Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

When he got up the next day, Feng Jinghe lay down on his bed. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then found that his head was dizzy, as if he had a cold.

It seems that last night he dreamed that he was lying in the ice and snow, which was an omen. While he was in a daze, someone suddenly stepped heavily on his stomach. Feng Jing let out a cry and bowed up like a shrimp.

Meng You, who had stepped on someone in a daze, was also frightened. She screamed and jumped away. However, she was tripped by the quilt under her feet and threw herself to the ground, slamming Feng Jinghe who had already sat up. Pressing down, the back of Feng Jinghe's head hit the ground, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. He felt even more dizzy.

"Ahhhh..." Meng Er screamed.

Feng Jinghe frowned: "What's your name?"

It's obvious that he's the one who got hurt, okay?

After being yelled at by Feng Jinghe, Meng You finally calmed down. She shook her head vigorously and then figured out the situation. She woke up in the morning and thought she was at home, so she squinted her eyes and got out of bed. I was about to go to the bathroom, but accidentally stepped on Feng Jinghe, and I was scared half to death.

Looking at Feng Jinghe, who was pale and sweating, Meng Er felt a sudden shock in his heart, wondering if he had trampled on someone, right? She looked at Feng Jinghe cautiously and asked, "Are you...are you okay?"

Feng Jinghe made a grimace. He almost lost half his life after all this trouble: "It's okay. You'd better get up first."

"Oh." Meng Er hurriedly climbed up from Feng Jinghe, "Where did I step on you?"

Feng Jinghe held his stomach and said with a painful expression: "You'd better not ask."

Meng Er suddenly felt an indescribable embarrassment: "What, then get up quickly and I will take you to the hospital."

Feng Jinghe twitched his lips: "There's no need to go to the hospital. The cause of the disease is hard to tell."

Meng You suddenly became even more embarrassed. He put on his coat in a panic and walked out hurriedly: "Ahem, I'll go downstairs to see if there is anything I need help with."

As Lu Zhanke expected, things got worse and worse. Not long after, news came that Song Shizhang was injured.

As expected, Feng Jinghe caught a cold, his voice was hoarse, his nose was red, and he kept sneezing.

Ai Changhuan found cold medicine for him, made ginger tea, and added another quilt for them. Finally, he said with some confusion: "Aren't two quilts enough? Your physical fitness is too poor. , not as good as Meng Er."

Facing Ai Changhuan's puzzled gaze, Meng Er could only bite the bullet and say: "That's because he doesn't sleep well. He often rolls out of the quilt or kicks the quilt in the middle of the night. It's strange that he doesn't catch a cold."

Feng Jinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng You, what, he didn't sleep well?

Meng Er didn't dare to look directly at Feng Jinghe's questioning gaze. She stretched out a hand to cover her face and continued: "He got up from the ground this morning, but he rolled to the ground at some point. "

Ai Changhuan looked at Feng Jinghe in surprise. He didn't expect that a man of his age would kick the quilt. It was simply unbelievable.

Feng Jinghe couldn't expose Meng You, so he could only hold his forehead and silently take the blame.

Feeling guilty, Meng Er personally helped Feng Jinghe bring the ginger soup to him, and reminded him to pay attention to scalding it, busy like a hard-working little bee.

Feng Jinghe also seemed to enjoy her service, and the corner of his mouth never dropped. It was always raised.

After breakfast, Ai Changhuan sadly followed Mr. Yang up the mountain to collect herbs. This made Little Fatty Pei so happy that he finally no longer had to run up and down with his grandfather.

As a patient, Feng Jinghe was forced to be stuffed into the bed by Meng You, and he was also covered with two quilts to let him sweat.

Meng Er himself quietly went to find Yang Anxin.

Because when she woke up this morning, she found that her feet were almost healed, and she no longer felt pain when walking, and the burning sensation also disappeared. It seemed that the method provided by Mr. Yang was indeed effective, but she I also want to thank one person, Feng Jinghe. If he hadn't forced her to treat her yesterday, her condition might have continued to deteriorate today.

Therefore, in order to repay Feng Jinghe, she decided to learn how to make soup from Yang Anxin.

Understanding her purpose, Yang Anxin felt happy again and said, "You and your husband have a really good relationship. He just caught a cold and made you so anxious."

"No..." Meng Er looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong with this? You two have a good relationship and you should be happy. I know you feel sorry for him."

"This...is really not..."

"Haha, you are just like Chang Huan before. You are obviously very caring, but you like to be harsh."

Meng Er felt awkward in her heart, fearing that Yang Anxin would continue to think about it, so she hurriedly explained: "It's not like that. It's all because of me that he caught a cold, so I..."

Yang Anxin blinked and looked curious: "What's going on? Logically speaking, you two are hot-blooded young people. You will only feel hot when you sleep together. Why do you still catch a cold?"

Meng You was so embarrassed that she could hardly hold her head up. She couldn't explain the real situation, so she could only slander Feng Jinghe again in front of Yang Anxin.

Yang Anxin, like Ai Changhuan, looked shocked. She didn't expect that the well-dressed and talented Feng Jinghe would not sleep well.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I can still cure this kind of cold, and I will make sure that the soup is not bitter." Yang Anxin's recipe uses Bupleurum, Pinellia pinellia, ginseng, licorice, skullcap, and ginger. , jujube, etc. are put into the casserole in a certain proportion and simmered slowly. Moreover, because of the addition of jujube and licorice, the soup has a slight sweetness.

When it was boiling, Meng Er had to stay by the stove and watch the fire for fear of accidentally drying it out. Yang Anxin had to go to do other things, so he left Xiaopang Pei with her and asked her to help take care of it.

The adults in the family were not around, and Meng Er was the new one, and he looked like he was easy to bully at first glance, so the devilish nature of this naughty kid Pei Xiaopang was immediately exposed.

Sometimes he asked Meng You to play with him, then he asked Meng You to peel peanuts for him, and now he asked her to eat fruit. Meng You followed him at first, but later she became tired of being tortured and stopped paying attention to him.

Pei Xiaopang came to provoke him three times but was ignored. Finally, he decided to make a big move.

He ran to find his toy water gun, filled it with tap water, and fired at Meng You while she was staring at the fire.

Meng You was waiting intently for the soup to be ready, when suddenly a stream of cold water fell from the sky and splashed all over her face. She shivered from the cold, and turned around angrily to see Little Fatty Pei laughing arrogantly.

"Hahaha, you can't fight this hero, just accept your death!"

Meng Yi's eyebrows twitched, and he finally got angry: "Little Fatty Pei, you're looking for a beating!"

Xiaopang Pei made a face at her, then ran away. When Meng You chased him out, Xiaopang Pei had already disappeared.

Meng Er touched his wet hair and clothes and stamped his feet angrily.

He crossed his arms and sulked for a while, then turned around and went back to the kitchen.

When she returned to the kitchen, she was so angry that there was smoke on her head. Little Fatty Pei was sneaking towards her medicine pot, as if he was going to cause trouble.

Yang Anxin had explained before that the lid should not be opened before the decoction is ready, otherwise the medicinal properties will evaporate.

So, she immediately shouted: "What are you doing?"

Seeing Meng Ye back so quickly, Pei Xiaopang was also startled. He retracted his hand, moved aside, and continued to point the water gun at Meng Ye: "Come here, keep chasing me... "

Only then did Meng Er realize that Pei Xiaopang's fundamental purpose was to see what was cooking in the pot, so he deliberately messed with her.

She couldn't help but find it funny. As expected of a child from a military family, she knew how to trick a tiger away from the mountain at such a young age, and she had just been fooled in a very embarrassing manner.

She turned around, stopped in front of the medicine pot, narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm warning you, don't make trouble again, or I will tell your mother later."

Xiaopang Pei made a face again: "I'm not afraid of you. If you have the guts, just come after me."

"I don't." The medicine will be ready soon, and she won't leave.

Little Fatty Pei tried his old trick again and raised his water gun to shoot at Meng You with all his strength. This time the cold water came fiercely, and Meng You was sprayed all over his face. The cold water flowed down his neck and wet the sweater outside. There was a shirt underneath, and the remaining water dripped down the hem of the shirt and fell to the ground, spreading to a pool at his feet.

Meng Er was shivering from the cold, but she stubbornly refused to move a step. No matter how much Fatty Pei sprayed her with cold water, she would not leave until the medicine was ready. She turned off the fire, then turned around and looked at Pei Xiaopang: "You think I really don't dare to hit you? I just couldn't free my hands, little bastard, don't run away if you have the guts."

She filled a basin with cold water and continued with a sinister smile: "Tell me, it's your weapons that are more powerful, or my weapons. If I put this basin in, you will be so cold that you can't even walk." .”

Pei Xiaopang looked at his water gun and then at Meng You's basin. He immediately understood that he was at a disadvantage. After yelling meanly, he ran away.

"Huh, fight with me, you're a little too young!" Meng You didn't chase him, found a bowl, poured out the soup, and then hurriedly brought it back to Feng Jinghe to drink.

Afraid that the medicine would be ineffective after cooling down, Meng You didn't have time to change his clothes. He just wiped his hair and neck with a towel, then went upstairs and entered the room.

Feng Jinghe was still sleeping, and seemed to be very uncomfortable, with his eyebrows furrowed. She reached out and touched Feng Jinghe's forehead, and she was startled by the heat.

"Why is it so hot?" Meng Er was afraid that something might happen, so he hurriedly woke up Feng Jinghe, "Wake up, it's time to drink the medicine. Drink the medicine before going to bed, okay?"

Feng Jinghe slowly opened his eyes. The continuous high fever had made him a little confused, so he looked for a while before he recognized that the person in front of him was Meng You.

"Ahem...what's wrong?" He struggled to get up.

Meng Er hurriedly stepped forward to support him and put a pillow behind her: "Be careful, I think your fever seems to be getting worse? Are the antipyretics you are taking no good?"

"It's okay... the quilt is too... thick, don't worry..." Because of the high fever, Feng Jinghe's cheeks were also crimson, but his lips were very dry, and his whole person felt indescribably weak.

"Then drink this medicine first. I asked Sister An An for the prescription, so it should be fine." Meng You took the medicine and started feeding Feng Jinghe the medicine with a spoon.

Feng Jinghe glanced at her, then silently opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine.

The two of them didn't quarrel, and the atmosphere was harmonious and beautiful as never before.