Tian's little cook

Chapter 85 Fever
It was just after noon when I got home, Lin Zhimo's hand was injured and he couldn't cook, and Lin Jiao was determined not to let her do it.

Lin Zhimo had no choice: "Let's have porridge then." Lin Jiao has never cooked, and he doesn't know anything complicated.

Fortunately, Lin Jiao usually learned a little from watching Lin Zhimo cook.Under her guidance, she did well.

Lin Zhimo made some pickles by himself a few days ago, which is just right for porridge.

After eating, Lin Zhimo felt exhausted. He was busy cooking at noon a few days ago and was nervous, so he didn't feel sleepy.Now when I relax, my eyelids keep closing.

"Lin Jiao, I'm going to sleep for a while, I'm too sleepy." Lin Zhimo yawned and went into the back room to sleep.

Lin Jiao didn't sleep, he went to fill the water tank first, then went to collect firewood and chop firewood, he kept busy all the time.

Lin Zhen'er didn't expect Lin Jiao to come back so early today, and Lin Zhimo hadn't seen anyone since.

She did some mental work, and came to the side of Lin Zhimo's yard coyly.

Lin Jiao was making bait, and when she saw her coming, she didn't lift her eyes.

"Lin Jiao." Lin Zhen'er felt her blushing when she called out this name, "Where's Lin Zhimo?"

Lin Jiao kept moving her hands, and it took a while before she replied, "She's resting."

"Oh." Although his attitude was very indifferent, Lin Zhen'er was not angry, and asked another topic: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Lin Jiao didn't want to continue the conversation with her, so she simply packed up the things on the ground and prepared to enter the house.

Lin Zhen'er bit her lip, feeling that he was too ignorant.His status is much better than his, he is just a slave.

At this time, someone came from the side, went to the yard and called Lin Jiao: "Lin Jiao, where is Zhimo?"

It was Yuan Shi who came.

Yesterday Lin Zhimo talked about the mushroom collection in the restaurant. She went to pick a lot early in the morning. When she wanted to go to the city, it suddenly rained heavily, so she had to wait for the rain to stop at home before going.

In the end, when she went to Jukefang, Chen Zhu told her that Lin Zhimo's hand was injured, so she went back first.

Because of her relationship with Lin Guo, Yuan Shi has been afraid to come to the Lin family.But now that he heard that Lin Zhimo was injured, he couldn't care less, and came as soon as he entered the village.

"Rest in the back room." Seeing Yuan Shi, Lin Jiao's expression improved a lot, "Come in."

"Okay." When Yuan Shi walked past Lin Zhen'er, she smiled flatteringly at her. She knew that this was Lin Guo's daughter.

Only Lin Zhen'er didn't appreciate it, she glanced away.Her mother said, that's why Yuan Shikefu became a widow, don't touch this kind of person.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Shi came to find Lin Zhimo. Sure enough, these broom stars like to gather together, and Lin Jiao's face to Yuan Shi is much better than to herself. Lin Zhen'er stomped her feet and went back to the room to tell Chen Shi.

Yuan Shi went into the room and put down the basket, and asked, "Is Zhimo's hand okay?"

"Hands are swollen, and the doctor said he will rest for a few days." When it came to his hands, Lin Jiao was in a bad mood, and he blamed him for not protecting Lin Zhimo well.

"It's good that you didn't hurt your muscles and bones. How long has she been asleep?" Yuan Shi thought that Lin Zhimo couldn't cook because of his hand injury, so she cooked for them before leaving.

"It's been more than two hours."

"Sleeping for so long?" Yuan frowned, remembering that Chen Zhu said that they were still drenched in heavy rain today, "I'll go in and see her."

Yuan Shi walked into the back room and saw Lin Zhimo still lying on the bed. After listening carefully, her breathing was a bit rough.

"Zhimo, wake up, get up, rest and have dinner."

Lin Zhimo didn't move, Yuan Shi reached out to shake her, unexpectedly the skin of the tentacles was hot.

Yuan Shi was startled, and immediately touched her forehead with her hand.

His forehead was hot, which was clearly a symptom of a high fever.

(End of this chapter)