Rebirth 70: Ex-wife, don’t even think about cutting off your beard this time!

"Forget it, there are a lot of things going on in the factory these two days.

I don’t have that time, and I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling uncomfortable for the past two days and can’t eat. And I always want to sleep. "

Feng Meihua patted her chest and rinsed her mouth with water, finally feeling relieved.

Jiang Yang supported her and looked at Feng Meihua's pale face, and couldn't help but feel worried.

"You should rest early today, I won't bother you anymore."

Feng Meihua rolled her eyes at him.

"You think I don't want to rest? The factory has to publish periodicals today, and I have to get the manuscript out today."

"The manuscript you gave me is just a manuscript, isn't it? Can't I still get it done for you?"

Jiang Yang smiled and helped his wife back to the room.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had already jumped off the chair and ran directly to Feng Meihua with some worry.

"Mom Meihua, what's wrong with you?"

This child really regards Feng Meihua as his mother now, and the two of them get along very harmoniously.

Feng Meihua reached out and touched her pigtails. This child was already in the second grade and was a big child.

In just two years, she also regarded this child as her own, and the two now have a deep relationship.

"Mom is fine. Xiaoxiao, go and eat quickly. Eat well. Mom is just a little upset in her stomach. She will be fine after lying down for a while."

Jiang Xiaoxiao was still a little worried.

"Mom, let me help you go to sleep for a while."

Jiang Yang touched his daughter's hair. The relationship between this little girl and Feng Meihua made him a little jealous.

But I have to admit that if Feng Meihua had not treated Jiang Xiaoxiao well, the two of them would not get along as well as they do today.

He was not mistaken. Feng Meihua treated Jiang Xiaoxiao as if he were his own daughter.

"Xiao Xiao, go and eat quickly. Dad will help mom to rest."

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded obediently, climbed back on the table alone, and watched Jiang Yang help Feng Meihua back into the room.

Jiang Yang took off Feng Meihua's shoes and helped him directly to the bed.

Cover her with a blanket.

"You have to go check it out tomorrow no matter what. You can't keep doing this. You've been eating a lot lately. Your appetite has been much smaller."

Feng Meihua was covered with a towel and sighed.

“I don’t know what’s wrong.

I'll take a rest, please remember to call me later. I still have to write a manuscript. "

Feng Meihua turned over, immediately closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Yang touched her forehead, but Feng Meihua didn't respond at all, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

Feng Meihua has never been like this.

The worry about Feng Meihua at this moment made him forget about his unemployment.

After covering Feng Meihua with a quilt, she turned around and finished her meal with her daughter. She cleared the dishes and tidied up the room.

My daughter has already made an appointment with the children to play together.

The child ran out to play, Jiang Yang tidied up the room, and then sat directly at the desk, where the manuscript Feng Meihua had just written was spread out.

To be precise, Feng Meihua basically made a prototype for every journal at home, and then printed it according to this template.

Jiang Yang opened the journal. Most of it had been filled in with content, but some blank spaces were still empty.

He flipped through the manuscripts placed on the table by Feng Meihua again. These manuscripts were unfinished.

What are some legendary stories written?

Jiang Yang looked at it and chuckled. If it were about the deeds in the factory, a commendation, etc., he would still be scared.

After all, he doesn't know much about these things anymore.

But I think I should be able to write this kind of serialized stories or short stories.

After all, people in this era admire famous martial arts novel authors such as Jin Yong and Gu Long.

Jiang Yang turned over things in his mind.

He is a man who has lived for two centuries.

Those online novels and various short dramas and short videos of later generations can be easily picked up.

Just pick one or two items and they will probably shine in this journal.

Considering that the factory is full of grown men, the stories in the journal did not pick out the so-called stories about women, so let’s have a story about a son-in-law.

Son-in-law and adopted son-in-law are popular these days.

It’s not bad that it doesn’t touch the policy, it doesn’t touch the culture.

A short story about a son-in-law coming to the door and making a comeback quickly took shape.

Jiang Yang finished writing and put it directly on the table.

When Feng Meihua opened her eyes, she smelled a scent.

Jiang Yang came in from outside and brought a bowl. It was already past 10 o'clock.

My wife didn't eat at night.

He hadn't eaten well in the past few days, so he made a bowl of hot and sour soup outside.

I made two more egg pancakes. These are sour and spicy and appetizing. Drinking them will definitely make you feel better.

I originally wanted to bring it in and call Feng Meihua, but unexpectedly I walked in with a bowl and saw Feng Meihua sitting up.

"You're awake, are you hungry? Come on, I made some hot and sour soup, you can try the taste."

Feng Meihua sat up and said with a smile.

"I've been sleeping since I woke up, and I don't know why I'm always sleepy now."

Feng Meihua took a sip of the hot and sour soup. His face was full of satisfaction.

"Oh my gosh, you're already famous without cooking.

This hot and sour soup is really delicious. It's sour and spicy, especially appetizing.

You still have to be the cook. Look at the food I cook. "

Although both of them can cook, Feng Meihua rarely cooks. After all, Feng Meihua is now in the apprenticeship stage and has learned too few cooking methods, and often burns the pot.

Watching Feng Meihua gulp down the hot and sour soup and the egg pancakes, she actually drank a large bowl in one go and ate both the egg pancakes.

Jiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his wife was a bit picky.

"As long as you can eat it, I'll start cooking it for you in different ways tomorrow."

Feng Meihua said with a smile after eating and drinking,

"It's strange for you to think that I don't feel anything right now. I just vomited after eating the meal just now."

Jiang Yang put away the bowls and chopsticks.

"Okay, okay, go wash your face and go straight to bed."

Feng Meihua watched Jiang Yang leave.

When I ran to the next room, I realized that the little guy had gone to bed and fell asleep. It was about 10 o'clock and it was time for the child to go to bed.

He covered Jiang Xiaoxiao's stomach with a towel and then came out of the room with confidence.

Sitting at the desk, I was shocked when I saw the manuscript on the table. The handwriting was not my own.

Looking through the manuscript in front of me, I became more and more excited.

When Jiang Yang came in with a footbath, Feng Meihua was so mesmerized that he sat in front of the table without even moving.

Jiang Yang placed the footbath next to her and put the towel on the back of the chair.

"Wash your feet, soak your feet and watch at the same time."

Feng Meihua raised her head and looked at Jiang Yang in surprise and joy.

"Jiang Yang, why did you never tell me that you could write such a good manuscript?"

Jiang Yang touched her long hair and tied it up directly.

"I'm just having fun."

The absolute king of Versailles.