In the evening, when Ji Shaoheng is taking a bath in the bathroom, Fang Yaqing takes his mobile phone to unlock it, turns to the phone book, finds Ji Wenqing's phone, and saves it in his mobile phone.

The next morning, Ji Shaoheng went to work and took Tongtong to school.

After waking up, Fang Yaqing went to the supermarket with breakfast and began to cook soup when she came back.

Sister LAN asked strangely, "madam, didn't the old man leave hospital last night? Why do you still make soup

Fang Yaqing gently smile: "he has just been discharged from hospital, the body needs more supplements."

Sister LAN knew: "there are so many servants in the Ji family. If the old gentleman wants to drink soup, there will be special people to do it. If you are still pregnant, you'd better work less."

"My father-in-law likes to drink the soup I cook, and I should be filial to him as a daughter-in-law."

Since Ji yangkun was hospitalized, she can't go to see him. It seems that she can only do this for him.

But fortunately, he likes to drink his own soup, otherwise she will feel that she is nothing.

After making the soup, she put it in the heat preservation bucket and went out of the kitchen.

Go to the tea table, she picked up the above mobile phone, turn to the season warm feelings of the phone call out.

The phone rang for a while and was connected, and the voice of Ji Wenqing came from that end: "hello?"

"Aunt, I'm Fang Yaqing." She paused. "Do you have time? I want to see you. "

Shao season, and she bought a new car to meet Wenqing.

She lives not far from Times Square, so when she arrives, Ji Wenqing has not come.

Ji Wenqing gets off the bus and sees Fang Yaqing sitting by the pool in the square, with a heat preservation bucket beside her.

Seeing Ji Wenqing coming towards him, Fang Yaqing gets up with something and shouts, "Auntie."

Ji Wenqing nodded: "why don't you wait for me in a coffee shop? It's windy outside. Be careful to catch cold. "

"It doesn't matter." She thought it strange to carry a thermos into the cafe.

Ji Wenqing asked, "what's the matter with me?"

Fang Yaqing handed her the thermos bucket in her hand: "this is the chicken soup I cooked for Dad."

Ji Wenqing takes a look at the hand she holds up. It seems that she is right. The soup that Ji yangkun praises is indeed made by Fang Yaqing.

She reached out and took it. "I'll give it to you."

Fang Yaqing shook his head and said, "you did it. Don't mention my name."

Ji Wenqing guessed the purpose of her doing this: "this will make me take your credit in vain."

"I didn't mean to please him, but I felt that Shaoheng and I were angry with him this time, so I wanted to do something for him. If he knew that this soup was made by me, I'm afraid he would not drink it."

Ji Wenqing is silent. Although this matter has passed for many days, the elder brother is still angry, so he really won't drink the soup. He will let people take it and pour it out when he knows it.

Fang Yaqing's voice was very gentle. Maybe he inhaled the cold wind, with a trace of hoarseness: "whether this soup is made by you or by me, isn't our original intention to make his body better? So there's no difference. "

Her words make Ji Wenqing moved, her heart is reflected in this soup.

Ji Wenqing smile: "you are more sensible than before."

There was one more thing she didn't say, which was better than before.

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