Shi Su was quite grateful that he was home to accompany Mianmian last night, so she picked up a golden fried egg from the plate and put it in his bowl: "I see the external injuries on your body have improved quite a bit. Eating another egg should be fine."
After saying this, she lowered her head to eat, just like Shi Mianmian. Follow current novels on N0velFire.ɴet
He was temporarily staying at her house now, so she couldn’t really say ’thank you,’ especially since who knows when his so-called hundredfold repayment will actually happen, or if it will really happen. In the end, who’s indebted to whom is still uncertain.
Jing Jihan looked at the mother and daughter across from the dining table who were eating with almost identical postures: "Thank you."
Shi Su buried her head even lower, still struggling with whether she should say ’thank you’ again, yet this man was merely sitting properly at the dining table with them having breakfast. Why did she feel a vague sense of pressure?
That shouldn’t be the case... She never felt before...
She was quite calm even when she brought home a man covered in blood.
Perhaps it was because even though she had a child, the night she got pregnant was a bit of an accident, and her memory of it was vague...
Actually, she had never often shared a room with any man .
Having such a harmonious breakfast in the morning was really unfamiliar and uncomfortable for Shi Su.
Suddenly, Mianmian asked, "Mommy, why are your ears red?"
Shi Su turned her eyes towards Mianmian in a panic, Mianmian still had a noodle in her mouth, looking at her with puzzled eyes.
Jing Jihan also looked towards her upon hearing this.
Shi Su quickly raised her hand to untie the hairband she randomly tied her hair with, and then pulled her hair over her ears, hiding them: "Probably caught a cold from the rain, got a little feverish."
After speaking, she glared at Mianmian in a warning manner: "Eat quickly."
"Oh, mommy, I also want a fried egg." Mianmian withdrew her gaze with confusion, then looked eagerly at the fried eggs in the plate.
Shi Su picked up a fried egg and put it in her bowl: "Eat, eat, you’re going to turn into a little pig."
Mianmian pouted: "I’m not turning into a little pig!"
She looked up at Jing Jihan across the table, with her shiny, oily lips pouting, asked: "Uncle, am I fat?"
Jing Jihan, caught in the middle of this mother-daughter squabble: "...You’re not fat."
Mianmian instantly looked triumphant, as if she had an ally, turning to Shi Su: "See, Uncle said I’m not fat! Mommy, you’re lying! You’re the little pig!"
"Eating won’t shut your mouth!" Shi Su tore the fried egg into several small pieces: "Eat quickly."
Shi Su’s words turned out to be accurate. After sending Mianmian onto the kindergarten bus, her nose felt stuffy and she had a headache, took her temperature and indeed had a fever.
Although the fever wasn’t severe, the typhoon weather, staying in the studio all night, and returning early in the morning through heavy rain was hard for even the best physique to endure.
There was no cold medicine at home, so she went to the pharmacy where she had been buying medicine for the past few days, bought some, went home, boiled water, and after taking the medicine, she wrapped herself in a blanket, sat on the sofa, drinking hot water and reading the screenplay.
Jing Jihan heard several sneezes and came out to see Shi Su wrapped up sitting in the middle of the sofa, with tissue stuffed in each nostril, incessantly sneezing as if the cold was overwhelming.
Seeing the screenplay in her hand, Jing Jihan asked in a deep voice: "Have you taken medicine?"