"Qiqi, is it still painful?" Yang Guo held Qiqi in his arms. His daughter, who used to have a strong milk flavor, now had another smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which made Yang Guo feel sorry. He felt the temperature of his daughter's forehead with his hand. It was ok, quite normal.

Qiqi didn't answer. She grabbed her father's skirt with her small hand and gently shook her head. Yang Guo was happy in his heart, and it seemed that it was indeed getting better. He came out in a hurry without a quilt. He was afraid that the wind would blow his daughter, so he untied his coat, held her in the middle, and warmed her with his own temperature.

"Is Qiqi hungry?" Yang Guo asked softly.

"Hungry." Qiqi looked up at her father with a little longing in her eyes and said, "Qiqi wants to drink grandma."

Yang Guo's big hand stroked her cerebellar spoon and said, "not yet. Your grandmother will have stomach pain after drinking. When you return to the hotel later, dad will cook some porridge for you, OK?"

Qiqi didn't speak, just nodded.

Yang Guo picked up her daughter and asked Doctor Tang to check again. Doctor Tang took Qiqi's pulse carefully, nodded and said with a smile, "don't worry, it's all right, but it's still a little weak. Just go back and take medicine and something to recuperate."

Just about to go back, Zheng Yujie and her glasses sister's assistant, who just didn't know where to go, came in from the gate, each holding a plastic soup box. She smiled and said to Dr. Tang, "Uncle Tang, lend your backyard to feed the child."

Doctor Tang raised his eyelids and waved to let them pass.

"I bought porridge for you and Qiqi." Zheng Yujie whispered to Yang Guo.

"Thank you." Yang Guo said, "I don't care. I'm not hungry after eating less. Is Qiqi's porridge rotten?"

Zheng Yujie said with a smile, "don't worry. The reason why I went out for so long was to wait for the waiter of the porridge stack to help boil the porridge, and I added some shredded meat and vegetables in strict accordance with the doctor's instructions."

Yang Guo holds Qiqi and looks at the box of porridge that Zheng Yujie opened for Qiqi.

"The rice grain has collapsed." Zheng Yujie checked, "do you think this shredded pork is qualified?"

Yang Guo thought for a while, but she was still a little worried and said, "her stomach was just right. She was afraid that the shredded meat could not be digested. Anyway, the nutrition had been cooked into the porridge. Please pick out the shredded meat and vegetables."

Zheng Yujie nodded, took a pair of chopsticks and squatted beside them, carefully picking them up. Glasses sister's assistant wanted to help, but Zheng Yujie sent him out: "you and AFA went to dinner and ran with us all morning. Go quickly."

Maybe she was hungry. Without persuasion, Qiqi obediently ate the porridge fed by her father. In fact, the porridge was quite delicious. The hungry Yang Guo smelled it and her stomach roared badly.

"Haha!" Zheng Yujie casually hugged her stomach and laughed. She sat on the stone chair next to her, leaning forward and backward, "do you want me to feed you?"

Yang Guo ignored her and just replied, "no, you'll do me a disservice if you come again."

When Qiqi was full, she asked her father to wipe her mouth and rinse her mouth with warm boiled water. Then she lay quietly in her father's arms and squinted and rested. She tossed about all morning. She was also mentally exhausted.

Yang Guo starved to death. He picked up the large box of porridge bought by Zheng Yujie and was about to drink it. Suddenly, he stopped. He looked at Zheng Yujie and asked, "did you not eat it?"

"It's all right. I'll eat it later when I go back to the hotel." Zheng Yujie shook her hand and said.

Yang Guo directly scraped half of the big box of porridge into Qiqi's small box of porridge, then pushed the rest in front of Zheng Yujie, put the clean spoon that hadn't been eaten in, and said seriously, "what are you waiting for, you can eat some quickly."

With that, he grabbed Qiqi's small porridge box and wolfed it down. Zheng Yujie, on the other hand, curled her lips and said, "what's fierce?" But he sat down obediently, picked up the spoon in one hand, and drank the porridge gracefully.

"Sorry." Because Yang Guo was holding his daughter, he had to put down the dishes and chopsticks and let Zheng Yujie, the official n generation, help him clean up, he suddenly said.

"Sorry what?" Zheng Yujie stopped. Danfeng's eyes were wide open and looked at Yang Guo strangely.

"I had a lot of things that made you run with me. You were still going to play, but it all came to naught." Yang Guo said in a low voice with an apologetic face. By this time, Qiqi was tired and fell asleep. He didn't dare to speak too loudly.

"What's this?" Zheng Yujie laughed, "I'm also playing with you. If you don't go, I'm too lazy to run so many places, and I haven't been to these places."

"Look back, you come to Guangdong Province, and I'll take you to some interesting places in Guangdong Province!" Yang Guo said with a smile, "when you came, you stayed at my house, or you were in a hurry. I didn't do my duty as a landlord."

"Good!" Zheng Yujie looked at him with some hot eyes. She smiled and said, "as long as I'm with you, it's the same wherever I go."

Yang Guo felt that Zheng Yujie's words had something to say, which sounded strange and ambiguous. However, at this time, he couldn't help thinking. His daughter's pain had been flashing in his eyes. If he didn't let her recover, his spirit could not be assigned to other things.

Back to the hotel, it was already afternoon. Because I'm going to lobby Yang tomorrow afternoon? Martel, Yang Guo and Zheng Yujie practiced with computers in the living room of Yang Guo's room. Qiqi sleeps in the room. Yang Guo's ears are pricked. He can hear anything.

"Can you make this plan?" Zheng Yujie took Yang Guo's key points and words listed on the computer and asked suspiciously, "he is a foreigner, can he understand your translation?"

"He can't understand it, but isn't he on a speaking tour?" Yang Guo said with a smile, "it's easy to find someone who understands Chinese to help him read it. I believe this program can succeed!"

"Do you think we can't convince him?" Zheng Yujie asked suspiciously.

"No, it doesn't mean that. Our persuasion work will have a great effect." Yang Guo said, "but his previous cooperation with domestic publishers was not so happy. Even if we have a bright tongue, he will also have concerns. Then, we will show him some dry goods and prove our strength with facts. This is our finishing touch!"

"OK, then follow your plan." Zheng Yujie gently tapped on the laptop with her fingers and said, "it's still early for dinner now. Why don't you treat me as Jan Martel and see if you can convince me?"

"No problem!" Yang Guo smiled, stood up, and put his hands on the collar to tidy up the "tie" out of thin air, bursting with strong self-confidence.

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