In-house help system

The key was inserted into the lock, and with a click, the door was opened.

"Mom, I'm back."

"My son is back," Ji's mother happily stood up from the sofa, "Are you tired? Wash your hands, let's have dinner."

"Mom," Ji Wenliang said helplessly, "Didn't you say you don't have to wait for me? I get off work so late, just leave some food for me."

"Oh, we're not hungry, so what are you afraid of? Come and see what delicious food I made for you."

In front of the white marble dining table, Ji's mother filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Ji Wenliang.

"I made chicken soup according to your method, you should try it quickly, does it taste the same?"

Unlike Ji's father who is still in the "retirement period", Ji's mother is exploring the unknown territory of the known world with her enthusiasm and child-like curiosity in her old age.

However, the road of exploration has never been smooth sailing.

At first, she was pulled upstairs to the position led by Mrs. Wang, which consisted of a boxy table and 136 small cubes. These small cubes made a rattling sound when combined randomly, which once fascinated her deeply. But soon she had to give up. The hard chair made her back ache, and the smoke from the mouth of the opponent gave her a headache.

As a doctor who has been chasing health all her life, she resolutely gave up this unhealthy sport.

Later, when she saw someone practicing calligraphy, she asked her son to buy brushes, ink, copybooks and wool felt pads for her online, but she never opened them after they arrived—because she was I became interested in growing flowers, and I am busy transforming my balcony into a big garden.

In addition, she also learned to play billiards, fish, dance, and practice sword... Until later, she drank a bowl of chicken soup made by her son, and since then the kitchen has been included as one of the venues for her to display her talents.

I have to say that cooking requires talent, and Ji's mother doesn't even have a little bit of it, and she doesn't know anything about it, and she is committed to the innovation of various dishes-this is Ji Wenliang eating her vermicelli stew Potatoes, charred prawns and fried tripe.

But under his mother's earnest gaze, he had no choice but to scoop up half a spoonful of chicken soup with a spoon and put it into his mouth against the wishes of his stomach.

"Son, what do you think?"

Ji Wenliang thought hard about how to praise him, and Ji's father made the most pertinent judgment on the sidelines.

"It's salty, oily, and smells like chicken shit."

"I didn't ask you again!"

If Ji's mother's later life is to discover all kinds of interesting things that she has never tried before, Ji's father's later life is to ridicule her, and she has long been used to it.

However, there was still a hint of doubt on Ji's mother's face, and she tried to take a sip.

From her expression, it can be seen that this thing is really bad, but she refused to admit it, so the dinner became quieter than ever before Ji's father asked.

"Are you comfortable in the hospital?"

Ji Wenliang took a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into Ji's mother's bowl, "It's okay, but I'm very busy. By the way, Dad, Mom, I told you about finding a house last time. The house has been found. It's far from the hospital. Very close, 15 minutes by car."

Since retiring, Ji's father and Ji's mother have moved to the suburbs. In this way, Ji's father finally got rid of the never-ending lights and noise in the city center, and Ji's mother can also spend time in the wide square.

The only fly in the ointment is that it is a bit far away from the hospital, which is inconvenient for Ji Wenliang.

So after careful consideration, Ji Wenliang decided to move to a place close to the hospital, so that if there is an emergency in the hospital, he can also arrive in time.

Ji's mother answered, "You found it so soon?"

"Ah."

"How's the environment?"

"Very good, all the furniture is complete."

"When are you going to move?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow off work."

"so fast."

I haven't learned this chicken soup yet.

Ji Wenliang saw Ji's mother's expression of reluctance, and said: "Mom, it's not like I won't be back, I will come back specially to eat your cooking on weekends."

"That's fine." At this time, Ji's mother had finished eating, and she stood up, "I'll pack your things for you."

Ji Wenliang grabbed her, "No need, Mom, I don't have anything, I just clean it up myself."

Early the next morning, Ji Wenliang took his luggage to the designated address.

The house is on the 20th floor, with two bedrooms and one living room. Living alone is a waste, but he will soon thank himself for the waste.

The house looked clean, but there was still some dust in the corners. Ji Wenliang cleaned it carefully, and went to the nearby supermarket to buy some daily necessities.

When I opened the door of the unit building, I happened to see the door of the elevator closing slowly.

"Please wait!"

Ji Wenliang ran over quickly, and when he reached the elevator door, the door was already closed.

Just as his hand touched the door-opening button, the two doors slowly opened again, as if the curtain of a theater had been drawn, and there was a person standing behind it.

It was Feng Ming.

From Feng Ming's expression, one could guess that he was also surprised by this encounter.

In the silence, the gap between the two doors gradually narrowed. Fortunately, Ji Wenliang woke up from the surprise and pressed the door open button in time.

He walked into the elevator, looked down at the control panel, the 19th floor button was on, he raised his hand, hung his fingers in mid-air for a while, and pressed the 20th floor.

The elevator goes up slowly.

"Teacher Feng also lives here?"

Feng Ming hummed, "You just moved here?"

Ji Wenliang nodded.

Then there was silence.

Feng Ming doesn't like to talk, and Ji Wenliang doesn't know what to say.

After all, Feng Ming only remembered his name, and this was the result of half a month of hard work.

If nothing else, he will follow the track in the book.

But now, when the accident came, Ji Wenliang had an intuition that he should catch it, but the constantly beating numbers on the display made his mind in a mess, and he couldn't think of anything.

The elevator stopped.

Feng Li nodded slightly at him, and walked out.

"Teacher Feng," Ji Wenliang called him hastily.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Ji Wenliang is serious and responsible in his work, but also modest and eager to learn. Everyone in the hospital sees him and has a good impression of him, and Feng Ming is no exception.

So when Ji Wen asked him to help, he agreed without much thought.

"This is it."

Feng Ming looked at the solid wood bookcase in front of him.

About this bookcase, Ji Wenliang gave a lot of explanations, and he understood the general meaning—this bookcase is wide and big, and takes up a lot of space. Move it to a spare bedroom, and move the sofa back so that it can stand next to it. In this way, the living room will be much more spacious than before.

The two of them worked together and finished the work quickly. Ji Wenliang brought him a glass of iced lemonade and asked him to sit down and rest for a while.

Feng Ming didn't sit down, but he was indeed thirsty. He took the water, drank it and left.

But when he got home, he found that the glass of iced lemonade had awakened his sleeping stomach.

When he was working, Feng Ming's three meals a day were taken care of in the hospital. If he was resting normally, he would go to the restaurant downstairs or order takeaway.

Over time, eating takeaway has become a habit.

He took out his mobile phone and ordered a meal at random. Four or ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Your takeout."

"Thank you."

Feng Ming took it and closed the door.

"Teacher Feng!"

A familiar voice squeezed in through the crack of the door, and the smell of food came with it.

Ji Wenliang stepped out of the elevator and passed the delivery man.

"Teacher Feng, have you eaten yet? I cooked and brought it to you."

Feng Ming raised the packing bag in his hand.

"I ordered takeaway."

Ji Wenliang persevered.

"Takeaways are heavy on oil and salt. It's okay to change the taste once in a while. You can try this. I made it myself. I've done everything else. I can't finish it by myself."

His tone was sincere and sincere, Feng Ming couldn't say a word of rejection, "Thank you."

He took the plate from Ji Wenliang's hand.

"It's me who should say thank you. If it wasn't for Teacher Feng, I don't know how long I'll clean up by myself. I..." Ji Wenliang told himself not to say too much.

"I won't bother you, goodbye."

Feng Ming's lunch was unprecedentedly sumptuous, whether it was rice or vegetables, it was double serving.

At the beginning, he acted extremely fair, eating each dish in turn, but gradually, the chopsticks became biased. In the end, more than half of the takeaway he usually ate was left, and it was all dumped into the trash can.

Ji Wenliang understands the principle of step by step. Since Feng Ming doesn't remember him at all, he can't be too enthusiastic and make people feel disgusted and suspicious.

It can only penetrate into his life little by little through trivial matters.

It turned out that the two only met at work, but now they live upstairs and downstairs, and it is inevitable that they will meet when they go to work or leave work. Every time Ji Wenliang will take the initiative to say hello, no matter how indifferent the other party is, the smile on his face will never decrease.

Although it was not obvious, Ji Wenliang still felt the change in Feng Ming's attitude.

After work that day, the two bumped into each other again, Feng Ming suddenly said to him, "Thank you for the snacks."

Ji Wenliang was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what he was talking about.

A few days ago, when Song Jie was on the night shift, he kept complaining that he was hungry, so Ji Wenliang gave him a piece of snack he brought.

Song Jie finished eating one piece and wanted another piece.

"Brother, didn't you eat a lot at night? Added another piece of snack and you're still not full?"

"You don't understand this. It's two different things to eat well. Forget it. I'll take it myself. I know where it is."

He stood up from the chair, walked towards the locker, opened the door with ease, and dug out the snacks.

"Where did you buy this dim sum? I'll buy some for tomorrow, too. It's so delicious."

"What's delicious? We want to eat too."

Two little nurses just passed by the duty room and heard the commotion in the duty room.

As a result, a few pieces of snacks were divided up like this.

"By the way, Doctor Xiao Ji, you haven't said where you bought it yet."

Ji Wenliang smiled, "I did it myself."

"Oh my God, Doctor Xiao Ji can still make dim sum? It's still so delicious!"

They were surprised at first, and then howled.

"Wouldn't it be impossible to eat after that?"

"If you like, I can make more and bring them here."

"Really, that's great!"

Song Jie interjected: "You just want to eat free food, so you won't let your doctor Xiao Ji teach you?"

The little nurse pouted and shouted: "We don't want to learn! When the time comes..."

Speaking of this, there was a sudden silence.

"Why don't you say it? Let me tell you for you, won't it be enough to find someone like Dr. Xiao Ji to marry?"

"What are you talking about?"

The two little nurses blushed and ran out of the duty room.

When he was free, Ji Wenliang really made a lot of snacks, took them to the hospital, and distributed them to the doctors and nurses in the department. At that time, Feng Ming was not there, so Ji Wenliang put them directly on his desk.

"You're welcome. If Teacher Feng still wants to eat, I can make some more. This is very simple and not troublesome at all. Teacher Feng, you work so hard, you need to eat more nutritious food to replenish your strength."

The first sentence of Feng Ming was only meant to be polite to Ji Wenliang, but the latter sentence poured into his heart like a warm current - it was the feeling of being cared for.

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