The space boss's daily life of raising cubs, loving husbands and farming

"I'll go see him." Shang Wan wanted to go out, but Xiao Huan quickly pulled her back and handed her a set of clean clothes. "Sister, change your wet clothes first. I'll go."

She picked up the pot lid, put it on her head and ran out.

Shang Wan: Um...the family is short of an umbrella.

"Mom!" Yuanyuan crawled over quickly and tried to pounce on Shang Wan like a little cannonball.

"Wait." Shang Wan reached out and lifted the little guy up, keeping a distance, "I'm all wet, I'll hold you later."

"Daddy!" Yuanyuan fluttered her short arms and legs, and her baby voice sounded anxious, "Hong!"

Shang Wan frowned, "Red?"

"It's hot!" Yuanyuan blurted out another word quickly.

Red? Hot?

Could it be that he is sick?

"Okay, Mom got it." Shang Wan didn't hear any unusual noises. She shook the anxious child soothingly, "Don't worry, let's go see Daddy together."

She walked quickly to the cubicle where she and Lu Chengjing lived. The door was open, and Shang Wan stretched her neck to look inside.

Lu Chengjing was seen wrapped in a quilt, facing outwards, his eyes closed, his brows deeply furrowed, his black hair soaked and sticking to his flushed cheeks.

I really have a fever.

Yuanyuan called out "Daddy" and flapped her short legs to get off.

Shang Wan put her down, turned around to close the door, quickly changed into clean clothes at the door before walking over.

Reaching out and covering Lu Chengjing's forehead to test the temperature, Shang Wan frowned, guessing that he caught a cold from the cold wind last night while waiting for her to come back, and that's why he didn't feel well until now.

She pinched Lu Chengjing's mouth open and fed him two drops of spiritual spring water.

"Mom." Yuanyuan crawled over and hugged her mother, rubbing her little face against her shoulder dependently.

Shang Wan gently patted the little girl's back, and when she stopped rubbing, he said softly, "Daddy will be fine in a while, don't worry."

Yuanyuan nodded her little head, and Shang Wan carried her out and put her on the cushion.

Xiaohuan helped Shitou in. Not only was Shitou soaked, but she was also soaked.

After they changed their clothes, they found out that Lu Chengjing had a high fever. Xiaohuan immediately blamed herself for being too careless and not noticing that something was wrong with her brother-in-law.

Shang Wan comforted him, "It's not your fault. Everyone gets sick sometimes. Besides, you have a lot of things to do, and you have to take care of Yuanyuan. How can you watch over him all the time?"

"I gave him some medicine. He will be fine after a nap."

Xiaohuan felt better then. Thinking that the three of them had been caught in the rain and might catch a cold and get sick, she quickly put the clay pot on the fire and started to cook ginger soup.

Shang Wan took advantage of Xiaohuan's inattention and dropped a drop of spiritual spring water into it.

Shitou ran to the cubicle, took a look at Lu Chengjing, and came back to help Shang Wan clean up the things in the bamboo basket.

The little turtle curled up in its shell and went to sleep. Yuanyuan lost her playmate, so she crawled over to join in the fun.

Shitou was worried that the dead snake would scare her, so he tried to block it, but Yuanyuan's attention was all on the fruit wrapped in leaves.

The little girl picked up a fruit, tilted her head to look at her mother, and raised the fruit high, "Ci!"

Shang Wan glanced at it and said, "It's too hard. You can't bite it."

Little Yuanyuan was not afraid of difficulties. He held the fruit in his two little hands and took a bite. The sour and astringent taste quickly occupied his taste buds.

"Pah!" The little guy decisively spat out the green skin he had bitten off, and his little face instantly wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

Shang Wan was happy and picked up a slightly larger fruit to tease her, "Do you want to eat more?"

"Bu!" Yuanyuan pouted, threw the fruit aside with disgust, and crawled to Xiaohuan to ask for the milk bottle.

After a while, Shang Wan and Shitou picked up all the herbs. Shitou took out the medical book and checked it again. After making sure that he had found the right one, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Shang Wan patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, keep up the good work."

"Hehe." Shitou grinned, showing his big white teeth. Just as he was about to say something, his nose felt itchy and he sneezed loudly.

"The ginger soup is ready." Xiaohuan scooped out two bowls of ginger soup from the earthenware jar and invited the two to drink.

The ginger soup is moderately spicy, with a unique ginger aroma. Because of the addition of red dates, it tastes a little sweet.

After drinking a bowl of ginger soup, my body warmed up from the inside out.

Shang Wan filled a bowl and took it to the compartment. She found that the blush on Lu Chengjing's cheeks had faded, leaving only a slight hint of pink. He looked better than before he was sick.

Lu Chengjing's lips moved and he was mumbling.

Shang Wan listened carefully. Grandfather, mother, no, none, father... were all words that did not form a complete sentence.

Her eyes dimmed slightly, and she reached out and patted Lawrence Lu's cheek, "Wake up, wake up."

Lu Chengjing's eyelashes trembled as he was pulled out of the dark nightmare by a familiar voice. He slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at Shang Wan with his misty black eyes.

"Drink the ginger soup before going to sleep." Shang Wan helped the man up and leaned him against himself, then picked up the soup bowl next to him and brought it to Lu Chengjing's lips.

Lu Chengjing lowered his eyes and took a sip.

Shang Wan stared at his trembling eyelashes and whispered, "You need to take good care of your body. Don't wait outside in the cold for me to come back. If you get sick, you will suffer."

"You are my wife." Lu Chengjing let go of the edge of the bowl, his pale lips flushed red because of the warmth of the ginger soup, his voice was a little hoarse, "How can I feel at ease if you don't come back?"

Shang Wan: "I can beat a hundred of them by myself, what are you worried about?"

Lu Chengjing pursed his lips and said nothing, and even refused to drink the ginger soup.

Being sick is a bit childish.

"Drink it while it's hot." Shang Wan brought the bowl of soup closer and deliberately teased his fox, "You can wait if you want. Wait in the bed and warm it up at the same time."

Lu Chengjing licked the rim of the bowl, raised his eyelids to look at her, and hummed muffledly, his breath causing ripples in the soup bowl.

"So good." Shang Wan leaned over and kissed the person on the face. After the person finished drinking the ginger soup, he tucked the person back into the bed.

Shang Wan wanted to take the soup bowl out, but her skirt was pulled.

Lu Chengjing's black hair was scattered behind his head, his chin buried in the quilt, and he looked listless. His left hand stretched out from the quilt and grasped a corner of the skirt tightly.

Shang Wan raised his eyebrows, feeling that this move was somewhat familiar.

She said, "Let go first, I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Lu Chengjing's eyelids drooped, and he responded with his mouth, but his hands did not loosen.

Shang Wan: “…”

Forget it, it’s my own fox, I’ll just pamper it.

"Move inside, I'll lie down with you for a while."

Shang Wan took off his coat and lay down in the place Lu Chengjing had given up. Just as he was lying down, a large pork rib spirit came over on its own initiative.

Shang Wan was quite surprised. He hugged the man and patted him on the back. "Go to sleep. We'll get up and eat later."

There was a muffled response in my ears, and after a moment, the breathing became even.

Shang Wan was not sleepy at first, but now lying in the warm bed, listening to the sound of the rain, he gradually felt sleepy and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the rain had stopped.

Lu Chengjing was still sleeping. Shang Wan reached out and touched his forehead. It was slightly sweaty, and the temperature had completely returned to normal.

The aroma of food wafted in through the door, and Shang Wan's stomach growled.

As if awakened by the noise, Lu Chengjing opened his eyes. When he saw Shang Wan, he was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Shang Wan was here.

Shang Wan blinked, "You held me back and wouldn't let me leave. You asked me to sleep with you. You were even more clingy than Yuanyuan. Don't you remember?"

Lu Chengjing's lips slightly opened, his pupils trembling, he he he... clingy? !