Chapter 2105

One night, Fu Shiqin fell asleep.

Ling Jiao has been using a towel to put on her forehead, scrubbing her arms and legs, hoping to let his temperature down a little.

Finally, after a night, Fu Shiqin's fever subsided.

However, after breakfast, they went to the hospital.

After a detailed examination of Fu Shiqin, the doctor prescribed a pile of medicine for him to take back.

When the two returned to the homestay, Fu Shiqin took some medicine and got into a warm bed.

"The aurora didn't show up last night?"

"No." Lingjiao said.

Because I have been taking care of him and didn't pay attention to the window, but it was snowing last night, so there must be no aurora.

Fu Shiqin sighed sadly, "that guide is not mine."

"Well, let's not talk about this. What would you like for lunch?" Lingjiao asked.

Fu Shiqin opened his mouth and said a lot of things he was eager to eat but could not eat.

"I'd like to eat hot pot, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, pot wrapped meat, steamed crab dumplings..."

The food here is fresh at the first meal, and then he doesn't want to eat at the second.

Now, his stomach yearns for all kinds of Chinese food.

"There are only a few places to eat in the town, none of which you want."

Even Reykjavik has few restaurants for Chinese food, let alone in such a small town.

Fu Shiqin sighed gloomily, "what's for lunch?"

At the thought of such western food, he has no appetite at all.

"I'll go to the supermarket to see if I have any ingredients. Buy them and cook them myself." Lingjiao finished, and then he was ready to go out.

Fu Shiqin sat up as soon as he heard that she was going out.

"Together."

"Well, you'd better stay in bed. The supermarket is not far away. I'll be back in a moment." Lingjiao said, and opened the door and left.

Although the supermarket in the town is no more than the large supermarket in the city, most of the vegetables, fruits and meat are still available.

However, there was no rice and noodles from China, so he chose pasta and udong noodles.

Moreover, I was lucky enough to buy some streaky pork and some fresh seafood and vegetables, so I went back to stay.

"Would you like seafood Udon or seafood pasta?"

Fu Shiqin thought for a moment, "have a free face."

"OK, then have seafood pasta at noon." Lingjiao said, and took something to the kitchen.

There are all kinds of kitchenware for homestay. After studying the use of cooking utensils and the taste of various spices, she started to clean up the seafood she bought.

Fu Shiqin got up and wanted to help, but she refused.

So, moved a chair to sit directly at the kitchen door to watch, like unintentionally smile.

"Don't tell me, there's a sudden feeling of home."

Lingjiao's back was slightly shaken. For a moment, she was speechless.

The word "home" has always been far away from her.

Before she was born, her father died in a car accident. After her mother gave birth to her, she left her to Grandpa and remarried.

Her family used to be her and grandpa. She had been homeless since grandpa died.

After a moment, she said with a teasing smile.

"I think you feel like a young master, waiting for the maid to prepare lunch for you."

Even though many people in China know that she and Fu Jiaer are not in love, Fu Shiqin will not be her destination, which is always clear to her.