Cen Yue stewed it again.
After adding tomatoes, it is no longer bitter and is barely edible.
After dinner, Cen Yue took out some scraps of cloth and rubber bands and started fiddling with something.
Song Yiyi came out of the shower.
Cen Yue took the initiative to go into the bathroom and picked up the newly bought hair dryer to help her blow dry her hair.
When the weather gets cold, Song Yiyi's hair is too long and thick, and it is always difficult to style.
Cen Yue simply asked someone to buy a hair dryer.
He patiently helped Song Yiyi blow dry her hair, then took out a comb to comb it straight, and then handed the hairdressing tools to her.
"Scrunchie?!"
The hairband made of scraps of cloth is simple and elegant, and looks much better than a bare rubber band.
It turns out that Cen Yue was just tinkering with this.
Song Yiyi was truly surprised by Cen Yue this time. "How come you know everything? Don't tell me you just did some random research and came up with this?"
There is no such style sold on the street.
Cen Yue's eyes slowly curled up, "Want to see?"
Song Yiyi nodded without hesitation. "Look, can you make me some other styles later so I can wear them alternately?"
Even when I go to work at the Women's Federation, I don't have to have my hair disheveled all day.
Although no one said anything.
Song Yiyi still felt that one should act like one is at work.
What's more, this pretty hairband was made by Cen Yue herself, so she naturally had to take it out to show off.
The smile on Cen Yue's lips grew wider. He had been waiting for these words, so there was no reason for him to refuse.
Go to work the next day.
Cen Yue still insisted on sending Song Yiyi across the river, just like an old father sending a child who had just started kindergarten.
Got downstairs.
Cen Yue handed the jar in his hand to Song Yiyi, "Take it and eat together with your friends."
Song Yiyi's dark eyes were like dots of lacquer, and she smiled sweetly as she said, "Tai."
Yesterday she told Cen Yue about what Pang Xiaojuan had done with her raisins.
Cen Yue prepared sweet potato dumplings for her.
For a week straight.
Cen Yue felt nauseous from time to time.
Especially when cooking.
Song Yiyi simply stopped him from doing it. The night before going to the hospital, her worries reached their peak.
I was woken up by nightmares.
But she couldn't show it.
That would make Cen Yue, the boss, even more scared.
As the summer approaches, there are fewer people in the military hospital.
The doctor Cen Yue found was an acquaintance who knew his medical history and first performed palpation and percussion.
He was then asked to have his blood drawn for examination.
Finally, gastric fluid analysis was performed.
After some investigation, the conclusion was drawn: "His stomach is much bigger than before. As long as he doesn't eat anything too spicy, he's just like a normal person."
Cen Yue tilted his head to look at his lover Song Yiyi.
That look was asking her, can you rest assured now?
Song Yiyi frowned. "Doctor, he's been nauseated by the smell of cooking fumes or fishy smells for a week. If it's not related to his stomach, is there something else he's sick with?"
The doctor replied: "This could be a case of hypersensitivity, a digestive system disorder, or even a neurological disorder."
The doctor thought for a moment, glanced at Cen Yue, and then said, "It could also be a psychological factor."
Since there is no problem with the consumption system.
Then we have to consider neurological or psychological problems.
Song Yiyi's mood suddenly became heavy.
Cen Yue took her hand and held it, "Don't listen to him, let's go."
Doctor: "..."
Even among acquaintances, you can't be so disrespectful to doctors, right?!
"Don't go."
The doctor stood up from the stool, took off his white coat, and ran after the two people who had left.
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