Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Zhou Hui had a fever in the morning and asked for leave from school.

Ji Shumiao clicked his tongue twice: "You have come to this day."

"I still have tomorrow." Zhou Hui even spoke with an air of kidney deficiency.

He ignored Ji Shumiao and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

His fever had subsided, but he still felt weak, probably because he was hungry.

Ji Shumiao liked to see him looking miserable, so she took a small stool and sat at the kitchen door, admiring him with her chin in her hand.

The fifteen-year-old Zhou Hui in his growth period was much more handsome than the thick-faced and black-hearted ultimate Zhou Baopi. Probably because of his illness, his black short hair was red from the edge to the roots of his ears. His skin was extremely thin and fragile, as if it was made of fragile and brittle glass. His lips were pale, slightly open, exhaling the air of illness; his long eyelashes fluttered from time to time, his eyes were moist and thin, and contained a fragility that Ji Shumiao had never seen before; his nose, on the other hand, was the same as it was more than a decade later, a very unique kind of beauty...

Zhou Hui grabbed a handful of rice porridge and turned to ask Ji Shumiao: "Do you want to have dinner here?"

Ji Shumiao shook his head and smiled meaningfully: "I want to go home and eat dry pot spareribs and stewed beef."

Zhou Hui said "Oh" expressionlessly, indicating that he understood.

After washing the rice and cooking the porridge, Zhou Hui opened the refrigerator and took out a bunch of green vegetables to stir-fry. When he closed the refrigerator door, he suddenly felt dizzy and held the refrigerator door and closed his eyes for a long time.

Ji Shumiao's remaining conscience made her feel bad, so she threw away that little bit of conscience and started to make small talk: "Hey, why were you kicked out by your aunt?"

Zhou Hui didn't have the energy to argue with her whether he was kicked out or she asked him to live here. While washing vegetables, he said weakly: "My aunt found out that I was taking a programming class and thought it was my uncle who gave me the money, so we had a quarrel."

Zhou Hui put it simply, omitting the twists and turns and not mentioning them at all.

Have I committed such a sin?

Ji Shumiao pushed him away: "Let me do it, don't die here and make this house a haunted house."

"Can you?" Zhou Hui's tone was full of doubt.

Ji Shumiao forced a fake smile, tilted his neck and replied: "How can I be the boss if I can't do this? Go out and wait, don't get in the way here."

Zhou Hui didn't go out to wait, but leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched.

Ji Shumiao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't poison you."

The poisoning would not happen today.

Zhou Hui said calmly: "I am ready to put out fires at any time."

Ji Shumiao curled his lips: "You look down on everyone."

Zhou Hui glanced at the top of her head, silently and openly despising her height.

Zhou Hui didn't expect that Ji Shumiao could really cook. The stove was a bit high, so she stood on a small stool to cook. She stir-fried some vegetables and cracked an egg to make a small bowl of minced meat and egg custard.

When you are sick, you should eat some meat and eggs to supplement protein and get better faster. Every time Ji Shumiao was sick, Qin Rong would make her a small bowl of egg custard.

Ji Shumiao opened the lid of the pot and was forced to lean back by the rising steam, almost falling off the small stool.

Zhou Hui stepped forward and said, "Let me do it."

Ji Shumiao didn't act pretentiously. He gave him his seat, took off his apron and threw it aside: "You eat, I'm going home."

Zhou Hui picked up the apron and hung it up: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ji Shumiao waved his hand nonchalantly, "Just be more sincere when calling me boss from now on."

Zhou Hui laughed out loud and said frankly: "I have a new respect for you today."

"Didn't you think I could actually cook?" Ji Shumiao was very proud.

"Well, I thought you couldn't tell spinach from lettuce."

"You're stereotyping."

"Yes, I'll change it." Zhou Hui nodded.

It's no wonder Zhou Hui has a stereotype. Judging from how much the Ji family values ​​and dotes on Ji Shumiao, anyone would think that she is a delicate young lady who has never been involved in womanizing.

Ji Shumiao changed his shoes, waved goodbye, and left briskly.

After Zhou Hui finished his dinner and cleaned up the kitchen, he was just about to go back to his room to read a book when the door was opened again.

Ji Shulang came in carrying a lot of bags. "Hey, you're awake? I just happened to bring some fruit, come and have some."

“…I just finished my meal.”

"Taking some vitamin supplement will make you better soon."

Ji Shulang ignored his opinion and pulled him to sit at the dining table. He opened the fresh-keeping box to show the various fruits that had been cut, stuffed a fruit fork in his hand, and ordered without letting anyone refuse: "Eat."

Zhou Hui sighed resignedly, picked up a piece of apple with a fork, and ate it in small bites: "Why are you here?"

Ji Shulang was packing up the clothes and review materials he brought with him. "It wasn't time for dinner yet, and Ji Miaomiao mentioned that you were sick. My grandma knew you lived here alone, and she was worried, so she asked me to come and keep you company. It's just right, we can review together, and you can tell me the key points of tomorrow's exam."

Zhou Hui: “They are all important points.”

Ji Shulang lost his vitality in an instant: "..."

"Just kidding." Zhou Hui said with a smile.