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The three middle-aged men in their thirties and forties fell silent at the same time, their expressions somewhat strange.

Peng Zhangpin finally broke the silence in the office with a look of confusion:

"Perhaps it is so."

Mu Hongying: “…”

This is really true.

This is the first time I wish all the locks in the factory could be pried open.

Lu Jiaying said, "How about this? Let's get the technicians from both factories to study our factory's improved blueprints together. Since they both produce machinery, there must be some common points or areas that can inspire others."

"Mr. Codename didn't succeed this time, but who knows, there might be a next time. With her impressive skills, how could even a lock stump her?"

These words made Mu Hongying feel a little more comforted, and then the three of them carefully discussed the public disclosure of the drawings and the response plan after the drawings were made public. This was a serious matter, and it had not been completely finalized. Lu Jiaying and Peng Zhangpin stayed in the food factory until lunch.

I even had lunch at the food factory.

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Jiang Yan was awakened by the aroma of food.

Si Ci Zhan was still beside her bed, sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. Jiang Yan turned around and saw him.

Perhaps it was too boring waiting for her to wake up, and Si Ci Zhan was reluctant to leave, so he took out a book that Jiang Yan had left here and started reading. It happened to be one of the books that Si Ci Zhan had asked someone to bring from Sijiu City to Jiang Yan.

After Jiang Yan finished reading these books, she did not bring them to school, so as not to take up space on the desk and increase the burden on her schoolbag.

Because his back was facing Jiang Yan and he was so focused on reading, Si Ci Zhan didn't realize that Jiang Yan had woken up and was turning the pages of the book.

Jiang Yan glanced at him and reached out to pat his shoulder, but then she remembered that both Jiang Xiaowen and he liked to touch their heads, so she put her hand on Si Cizhan's head.

Although Si Ci Zhan's hair is not long, it usually looks fluffy and soft. Now that I touched it, it felt just as I expected.

Jiang Yan, who had touched countless different materials before, simply judged the health of his hair by the feel.

It was like a feather gently brushing across the tip of his heart. Si Cizhan's hand paused for a moment before turning the page. The fingers lightly placed on the book curled up slightly, and the characters on the page became a mess in his eyes.

There was a snap.

He closed the book, stood up and put it down as if nothing had happened:

"Awake? Just in time, your brother is here too and cooking in the kitchen."

One of them cooked while the other looked after Jiang Yan.

Because of Si Cizhan's cooking skills, Jiang Xiaowen was worried about letting him cook, for fear that his sister would wake up after getting injured and have to eat dishes that Si Cizhan couldn't cook well.

That will only add insult to injury.

Eating an upset stomach is considered an internal injury.

So Si Cizhan was kicked out of the kitchen, and Jiang Xiaowen cooked in the kitchen, asking him to look after Jiang Yan.

"I'm awake." Jiang Yan reached out to Si Cizhan, "Help me up."

"You're welcome." Si Cizhan held her hand and carefully helped her up from the bed.

The shoes beside the bed were no longer the white shoes Jiang Yan wore last night, but a pair of slippers.

Last night, after going to bed, it was Si Ci Zhan who took off her shoes. Although she was not asleep at the time, she was not fully awake either. Only now did she realize that she had not taken off her socks.

Jiang Yan moved her feet in her socks and pursed her lips and said:

"Why didn't you take off your socks?"

The tone was full of disgust, and after saying that, she began to try to take off her socks with her nimble toes.

In this era, the way to fix a broken left hand is not to fix it on the body, but to hook it to the neck, another part of the body, making it inconvenient for her to bend over and lower her head.

Si Cizhan squatted down in front of her, grabbed her throbbing ankle, and quickly took off her socks while explaining:

"I forgot last night."

In fact, it’s not that I forgot, but it was a choice I made after considering it when I took off her shoes last night.

He didn't think it was a big deal to take off his shoes, but when he thought about taking off her socks as well, Si Ci Zhan didn't know why he hesitated at that time.

It's not disgust, it's just weird.

From childhood to adulthood, he has only taken off his own shoes and socks, but has never taken care of other people like serving them.

What's more, she is a girl, even though she is Jiang Xiaowen's sister.

After taking off her socks, he held her feet in his hands with a cold face, put on her sandals, and immediately let go, as if he was letting go of a hot potato.

Jiang Yan frowned slightly at his movements and asked him, "Do my feet smell strange?"

Si Cizhan was stunned for a moment and said, "No."

Seeing that she didn't quite believe it, Si Cizhan subconsciously wanted to prove it to her. He took the socks in his hand and put them close to his nose. Then he realized that something was wrong and quickly handed it to Jiang Yan, trying to cover up the truth.

"Smell it yourself."

Jiang Yan looked at the hand he extended, and shrank back onto the bed with her right hand supporting herself as if facing a great enemy.

"Don't move." Si Cizhan quickly pressed her shoulder with his other hand, fearing that her left hand would feel uncomfortable due to her large movements.

Jiang Yan glanced at the socks he was holding in his hand:

"Take it away."

Si Cizhan looked at her frowning face and laughed: "They're your own socks, and you're still disgusted with them?"

Jiang Yan turned away and did not answer him.

"I'll wash it, you go wash up first," Si Cizhan didn't say much about it. Jiang Yan changed her clothes, shoes and socks frequently, so there was no need to put this pair of socks into the washing machine.

Si Cizhan took the socks and washed them, then hung them up.

At this time, Jiang Yan had already brushed her teeth with one hand and washed her face, with water droplets still hanging on her face.

Seeing him coming over, I handed him a soap: "I want to wash my feet."

Si Cizhan: “……?”

"Jiang Xiaowen, have you prepared the meal?" Si Cizhan took the soap from her hand, turned around and walked into the kitchen to ask Jiang Xiaowen.

Jiang Xiaowen was busy at work, and he was shocked by the fact that Jiang Yan's hand was broken. He felt so heartbroken when he saw it.

When he arrived, Jiang Yan was still sleeping, so Jiang Xiaowen simply went out and bought a lot of meat and vegetables, intending to make a good meal for Jiang Yan to nourish her.

Bone and soybean soup is stewing in the pot, rice is cooking here, and fish has just been cooked in another pot.

Jiang Xiaowen was washing vegetables at this time. When he heard Si Cizhan's words, he said, "No."

"Yan Yan, are you awake? I just heard some noise in the bathroom."

Si Cizhan held the soap in his hand and went to get a small bucket and poured hot water:

"woke up."

"You keep busy."

It's almost eleven o'clock now. Once Jiang Xiaowen is fully recovered, it will be time for lunch.

Jiang Xiaowen put down the dish in his hand and stirred the soup with a spatula. He looked at Si Cizhan leaving and raised his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?"

Si Ci Zhanren had already left, and a cold, clear voice drifted into the kitchen from outside:

"Your sister wants to wash her feet."

Jiang Xiaowen was silent.

So, Si Ci Zhan went to wash Yanyan's feet?

He rushed to the kitchen door with a spatula and an apron in his hand, and looked outside to find Jiang Yan and Si Ci Zhan.

Jiang Yan was sitting on the wooden sofa in the living room. She had just put her feet in a bucket of hot water when Si Ci Zhan took a small stool and sat in front of Jiang Yan.

His sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, and he looked like he was going to wash Jiang Yan's feet.