Chapter 39

"Little sister-in-law, don't drink today?"

Song Jin nearly clapped her thigh: "next time I'll drink with you, today's business is still busy."

"Well, next time, next time. Let's keep our word."

"Sure, you choose the day."

Song Jin is very straightforward. In Lu Nancheng's eyes, she is on the verge of becoming a brother with her brother. She seems to be suddenly angry and makes him uncomfortable.

Ikeno did not tease her: "little sister-in-law, you go busy, remember to drink together next time."

When she left, she made an OK gesture. Ikeno watched her leave and then took back her sight. Most of her body leaned forward, with a smart light in her eyes: "Nancheng, how many times have you checked the details of my little sister-in-law, and found out something?"

"I didn't find out."

"If you can't find out, it means there's no problem. Don't doubt. What's your attitude now?"

"What do you mean?"

Ikeno mouth holding a cigarette is not a point, dangling a strong body: "literally, I think she is quite interesting."

Lu Nancheng suddenly turned black: "do you know what this sentence means?"

"Don't deceive your friend's wife. I know. I just want to talk about it casually. Don't be angry."

He gently patted him on the shoulder, holding a cigarette in his mouth and laughing. He could see his meaning after a little trial. What he said was different from what he thought.

"Brother, it's nothing to fake."

Lu Nancheng clapped his hand unhappily: "if you don't eat, you'll go."

"Well, why hasn't the waiter come yet?"

He has a loud voice and great strength. While shouting, he patted the table a few times, which almost broke the table. The waitress on the first day of work today was scared, shivering and afraid to come forward.

Song Jin in the distance to see, in the heart of a disorderly feeling, Lu Nancheng is deliberately bring people to smash the field?

She turned back and quickly explained a few words. Then she went upstairs to have a rest.

When the new store opened, she had been busy going out early and returning late for a few days. At noon, she didn't go to cook for Lu Nancheng. Someone began to go on a hunger strike and protest. She had to find time to go.

Lu Nancheng, who had been hungry for several days, was thin with naked eyes. His face contour was more obvious, and his water chestnut was clear. Even if he sat there and didn't speak, he was all up and down, but also sent out a strong displeasure.

Song Jin quickly takes out the vegetables from the refrigerator and cleans them quickly.

Listening to the clattering of water in the office, Lu Nancheng felt relieved by accident. He tapped his fingers gently on the table. His displeasure on his cold face was slowly dispersing. A faint smile appeared and he got up from behind the table.

Song Jin cuts vegetables and looks up at him. She leans on the back of her chair and clears her throat.

"Business has been good in the shop lately?"

"Well, not bad."

When the new store opened, it had a good performance for the time being. In addition, she spent money to promote it, and the momentum came out all of a sudden. Now when people eat, the longer the queue, the more they like to eat.

Recently, she has given some training to chefs. They must have their own characteristics, which can not be replaced by other families.

"It's time to get busy when the new store opens?"

"Almost. You can take a little breath."

Lu Nancheng watched her cut vegetables quickly and turned to light the fire. She was very skillful. She heated the pot and poured oil. In a few minutes, the two vegetables were fried well.

He sniffed the familiar smell of vegetables in the air, licked his lips subconsciously, swallowed his saliva, opened the chair and sat down.

His taste buds seem to recognize this taste. Other tastes have made it hard for him to swallow. It's torture to eat more.

Song Jin brings the last dish to the table. Lu Nancheng has been eating it quickly. He has been hungry for a few days recently and misses the feeling of satiety very much. Song Jin is surprised to see that he has eaten three bowls of rice in a row and completely empties the pot, scraping it clean, leaving no rice left.

She put away the embarrassed smile on her face, glanced over the empty plate, and looked at him with a satisfied face, half squinting and leaning on the chair, the light in his eyes was lazy and casual.

Song Jin is about to clean up the dishes. Lu Nancheng feels his full stomach and looks slightly changed. She gets up and walks to the edge of the sofa. When she finishes cleaning up, his whole body lies down and seems to collapse.

She passed by and kicked him: "ice cream?"

Lu Nancheng opened his eyes, clenched his chin, thin lips, and his face was slightly Black: "no need."

Song Jin saw that his hand had been rubbing his stomach and wring his delicate brow: "what's the matter with you?"

She pushed his shoulder, Lu Nancheng body tilted past, thick eyebrow frown, voice dumb: "not in the way."

"Do you have an upset stomach?"

Song Jin crazily pulls him over and faces her face to face. Lu Nancheng frowns and looks sick. His hand is on his stomach. She raises her hand and presses it. His painful face changes slightly.

"Stomachache? Get up. I'll take you to the hospital. "

Song Jinfeng's fiery posture drags him. Her slender white wrist can't pull a man up. Lu Nancheng deliberately sinks: "don't go to the hospital."

For many years, his stomach disease was caused by poor appetite, and he was often hungry due to difficulty in swallowing food. After a long time, he suffered from stomach disease.Song Jin couldn't move him. Seeing that he was in severe pain, she approached him with concern: "Lu Nancheng, are you sure you're ok? I don't want to be young and widowed. "

"The stomach medicine is in the drawer."

She quickly went to get the medicine and opened a pile of bottles and cans in the drawer. She couldn't distinguish them at all, so she brought them all.

Lu Nancheng looked at her holding all the medicine, even the injured wine, without any common sense.

"Which do you want?"

He raised his finger, Song Jin handed it to him, he ate a few down, the pain did not get relief.

Song Jin holds her chin and sits opposite him to observe. A trace of pain appears on his cold face. Her black eyes are half astringent, and her powerful aura is gone. Lu Nancheng, who is ill, is like a kitten that can be rubbed casually.

She looked at it for a long time before taking back her eyes. She pulled out the blanket from the cupboard. It seemed that the medicine had worked. He covered his stomach with his hand down and casually put it on his knee. He leaned against the sofa and fell asleep.

She lightly covered the blanket on him and muttered in her heart that the old aunt would take care of him more.

Song Jin turns around and is about to leave. Suddenly, Lu Nancheng opens her eyes and puts her back in front of her eyes. She is busy picking up the bottles on the tea table and carefully watching them one by one.

With the development of the times for so many years, she has developed too many drugs. She carefully remembers that all of them are in Lu Nancheng's eyes. As soon as she was about to return the things to their original places, a low or high question suddenly sounded on her back: "haven't you seen these drugs?"