The husband and wife of a wealthy school

Zhao Yan thought for a long time before he remembered that their squad leader was called Lin Fangqing.

Zhao Yan: "Thank you for paying the bill for us just now."

"It's just a small matter." Lin Fangqing glanced over and asked again: "Then do you want English notes?"

He understood what he said, but Zhao Yan didn't quite understand what the intention was. He was used to the bad intentions of his classmates towards him, so he was not used to this seemingly well-intentioned words and deeds.

Zhao Yan didn't speak for a moment.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just thinking about the class. If your grades are too low, it will lower the average grade of our class, and then affect the ranking of our class in the entire clinical medicine department."

Lin Fangqing was tall, and walked beside him with long legs, his back was straight, and he was talking without looking sideways.

Zhao Yan felt that this statement seemed to mean that if he said no, he would be considered as having no sense of collective honor in the class.

Zhao Yan: "Did you make the notes? Thank you."

"Well, I'll go back to the dormitory and bring it to you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Fangqing quickened his pace to catch up with the students in front of him, and the snow on the ground was kicked like smoke and dust by his quickened pace.

……

The next day, the snow was still falling and it was still cold.

There were classes in four quarters in the morning. After class ended at 12 o'clock, Zhao Yan went out with his bag on his back without having lunch. Today was his day to go to Shengshiqingcheng.

On the way, I deliberately turned to the vegetable market to buy a fish. T City is in the northeast, and the neighboring city is a coastal city. Aquatic products such as fish and shrimp are not expensive. A medium-sized fish only costs three yuan. The canned fish he bought last time cost ten yuan, which is much more cost-effective than that. I bought some ingredients for making pickled fish.

In fact, I didn't finish the canned fish last time, and there are still many. The cat is small and eats a small amount.But today it's cold, Zhao Yan thought about giving Bao'er something warm.

Last time he looked specifically at it. Although the kitchen was brand new and hadn't been used, it was full of pots and pans.

He thought that Bao'er would definitely not be able to eat a fish, so he didn't eat lunch, and planned to eat with Bao'er when he was ready, and he could practice his skills by the way.

Uncle Guo would take the trouble to tell him every time, look for opportunities to practice more, practice makes perfect, cooking skills are learned, not learned.

Thinking about it, Zhao Yan couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous.A few days ago, when he searched for information on raising cats on the Internet, he thought very disapprovingly that no one would raise cats as children, but now, he felt that he was a little bit driven away by raising Yancheng's Bao'er as a child.

In the past, the pigs and chickens raised in his family were never like this. They ate leftovers, cold and hard ones, and they still grew fat and healthy.A hen can lay three eggs a day, and a pig can be raised for a year and sold before the Chinese New Year, so that the expenses for the Chinese New Year and the money for corn seed and fertilizer for the next year will be covered.

In the 33 years of his last life, he had never raised a child. Now that there is such a little thing waiting for him to raise, he finds it quite novel, after all, this is Yancheng's Baoer.

When he came out after buying fish, he saw someone selling potted plants at the exit of the vegetable market. The cold wind was howling and the rain was blowing, and the green potted plants looked very eye-catching.

Zhao Yan thought of the half-dead potted plants on the terrace of Yan Cheng’s house. Although he had watered them last time to bring them back to life, the weather was probably buried by snow long ago. He definitely didn’t think Yan Cheng Will remember to move them indoors.

The potted plant was a middle-aged woman in her 50s. Zhao Yan walked over and asked, "Boss, what kind of plant is this?"

He originally wanted to be kinder and call her Auntie, but he failed to call out after several attempts. Subconsciously, he was still the 33-year-old middle-aged man, and he couldn't get used to it in a short time.

The middle-aged woman pointed to the potted plants and introduced them to Zhao Yan: "This is a potted plant, this is an aloe vera, and this is a spider plant. Do you want to buy it, young man? It is easy to grow, and it is not afraid of freezing. Putting it at home can purify the air."

Zhao Yan bought a pot of green radish and a pot of aloe.

The uncle in Shengshi Qingcheng's guard room was holding a cup of tea and an electric heating fan under his feet. After checking Zhao Yan's work card, he let him in.

Zhao Yan was carrying something in his hand, but he couldn't put his hands into his pockets. He was exposed to the cold wind and turned red from the cold.The uncle doorman couldn't help but said: "Young man, your parents really have the heart, what a crime they have to suffer in such a cold day. It's not good to do this at a young age. You have to learn some skills while you are young. There is still a long way to go."

"Thank you uncle, I understand, I wish you good health." After finishing speaking, Zhao Yan turned and walked into the quiet wind and snow in the prosperous city.

On the 24th floor of Building E, the elevator door opened, and Zhao Yan walked out. The carpet in the corridor was clean and dry, without any trace of being trampled on.Zhao Yan only remembered at this moment that he saw Yan Cheng driving Bao'er out yesterday morning. He didn't know if he had come back. If Yan Cheng didn't bring Bao'er back, then... this fish...

While thinking, he took out the key and opened the door. Before the door was opened, he heard the sound of paws beating the door from inside.Zhao Yan raised the corners of his lips, it seemed that his worry was unnecessary, Bao'er was here.

My hands were a little numb from the cold, I held the key in my hand, and opened the door after a few times.

Like last time, Bao'er stared at him unblinkingly with her big round eyes open, then turned her head away in disappointment.Zhao Yan wanted to stroke his fur, but he was holding something in his hand. When he put the thing on the ground, the cat had already left, and he didn't know where it went.

Closing the door, changing shoes and walking in, Zhao Yan was suddenly hit by the hot air and stood still. It was still ice and snow just now, but how did he pass through the door? It was as if spring had returned to the earth all of a sudden. He was so frozen that he lost his Sensitive hands and feet began to feel.

Looking around the living room, Zhao Yan found that the air conditioner was on, and it showed a bright 30 degrees.

Did Yan Cheng forget to turn off the air conditioner when he left?What a waste of electricity. Zhao Yan found the remote control of the air conditioner on the coffee table and was about to turn it off. When he saw Bao'er nestled in the corner of the sofa, didn't Yan Cheng forget to turn it off, and turned it on specially for Baoer, fearing that it would be cold.

How could Young Master Yan care about such a little electricity bill? It was reasonable to think so, Zhao Yan put the remote control back, and then turned it on.

The temperature in the room was high, and it was a little hot in the cotton clothes. Zhao Yan took off his coat and sat on the sofa to masturbate Baoer.After stroking twice, Bao'er closed her eyes comfortably, Zhao Yan thought that the cat was too docile, so she couldn't help but stroking again.

You can't let the cat starve, the sauerkraut fish will be ready after a while, so let it eat something first.

Zhao Yan went to the locker under the shoe cabinet to find Baoer's cat food and canned fish.

Opening the door of the locker, he was surprised not to see his canned fish, but a piece of printing paper on top of the cat food.

Taking out the printing paper in doubt, Zhao Yan was startled by the title before reading the following content...

The beginning is like this: Auntie, hello, for Bao'er's health, please be sure to read the following content carefully,

……

This seems to be Yan Cheng's handwriting.

Printing paper, densely packed with words on a piece of paper, written precautions for what cats should eat and what should not be eaten.

Zhao Yan took the paper and sat on the sofa in the living room to read it carefully. He had seen similar content when he checked the information on raising cats on the Internet last time, but he didn't take it seriously at that time because the pigs and chickens in their family were really serious. The ones can eat anything.

It seems that Bao'er can't eat pickled fish, so what to do with this fish, Zhao Yan frowned and looked at the fish that he put on the kitchen counter.