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"Stop talking nonsense with me, I only write textbooks, save books and find others. Don't ask me who to look for, I'm not a pimp..." Lu Zhixu was talking on the phone when he suddenly felt his legs sink, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand He touched Baby Lu Jiaming's head: "Son, what's wrong?"

Baby Lu Jiaming hugged Lu Zhixu's leg aggrievedly, pursed his mouth, and said nothing.Her steamed bun-like face was red from being pinched by others.

That night, when Lu Zhixu was bathing the baby, he checked the baby's injuries and felt that the baby was bitten by a mosquito, so he wiped half a bottle of mosquito repellent water with medicinal effect for the baby.

When the baby woke up in the morning, he found a few unjustly killed mosquitoes lying next to the pillow.

It was already late at night when Xia Chen arrived home.

He saw Lu Zhixu sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

It was rare for Lu Yaoxie to "work hard". After bathing the baby, he couldn't open his eyes. He planned to sit in the living room for a while, but fell asleep while sitting up.

When Xia Chen entered the door, Lu Zhixu was huddled up on the sofa with the cold. His face was pale, his hair was messily covering his forehead, his expression was not peaceful, with a bit of irritation, his delicate nose was wrinkled, and he pursed his lips. With thin lips, it seems that he does not forget to be mean to others in his dream.

Xia Chen took out a blanket from the room, and carefully covered Lu Zhixu, he just got off Zheng Lin's car, Zheng Lin believed in Buddhism, Xia Chen stayed in that car before, and there was a faint sandalwood scent on his body.He glanced into the kitchen and knew that Lu Zhixu hadn't eaten dinner again - he wanted to wash off the sandalwood scent from his body before Lu Zhixu woke up from hunger.

When Lu Zhixu woke up for the first time, his body was warm, even though the living room was still bright yellow light, and the house was still the same silence.However, he faintly sensed a certain atmosphere called "warmth".

This atmosphere is so reassuring.

So he fell into a deep sleep again, until he was awakened by hunger.

There was a faint smell of food coming from the kitchen. Xia Chen was wearing a bathrobe, rubbing his hair with a towel, and walked down the stairs. He was wearing the off-white bathrobe prepared in the guest room, with slippers on his feet, with a relaxed expression, as if he had never left.

"Teacher is awake?" He rubbed his hair while walking towards the dining room. "There is porridge stewed in the kitchen. Teacher, get up and drink some."

Lu Zhixu didn't answer, and frowned for a while, finally couldn't resist the hunger, and struggled to get up.

Xia Chen stood in the warm light of the kitchen, pouring the porridge from the pot into the crystal bowl, with a towel on his shoulders, his brows and eyes were soft, and he didn't look aggressive at all.

Lu Zhixu stood at the kitchen door with his hands folded for a while.

His blood pressure is very low, he has severe irritability when he wakes up, and he tends to lose his temper when he is hungry, so at the moment he has a calm and late-night face.

After Xia Chen finished pouring the porridge, he set out a few small white-bottomed blue and white dishes and a plate on the counter, and used a pair of long chopsticks to pick things from the dark yellow jar to the plate.

"What are you doing?" Lu Yaoxie asked bluntly, frowning with a late mother's face.

Xia Chen smiled: "This is the sauerkraut I brought from home. My grandfather's sauerkraut is very good, so I want to give it to the teacher."

Lu Zhixu frowned, and consciously made up the image of an old farmer picking sauerkraut in his mind.

He didn't ask any more questions. Xia Chen put the sauerkraut on a plate, scalded it in boiling water, and put it in a small blue and white plate. Mr. Li's cook, Lao Peng, was from the south, and the pickled sauerkraut was also authentic Sichuan style. It is the old altar sauerkraut on the market, sour and delicious, which makes people salivate.In the past years, the sauerkraut in the old man's house was snatched up by several family members. Fortunately, old man Li has always loved Xia Chen, and he has already reserved his share, so he was able to bring this small jar of sauerkraut across the state and back to City C. Come.

Lu Zhixu's stomach and intestines are weak, although Lao Peng's sauerkraut is very clean, it is pickled after all, so Xia Chen scalded it with boiling water first.

The golden-yellow sauerkraut looks very attractive under the light. Xia Chen stacked the cut sauerkraut on the plate, served it with bean paste, and placed it on the table one by one. The porridge in the crystal bowl was the last .

The seemingly ordinary porridge had a peculiar aroma. Lu Zhixu took a bite, and the soft stewed porridge was... white radish?

Very ordinary small pieces of white radish, because they have been stewed in the hot porridge for a long time, the whole half-melted, the porridge has a natural fragrance, and the saltiness is just right. The field warms up.

Lu Zhixu's brows stretched.

Xia Chen filled a bowl of porridge and sat down opposite Lu Zhixu.

In fact, the use of white radish to make porridge is to conceal the fact that ginger slices are put in the porridge to dispel the cold.

However, if someone neither caught the cold nor smelled ginger, Xia Chen would naturally not say it.