.
Squatting down and gently brushing the vegetable seedlings with the palm of his hand, Su Xingchen's fingers were wetted by the cold mist, and Su Xingchen concentrated on pulling out the weeds mixed in the vegetable seedlings one by one.
For a moment, at the foot of the quiet mountain, only the sound of young people pulling weeds remained.
"Eh..." Su Xingchen looked at the pitiful vegetable seedling in his hand, and felt extremely sorry: "I didn't do it on purpose." Then he hurriedly found a place with good geomantic omen, planted it back, and then sprinkled some water.
This should be able to live, right
Su Xingchen was not sure.
After finishing the work in the vegetable garden, Su Xingchen jumped up to the second floor to see if the owner who was taken away by the ambulance had returned.
However, the house was empty.
The owner apparently didn't come back.
That's right, it's only after eight o'clock, so it's more likely that the owner of the house is still sleeping on the hospital bed.
So Su Xingchen skipped the steps of making breakfast, directly drove the tricycle, and left the house.
"Boss, I want a bowl of wonton noodles!" When I arrived in the town, it was still a cheap and affordable Shaxian snack.
After eating, Su Xingchen went straight to the vegetable market and carefully selected the ingredients for the next few days.
Duck, old hen, ribs... the eggs are gone, they are all expensive ingredients.
When the young man paid the money, he smiled kindly on the surface, but sighed secretly in his heart.
Such a flowering method is completely different from the previous idea of saving money.
"..." But isn't this the owner of the house who has a stomach problem
If you don't raise them at a young age, you will suffer a lot when you are old.
Yam…
Yam is also a good thing to nourish the stomach, but Su Xingchen doesn't want to spend the money, he still wants to go up the mountain to try his luck.
So he didn't stop at the yam stall, and went straight to look at the chicks who had just hatched.
The yellow and fluffy one is extremely cute.
"Boss, how do you sell the chicks?" Su Xingchen bent down and asked.
"Chicken?" The boss stretched out his fingers and crackled, "This kind of two yuan, this kind of five yuan, this kind of ten yuan, which one do you want?"
Su Xingchen stared at the two-dollar chick, he was so poor, of course he wanted two.
"This kind is hard to raise." The boss kindly reminded.
"Yeah." Su Xingchen didn't mind: "Give me ten for two yuan."
So there were ten fluffy chicks on Su Xingchen's tricycle.
And ten catties of chicken feed the size of a grain of rice.
Su Xingchen did the math on the way back, chicken feed is more expensive than chicken cubs!
This boss is too good at business.
Passing by the village, Su Xingchen turned into Uncle Niu's house, and brought vegetables and fruits to Uncle Niu. By the way, he said that his own family had imported them, and asked Uncle Niu to send him a cage for chicken cubs.
"Can it be kept alive?" Uncle Niu looked at the ten fragile little creatures with a slightly complicated mood.
What if the ten chicken cubs were all dead, how would the child face it.
"Should be able to do it?" Su Xingchen said, smiling confidently: "Okay, the weather is too hot, I want to take them back to rest."
As he said, he rode on the tricycle smartly, came in a gust of wind, and left in another gust of wind.
Uncle Niu shook his head, a little worried, but also smiled happily.
Because he thought, Su Xingchen is a careful child, maybe he can really support him
"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck..." Su Xingchen placed the chicken cubs in a cool room, provided them with feed and water, and admired them outside for a while.
Those who stared at the chicken cubs, and their two dogs.
"What are you looking at?" Su Xingchen patted the two dogs' heads unceremoniously, making the dogs back away whimpering, as if they were real.
Su Xingchen laughed angrily, pulled them over and stroked them twice, and then took them out.
At this time, it was getting late.
Su Xingchen restrained his smile and went up to the second floor with a trace of worry.
When he saw that the owner of the house was working in the study, he poked his head and carefully observed the face of the owner, and found that it was okay, not particularly haggard.
Su Xingchen backed out, walked into the kitchen, and prepared to make lunch.
Fresh pork ribs are soaked in hot water to remove the grease and blood on the surface, and then stewed with red dates and wolfberries for half an hour.
Before the red dates were cooked, of course, they were scratched a few times with a knife.
Put the tender yellow millet into a clean electric pot, and boil it with crushed barley kernels and lotus seeds for half an hour.
The owner of the house does not eat sweets.
After the fragrant millet porridge was cooked, Su Xingchen divided it into two portions.
Put a little rock sugar in one part and a little salt in the other part.
The sweet one is for Su Xingchen's own taste, and the salty one is of course for the owner of the house.
However, stewed pork ribs with red dates and wolfberries is also a slightly sweet dish, Su Xingchen is not sure if the owner of the house will like it.
Here, just as Yu Fengxing hung up the phone call from Pei Wen to remind him to eat on time, he smelled the smell of dates and meat, wafting through the room.
"..."
Well, the mysterious person who cooked came back last night.
This indicates that he will have meals that suit his appetite every day in the future.
But Yu Fengxing's expression was a little weird.
If he guessed correctly, the person who called Pei Wen for help in the middle of the night yesterday was the mysterious man who had been cooking for him...
Anyway, what happened last night suddenly reminded Yu Fengxing that a month ago, suddenly one day, he, who had been suffering from nightmares and insomnia, actually had a good night's sleep for the first time.
Yu Fengxing has never noticed these changes.
Until last night, he suddenly figured it out.