The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

"Oh, you're going to die, don't move!" Xu Fang's mother ran over to stop her son from moving, and behind her was Ji Ting who had been crying all night.

Ji Ting grabbed the corner of her clothes and said to Xu Fang: "The doctor said that as long as the three-day observation period is over and there is no risk, you can go home to recuperate. Your hand... the operation was successful, and more than [-]% of the function of the hand can be retained. Husband , fortunately, fortunately."

Xu Fang nodded.

Suddenly, Ji Ting became pleasing to the eye.

"Daughter-in-law, Mom, I scared you."

"As long as you are doing well, you can't do too much strenuous exercise. We can do basic tasks. After two months of rest, we can still do what we should do."

Xu Fang was completely relieved, and fell asleep soundly.

Tan Mianmian mentioned this matter after get off work, and took time to take a look with Ji Yan.

Sent two cans of fruit.

After all, it's just under the nose, and I don't want to leave a comment.

When it was time to rest, the two went to buy a fan.

I bought it and went to the wood factory to pick out the wood.

This is to order a desk. Originally, Tan Mianmian wanted to ask a master to do it, but Ji Yan knew that kind of work himself, and he could do it by borrowing a place, so he might as well do it himself.

When explaining something that I didn't understand, she could explain it slowly anytime and anywhere.

Tan Mianmian asked Xiaofang about the situation of the provincial city university.

Xiaofang said that in the past few years, the situation of playing with teachers for fun has been much less. Basically, you learn from you. Don’t stand in line too much. Just like ordinary students, those who are out of town always like to group together, and those who are local will live better Relatively comfortable.

Probably this is the case, Ji Yan listened carefully.

"It's no different from working in society. It depends on how you live and what taboos you avoid."

"Well, let me see, what major are you interested in?"

civil Engineering?

Because I can make wooden products, build houses, and cook bricks, so I chose this seemingly friendly subject.

"Well, at least this subject doesn't seem too difficult. Some of them even have professional titles, and I feel confused."

Didn't scholars say that interest is the best teacher?

"You know this sentence, student Ji is pretty good and has a future."

The two messed around for a while, and when they saw that it was time to beg for food, they decided to go out to eat together.

The fan was scrubbed and dried for a while, Tan Mianmian changed into new clothes, she nodded her lips with self-made lip balm that was okay to eat, trimmed her already well-shaped eyebrows neatly, and combed out her hair to create a new one Ji, go out to eat with Ji Yan.

Not long after I walked out, I met an acquaintance.

The hospital is nearby, and there are only a few doctors in it. If there are people who are hospitalized at home, don't they just remember the doctor's face.

What's more, it's still Zhang's beautiful and young face with many rumors.

"Ah, Doctor Tan, this is going out."

"Yes, go to dinner with my wife."

"Oh, that's good, let's go out and eat."

Turning around, I became curious, is this the husband cooking, or the daughter-in-law cooking.

It is good to say that this capable woman is not the one buried in the housework pile.

How do you tell the difference? It is impossible for a woman who does housework or a woman who cooks without a sallow look on her face.

And Tan Mianmian is fair, her skin is so good, she doesn't smell of oily smoke at all, and has a very clean medicinal fragrance. Does such a person need to guess whether she does housework or not?

Tan Mianmian didn't know that she just didn't cook, so she was passed down by the women around her as a woman who didn't need to do housework at work.

It's not clear what they're talking about.

But not interested in delving into it.