Yan Jiang regarded the psychologist as an enemy from the very beginning, so how could he open his heart and accept his psychological counseling?
"But with your text message just now, Mr. Yan Jiang's mood instantly improved. For the next half hour, our progress was quite smooth." After saying so much, the psychiatrist only had one thing to tell Song Fei, "The real antidote is you."
"Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Song Fei thought for a moment, then took out an onion from the refrigerator and cut it into small pieces, intending to fry it with eggs. Yan Jiang loved scrambled eggs with onions, and his grandmother often made it for him when she was still alive.
When Yan Jiang drove back, Song Fei's meal was almost ready.
"A Fei." Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei's waist as soon as he entered the room and said to her, "I went to see a psychologist today and cooperated with him for psychological treatment. The doctor praised my good performance and progress."
If Song Fei believed him, there would be something fishy.
"Wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Yan Jiang's eyes lit up. He washed his hands and reached out to open the lid of the thermos with great interest. "Let me see what delicious food you made..." Yan Jiang stared at the dishes in the pot, dumbfounded.
Braised papaya with pork belly, stir-fried shredded papaya, papaya soup, papaya stewed with crucian carp...
Yan Jiang's eyes changed quietly.
Song Fei came over to serve the dishes and told Yan Jiang: "I bought some papayas. If you can't finish them, don't waste them."
Yan Jiang asked, "Isn't papaya usually used to make sweet stews?"
Song Fei narrowed her eyes and said in a bad tone: "So what do you want to say? That I can't cook? And that I made dark cuisine?"
Yan Jiang immediately shook his head, "No, I want to say that Ah Fei is really amazing. She has researched many new dishes."
Song Fei felt a little better. She patted Yan Jiang's arm and said to him, "This is the first time you've eaten my food."
Just for this sentence, Yan Jiang could eat the whole plate of papaya clean.
Yan Jiang was slightly startled when he found a plate of scrambled eggs with onions under the pot. The onions were a little overcooked, and the dish didn't look appetizing, but Yan Jiang's uneasy heart felt warmed.
"You still remember that I like to eat scrambled eggs with onions." Yan Jiang held Song Fei in his arms and whispered, "No one has made this dish for me since grandma passed away."
Song Fei thought of the psychiatrist's advice. She felt that she should give Yan Jiang some sweet treats, and said, "I will often make it for you and our children in the future."
Yan Jiang's heart was pounding. He suddenly said, "I'm going to see a psychiatrist tomorrow, too."
Song Fei suddenly smiled. "Okay."
It was Song Fei's first time cooking, and the dish was her own creation, but surprisingly, it tasted pretty good. She is indeed a genius, and her talent for cooking is also great. Yan Jiang was full, and he held up his hands, staring at Song Fei who was drinking milk, and suddenly said: "Our Ah Fei is so smart and amazing, our future baby will definitely be amazing too."
Song Fei choked.
Seeing Yan Jiang's lively eyes, she didn't want to discourage him, so she said, "Well, he looks like you, but his IQ is the same as mine."
Yan Jiang was very satisfied.
The next day, Song Fei woke up and found that the iron cage in the gym was gone. Coincidentally, Allen came to his house with some vegetables, so Song Fei asked Allen, "Where is the cage in the gym?"
Allen smiled and said, "Brother Jiang called me early this morning and asked me to ask the movers to take the cage away." It seems that under the influence of Miss Song Fei, Brother Jiang's condition is gradually improving.
Getting rid of the cage that made Yan Jiang have wild thoughts would be a big step forward.
"I see." I felt relieved to receive it.
As they were talking, Yan Jiang came back. He was not alone, but carrying a snow-white dog in his hands.
Yan Jiang placed the dog cage in front of Song Fei and told her, "This is our first child, Ah Fei. Give him a name."
Song Fei looked at Allen, and Allen looked at Song Fei, both with complicated expressions.
It seems that his illness has not improved.
Song Fei asked Yan Jiang: "Do you really want to choose a name?"
Yan Jiang smiled and patted Song Fei's head. He said, "Of course, we will raise him as a child. This way, you won't abandon us father and son in the future. You can leave at any time and cause trouble at any time."
Song Fei looked at the snow-white dog, thought for a moment, and said, "Since it's your dog, let's call it Yan Gou, and his nickname is Gouzi." This name sounded unrestrained and perfunctory.
Yan Jiang's eyelids twitched. "Alright, I'll just call you Yan Gou." He felt like he was scolding himself.
Allen was holding back his laughter and felt very uncomfortable.
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That day, Song Ci accompanied Han Zhan on a business trip to Brunei.
Han Zhan went out to discuss business, and Song Ci stayed alone in the hotel, wearing a long-sleeved dress, sitting on the lazy sofa by the window, staring at the cars and women downstairs. Influenced by religious beliefs, most girls in Brunei wore long sleeves and knee-length skirts, and some even wore headscarves.
Song Ci secretly took a photo and sent it to Song Fei, complaining to her: "I came to a country where it's not convenient to show your waist or long legs. It's so boring."
Song Fei didn't know what she was busy with and ignored her.
Song Ci opened Song Fei's circle of friends and found that Song Fei and Yan Jiang had adopted a dog. The dog was only the size of two adult palms, with snow-white fur and was very well-behaved and cute. Song Ci left a message asking Song Fei: [You have a dog, what is the dog's name?]
Before Song Ci could wait for Song Fei’s reply, she received a call from Shen Yubei.
"Teacher." The day before yesterday, Song Ci went to Liang Bo's recording studio and recorded her original violin piece "Zhan". She sent it to Shen Yubei, hoping that he would give her some pointers. Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "Teacher, have you listened to the piece?"
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