In a trance, she found herself wearing a blank-faced piece of leather with the words "Old Woman" written on it, and a label of cheap treatment was attached to the leather.

In the end, after all that was said, there was finally room for her to speak.

Lin Wenfang said to the dissuaded people: "I want to get a divorce."

The easy thing was the moment he said this, but the heavy thing was how to go home and face Lu Miao.

After turning off the faucet and hanging up the face cloth, Lin Wenfang smiled at herself in the mirror. Then, he crept into his daughter's room.

There was a bedside lamp in the room.

The dim yellow light softly enveloped the boy and the girl lying beside the bed. Even in his sleep, he held her hand tightly.

There was a water basin beside the bed, and a towel to cool down on the girl's head.

Lin Wenfang approached quietly.

The boy woke up from that obviously uncomfortable position.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The young man's face is exquisite, and the outstanding beauty is reminiscent of butterflies with bright colors, but unfortunately their wings are broken - her eyes swept over his empty left trousers.

"Aunt Fang."

Jiang Haoyue looked at her and called her with a mouth shape.

Lin Wenfang recovered and nodded at him.

Jiang Haoyue pointed outside. So they went outside to talk.

"Lu Miao has a fever."

"I heard that she came back from school in the afternoon," he said.

"Afternoon?" Lin Wenfang frowned.

"Um."

Now that Lu Miao was sleeping, Jiang Haoyue directly asked questions that were usually inconvenient to ask.

"What's your plan with Uncle Lu?"

Lin Wenfang subconsciously wanted to hide from him, after all, he was with Lu Miao, in case he turned his head and said to Lu Miao... However, her eyes met his, and the child's eyes were full of clarity.

——Look, even an outsider saw it. She wanted to hide it, and how long could she hide it.

"Anyway, Miao Miao will follow me."

After thinking about it, this is the only thing she is most determined to do.

Jiang Haoyue did not continue to ask.

"Lu Miao's fever has subsided, but you still take care of it. She was confused before, shouting 'phoenix feet, milk tea, malatang', maybe she wants to eat."

Lin Wenfang should be fine.

"It's hard for you to take care of her. It's very late. Go back to sleep."

After Jiang Haoyue left, she sat beside her daughter's bed for a long time.

Touching her daughter's sickly pale face, Lin Wenfang said to herself: Otherwise, would you be patient for the sake of her daughter?

...

The chicken feet that Lu Miao wanted to eat came from the milk tea shop at the entrance of their alley.

You can't make that unique hot and sour fragrant hemp elsewhere. The pickled chicken feet they sell is made by an old woman at home. There are not enough chicken feet to soak in a small jar. don't know when the next time they are sold out. .

Lu Miao had a fever, but had a good dream all night.

She dreamed that she married a rich man who bought all the chicken feet from the milk tea shop.

Holding the heavy jar, the man was waiting for her on the other side of the road covered with flowers.

She picked up the skirt, waved her hand, and ran towards him happily.

While running, he called out his name firmly - "Jiang Haoyue!"

He knelt down on one knee, ready to hand her the jar of pickled chicken feet.

"Jiang Haoyue..."

Lu Miao murmured to wake up.

"Miaomiao?"

Lin Wenfang yawned and touched her forehead subconsciously.

"You woke up, is there any discomfort in your body?"

"mom……"

Lu Miao propped up her upper body, but her head was still confused: "Where's my pickled chicken feet?"

"Still dreaming?" Lin Wenfang burst out laughing: "Pickled pepper chicken feet? It's too spicy, you can't eat it when you're sick."

She sniffed and licked her tasteless lips.

"My nose is plugged," she tilted her head to her mother's arms, and Lu Miao coquettishly coquettishly said to her, "As soon as the pickled pepper and chicken feet are hot, maybe it will work?"

"All nonsense, don't eat."

She sternly took her daughter out of her arms: "Get up to have breakfast, and take medicine after you have finished. You don't have a fever, you have to go to school."

Lu Miao listlessly hugged the pillow: "I see, what about you?"

"I have to go to work." Lin Wenfang stood up and looked at the clock. Fortunately, it was still early, so she didn't have to rush.

After thinking for a while, Lu Miao asked again, "Where's Dad?"

"Your dad..."

Lin Wenfang turned her back to her, not letting her see his expression.

"He was on a business trip."

This reason is normal for Lu Miao, her father drives the boss, and it is common for him to go on business trips.

"How many days will you be back?" she asked naturally.

Lin Wenfang, who was walking out, stopped.

After being stuck for a few seconds, she said, "Longer."

...

Lu Miao, who was sick, wanted to eat chicken feet with pickled peppers all day.

Facing the problems on the blackboard, the question in her mind was: Why can't people eat cold and spicy food when they are sick?

Solution: It is known that "eating ice cream and eating chicken feet with pickled peppers can make Lu Miao feel better all of a sudden"; and because "the most important thing for a sick person is to keep a good mood".

Pickled chicken feet = Lu Miao's good mood

Because, being sick + Lu Miao's good mood = will recover soon

So, sick + pickled chicken feet = recover soon

This proves that Lu Miao who is sick needs to eat chicken feet with pickled peppers; if they eat chicken feet with pickled peppers, they will be cured all of a sudden.