Those Days of Saving The School Heartthrob

"Mr. Yang, this is the case. We will return to school as soon as possible without delay in class ... well, no ..."

Just after Lin Feng hung up the phone, Ji Mingyue poked his head out of the ward: "How's it, please take a vacation?"

"Well." Lin Fengdao said, "The teacher told us not to delay too many lessons. Also, tomorrow is the school day, so let's not forget about the performance."

"I've worked so hard for so long, and I won't forget it." Ji Mingyue stepped out and closed the door lightly. "I told my dad. I'm going back by plane tonight. Secretary Zhang has booked a ticket for us. . "

"What time is it tonight?"

"It seems to be more than nine o'clock." Ji Mingyue saw that Lin Feng was wearing the clothes from the previous day. He was distressed and let him sideways. "You can go in and lie down for a while. Did you sleep well last night? There are in the room. Sofas and beds. "

Last night, Lin Feng said that he was afraid of disturbing Ji Hong, did not enter the ward, went back to sleep with Zhang Ye and slept in the hotel. At this moment he looked okay and heard the words: "No, I'm sleeping well. Is Uncle Ji awake?"

"No, I just fell asleep." Ji Mingyue shook his head. "He woke up at three in the morning, and then fell asleep again. At six o'clock, the nurse came to give him blood, and then the cafeteria pushed him. The dining car came to deliver breakfast. I took it in and just gave him a bite. He said that he had no appetite and had to wait for sleep before eating. "Ji Mingyue snickered." I guess he thinks it's too bad. " "

"Is it really so unpalatable?" Lin Feng felt that Ji Hongping was also a calm and capable business person. He made such a childish act like "disgusting hospital meals and burying himself in bed", which was a little incredible.

"I tasted a bitter taste. And old children and old children, people are still sick." Ji Mingyue said with a smile, "The nurse actually seems to know, because she said, otherwise, just wait and sleep. After a while, at around 7:30, I asked the staff to wake him up and push him directly for a B-mode or something. Some tests require fasting. "

Lin Feng looked down at his mobile phone. It is now 6.50 in the morning. If he was at school, some students would have already arrived at the school one after another.

"Does Uncle Ji have any favorite flowers? Fruits?" He asked suddenly.

"He doesn't like anything ..." Ji Mingyue quickly responded to what he meant, and said, "And you don't have to bring a gift, you are with me, you see I'm empty-handed, what do you cost?"

Lin Feng's fingers rubbed the phone back and forth, groaning slightly and not speaking.

"Have you had breakfast?" Ji Mingyue didn't want Lin Feng to think about the gift again, instead he asked, "I'm going to go downstairs to buy food for my dad, do you want something to eat?" "

"It's nothing, but--" Lin Feng's fingertips paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Do you want something to eat? I can make it for you."

Ji Mingyue once signed a sale in China and lived in City A for a few days.

However, the vegetable market in City A seems to have not changed much a few years ago or a few years later.

At six or seven in the morning, it was the busiest time in the morning market. Lin Feng planned to do something light. After checking the recipe on his mobile phone, he bought five pounds of rice and half a pound of glutinous rice in the rice area, bought some spices in the grocery area, and purple potatoes, yam, and cabbage in the vegetable area. And shiitake mushrooms.

Considering Ji Hong's fracture, they went to buy some fruits and tofu, and also bought eggs and pork in the meat area. The northern food market has a magnificent style. If you buy one or two, he is unwilling to bother to sell it to you. The two of them simply bought a lot of everything.

"No, it's okay. After we leave, we can still let the nurses do it, and put it in the small kitchen inside ... sneeze!" The meat eating area is always filled with an unpleasant smell of blood and meat, Lin Feng was okay, Ji Mingyue smelled nauseous for a while and had to cover his nose, talking to Lin Feng in a snoring voice.

Lin Feng weighed the eggs, turned to look at him, and quietly led him into a two yuan store.

"Why come here, buy a bowl?" Ji Mingyue rubbed the tip of his nose. "It should be in the hospital, or go to the supermarket to buy ..."

"Take five disposable masks." Lin Feng told the boss.

"How to buy so many things ..." Ji Mingyue asked while walking out of the two yuan store.

"The quality of the masks sold here is average. If you find it difficult to use, you can change them at any time." Lin Feng opened one of the packages and put on the mask to Ji Mingyue. Drinking porridge and soup, I'm going to buy some more catfish. Do you have anything else to eat? "

Lin Feng picked vegetables just now, and the dishes were still covered with fresh morning dew, so his fingertips were very cold.

The cold fingertips rubbed past the soft flesh behind the ears, and immediately touched, leaving Ji Mingyue's face slightly hot.

Facts have proved that the temporary masks bought by Lin Feng are indeed necessary. If the meaty smell of the meat-eating area is still unpleasant, the lethality of the fresh area to Ji Mingyue is comparable to biochemical weapons.

He felt that the masks bought by Yuanyuan were too sticky, and he wanted to take a breath of fresh air, but was almost spit out by the strong fishy smell coming from his face.

He just retched twice, and heard a little girl passing by saying, "Mom, look, that brother is so delicate, I don't need to wear a mask!"

Mother touched her head and proudly said, "Yeah, Tingting is the best! That brother must have never been here before, not as sensible as Tingting."

Ji Mingyue: "..."

He didn't buy vegetables, he just rarely visited the domestic open-air vegetable market!

Lin Feng glanced at him side by side, and there was a layer of smile under his eyes, and he patted his arm to signal him to look down: "Changing a mask. Which one is your favorite?"

Ji Mingyue felt that Lin Feng asked his tone, and it wasn't much different from that mother's coaxing the child: Shouldn't it be normal to ask "Which one do you think is the best"? Ask the kids to say "Which one do you like the most?"

However, every opening now is a disaster for him. He simply stopped protesting. After listening to Lin Feng's words, he put on a new mask and looked down at the catfish swimming in the fresh box. .

"How many?"

"Two, don't be too big. If Secretary Zhang comes over, you can eat together."

After picking the sturgeon, Lin Feng was about to see the time, so he was ready to return to the hospital with Ji Mingyue.

Ji Mingyue Lin Feng raised his hands full, embarrassed, and quickly stepped forward to share: "Give me these."

Lin Feng gave way back, instead of letting him take his brain away, but raised his chin to signal: "You take the sticky rice, shiitake mushrooms, cabbage, the purple potato and yam in my right hand, and the rest is me. "

As a result, Ji Mingyue mentioned relatively light vegetables, seemingly many. In fact, the relatively heavier tofu, eggs, anchovies, etc., were still carried by Lin Feng.

Two people walked outside the vegetable market one after another. The crowd was crowded and shoulder-to-shouldered, and the open-air vegetable market was uneven, and occasionally there were beggars holding broken bowls and kneeling in the middle of begging.

Lin Feng saw that Ji Ming was out of his way and couldn't help but look back. Helplessly: "The man has hands and feet and is so strong that you don't need to give him money."

"I know." Ji Ming laughed, "I just looked at the words he wrote on the board, which was very interesting ..."

He said, while following Lin Feng, he bumped into a person without warning, a slap, let Lin Feng pull a hand to stand.

He bumped into a middle-aged grandmother, carrying a handful of vegetables in his hand, which caused him to hit so much, and dropped two leaves of vegetables on the ground. Ji Mingyue quickly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention ..."

Dasao looked down at the vegetable leaves on the ground, raised his head and gave him a stern glance, reached directly into Ji Mingyue's plastic bag, grabbed a handful of mushrooms, and stuffed them into his vegetable basket. Satisfied, stepping on high heels and twisting away.

"..." Ji Mingyue laughed. "My mushroom ..."

Lin Feng also laughed a little: "This kind of person is still quite rare, and you have learned a lot today."

"The rest is enough to cook, should you go back and buy some more?" Ji Mingyue asked.

Lin Fengdao: "Enough, I originally bought more, let's go." He shifted everything in his two hands to his left hand, while his right hand slid down, holding Ji Mingyue's wrist, pulling him forward. go.

"Lin, Lin Feng ...?"

"Just your way, it is estimated that when we get out of the vegetable market, our bag of mushrooms is not enough for you to pay." Lin Feng glanced back at him, his lips cornered slightly, "Look at the road."

His freshly-colored corners were slightly sloshing by the wind, and black broken hair swept the corners of his eyebrows. The bright sun fluttered where the two were holding each other, rendering a blurry halo.

"Isn't it rare for you to say this kind of person ..." Ji Ming murmured softly, being grasped by his wrist, all the way through the crowded crowd. He looked at Lin Feng's hand, his lips were tilted, and he stopped talking.

When he returned to the hospital, Ji Hong was not in the ward. He should have been awakened by a workman and pushed downstairs for a related examination.

When Lin Feng was upstairs this morning, he heard some people talk about this kind of special needs ward at the elevator entrance. It is said that there are independent bathrooms, separate kitchenettes, refrigerators, color TVs, and even Internet access, which costs more than 3,000 a night.

He thought that when he was hospitalized with his mother, several people lived in the same ward. Some patients did not talk about hygiene, some patients could not take care of themselves, and some patients especially liked snoring. At night, the whole ward was his loud snoring. sound.

He was afraid that Jiang Manyun could not sleep and his mental health was affected. He bought his mother the best earplugs he could buy, but he was afraid to wear it, because he was afraid that Jiang Manyun would wake up in the middle of the night and need to find him, in case he Failure to hear will delay things.

Therefore, he spent the whole night and night in a small camp bed, listening to the deafening snoring sounds, from which he identified any subtle movements that belonged to Jiang Manyun until dawn.

"Come in." At this moment, Ji Mingyue opened the door and shook the plastic bag in his hand to signal him to follow up.

The light inside was just right, and the windows were bright and clean. A hospital bed and an accompanying bed for family members were very spacious and soft. On the right hand side of the entrance is a separate toilet, while turning left is a fully equipped kitchenette.

There is even a decent living room, beautiful sofas, TVs, and beige warm wallpaper on the walls, which are extremely warm and comfortable.

Ji Mingyue has advanced the small kitchen. Take a look at it and look at it: "The bowls and chopsticks are quite complete, oh, there are disinfection cabinets ... I heard that the big supermarket is quite far away. Fortunately, there is no need to buy ... ... "

Lin Feng put the vegetables he bought on the counter, and rushed him out: "Don't make a mess here, lend me a cell phone and watch TV on the bed."

Ji Mingyue flattened his mouth, asked Lin Feng's cell phone in exchange, and turned around obediently.

Lin Feng browsed the recipes found on the mobile phone, put the temporarily unused dishes into the refrigerator, washed and soaked the rice and glutinous rice, washed the purple potatoes and yam and cut into pieces, soaked in water, and cut the roots of the cabbage. Also washed with water.

After doing this, he walked to the door of the kitchenette and glanced outward.

Ji Mingyue sat cross-legged on a spacious soft bed with his hands behind his back, watching his face with his back, and occasionally looking down at his mobile phone. Thousands of shoes were kicked casually under his bed, and the morning sun bathed him, looking bright and warm.

There is indeed a gap between people.

However, he was not jealous of the people raised by this gap, and even felt precious.

At less than 8:30, Ji Hong was pushed back by the workmen. So he went up and down the line to check and toss a pass. He became more hungry and returned to the ward, even the hospital breakfast that he felt terrible in the morning. Can barely give it a go.

Just when I saw Ji Mingyue sitting on the bed, Ji Hong said, "What about the breakfast that the hospital gave me in the morning, didn't I say I got up to eat? If Zhang Ye came over at noon, you told him to order something in the restaurant in advance ..."

"You don't have to buy it from me, that breakfast also made me give it to other wards." Ji Mingyue raised her eyebrows proudly, "Lin Feng cooks for us today!"

"Lin Feng?" Ji Hong noticed the continuous noise and some soreness from the small kitchen. "He still cooks?"

"Yes!" Ji Mingyue nodded proudly. "Lin Feng is only delicious when he cooks. When we make up lessons together, he makes dinner! And he is a genius. As long as I say what I want to eat, even if I don't However, as long as he checked the recipe, he could do exactly the same as above! "

Having said that, Ji Mingyue licked the corners of his mouth unconsciously, as if reminiscing about various foods cooked by Lin Feng.

Ji Hong: "..."

"Uncle." Hearing their voices, Lin Feng came out of the kitchen. He was wearing an apron, but he was long, his smile was clean, and he still looked handsome. "The soup has to be boiled for a while, and the porridge is fast. Alright. After Ji Mingyue said that there is a kitchen, I used it. I hope you don't take the liberty. "

"Don't take the liberty!" Ji Mingyue spoke enthusiastically. "I asked you to cook for us. Where can I take the liberty?"

Ji Hong glanced at his son, feeling his teeth more sour: "Ha ha ha, of course not, uncle would like to thank you. Ming Yue, learn from others."

Ji Mingyue said in the mouth, "Oh, I'm lazy ..." The sight still reluctantly stayed on Lin Feng.

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The three people sat down together and ate this breakfast together, Lin Feng's cooking was much better than Ji Hong imagined.

Since Ji Hong is still in the early stages of recovery, he can't eat too greasy and greasy things, and Lin Feng is also mainly vegetarian.

Seemingly simple purple potato yam porridge, the rice and glutinous rice have been soaked in cold water beforehand. The rice grains are cooked to make them crystal clear, smooth and not broken. With purple sweet potatoes, sweet and glutinous, and yam crisp and refreshing, a bowl of porridge is delicious and fragrant. , Attracting appetite.

Then came the tofu cabbage soup. The soup was boiled for a long time. The tofu was very delicious and the taste was smooth. The cabbage just neutralized the excess oiliness, and the milk was white and green. The colors were fresh and pleasing. Come at nine o'clock, they can't help but glance over their dining table several times.

… No wonder his son would praise Youjia so much, what he said is true!

After eating this meal with satisfaction, Ji Hong found that he looked at Lin Feng as if he was more pleasing to the eye, and his baby was so proactive that no one could blame him ...

Lin Feng also seemed to feel something. He continued at noon, took out a catfish from the refrigerator, there was still a lot of tofu left in the morning, and the kitchen was slowly exuding a fresh fragrance ...

Ji Mingyue's cell phone is still in Lin Feng. He can only watch the TV with a lollipop bought from downstairs. Ji Hong looks at him for a moment, and beckons him to come over.

"Dad?" Ji Mingyue sat next to Ji Hong's bed and helped him shake it up.

Ji Hong patted the back of his hand, lowered his voice and said, "Ming Yue, do you remember what you said to your dad, do you have those dreams?"

Ji Ming listened more and followed his seriousness. He nodded and said, "Remember."

Ji Hong looked solemnly: "How much do you remember ... Can you tell Dad in detail?"