Jin He truly showed An Yi through his actions that his years in the entertainment industry hadn't been for nothing; he demonstrated how he could immediately tell that An Qian was interested in jewelry and even engage in a meaningful conversation with her.
Finally, An Yi coughed twice, and his sister realized that he was a patient and shouldn't be disturbed too much. So she regretfully stopped the conversation: "I just came to see how you are today. You were still unconscious when I last saw you."
"Much better."
Jin He smiled.
"But you don't seem to be in a very good state right now... Did An Yi bully you?"
"No, I'm just a little tired. I feel much better after taking the medicine."
"You are really good-looking."
"Thank you..." Jin He was choked by this sudden sentence, and laughed dryly, "Thank you haha."
An Yi was always worried that Jin He would be bored at home, so he installed a game console at home a couple of days ago. Now he sat on the sofa, expressionless, watching Jin He and his sister play QQ Speed. Jin He had a huge fever patch on his head, and he felt like his head was about to explode.
He wanted Jin He to go back to bed.
"Jin He, are you feeling unwell?"
Jin He didn't even lift her eyelids: "No... I really want to drive a race car, the real-life kind..."
An Yi, who acted on a whim, was speechless: "Do I look like a race car?"
Anxi readily agreed: "That's easy. I have a friend who's a race car driver. I'll have him take you for a spin sometime."
"Sis! You're still spoiling him!"
"Hey, look at you, what did I tell you? You're too nervous, aren't you? Who says racing has to be Fast and Furious? Can't we just drive around in the mountains in a small car? Don't you think so, Jin He?"
Jin He answered happily, "Yes!"
I'm speechless. An Yi sighed, and seeing that Jin He really didn't seem to be feeling unwell, he picked up his tablet and reviewed the script from the past two days' work until the doorbell rang.
Anxi kicked him: "Go open the door."
"..."
It was the weekend, and he came to extend an invitation: "Hey, wanna grab some skewers?"
An Yi: "Huh?"
"I bought fresh pork, beef and mutton, as well as some vegetables and fruits at the market this morning. They're all marinated. Come on, let's go to my house. I'll set up the barbecue grill and we can eat right away."
Before An Yi could even agree, Jin He, with a fever patch on her head, excitedly rushed towards their home on the weekend; "Let's go, let's go!"
They even had a party at home on the weekend, but unexpectedly, Anxi was there too. Anxi had some business dealings with her family, so the two of them met quite often and were quite familiar with each other. When Anxi saw him, she gave him a big bear hug: "Hey, Xiao Momo, where's your husband?"
"He went out to work as a driver."
"Driver?" Jin He asked innocently, "Brother Zhou, did your family go bankrupt? Are you having some kind of trouble?"
"Oh, no." Zhou Mo felt a little embarrassed when he brought it up. "It's just... because we have too many cars in our underground garage, my husband thinks it's a waste to leave them there to collect dust, so he goes out to drive for ride-hailing services whenever he has free time, just to have some fun."
Jin He: "..."
An Yi: "..."
They're just being silly.
"Forget about him, he'll come back on his own when it's time to eat." On the weekend, she walked over to the barbecue grill and called out, "Xiao He, don't you usually eat a lot of meat? I'll grill you some vegetables."
“Brother Zhou…” Jin He carried Pang Pang over, “Um, I can have a few skewers of lean meat and some skinless chicken wings.”
"Great! It's good that you can eat some meat now," Zhou Mo said happily. "I'll grill some spare ribs for you... Oh, and I made you some pumpkin soup in the kitchen. It's good for your stomach. You can go and get some to tide you over."
Okay.
To satisfy his little glass-like sensitive stomach, An Yi took the initiative to become the barbecue chef. Jin He said she was helping him, but in reality, she played a decorative role, including but not limited to following behind An Yi and supporting his arm when he carried the dishes.
He felt that An Yi was really spoiling him rotten.
He used to be very good at this kind of thing!
"Go make some snacks over the weekend. It's too fumes here, don't let it bother you," An Yi said.
So, Jin He moved to another spot to continue getting in the way. His tasks included, but were not limited to: taking off and putting on the apron that his sister wore while kneading dough on weekends, and following behind her to count the chocolate chips she was sprinkling on cookies. She put seven chocolate chips on each cookie and took the extra ones.
After a while, Jin He whispered, "Sister, An Yi seems to be allergic to chocolate."
Anxi paused in scattering chocolate beans, then said nonchalantly, "It's okay, An Yi doesn't eat them."
"I heard you!" An Yi's voice came from afar.
Seeing that Jin He was really doing nothing over the weekend, and was looking for ways to help in various ways, and had even scrubbed the egg beater hanging on the wall three times, I finally couldn't help but give Jin He a small piece of dough: "Here, Xiao He, take it and play with it yourself."
Jin He: "..."
This is a blatant insult!
Jin He took the dough and moved it back to An Yi's barbecue grill. An Yi found him a spot upwind for him to sit. Jin He tugged at the small dough ball in his hand and occasionally stroked the chubby dog's head.
An Yi asked, "Let me check if you still have a fever."
Jin He leaned his head closer, and An Yi carefully felt the temperature on his forehead. Feeling that this wasn't quite accurate, he lowered his head and pressed his own forehead against Jin He's.
"The fever has subsided." An Yi breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't eat any foods that might aggravate the fever later."
"knew."
Over the weekend, I was chatting with Anxi while kneading dough when I overheard her inviting them to go skiing together in a few months. "Doesn't Chairman Fu really like skiing? The slopes there are really long."
“He’s not skiing anymore…” came the weekend voice. “Two years ago, he went skiing and broke his leg. I almost divorced him. He said he would never ski again.”
These words reached Jin He's ears, and she turned to An Yi and asked, "An Yi, can you ski?"
Yes, why?
"But that's a very dangerous sport. Zhou's wife broke her leg in the fall."
"That's normal. Extreme sports always carry some risk."
"I've seen videos online, and they're really exciting. What kind of mentality do you think the first human to ski had when they discovered that you can jump off a mountain while standing on a board and not die?"
An Yi: "..."
He noticed that Jin He had been acting unusually erratically lately, and sometimes even he himself couldn't keep up with Jin He's train of thought.
"I want to too..."
"no!"
"cut."
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