"add."

"You also need to add ham sausage."

“Where is the one with ham sausage in rib soup?”

“I want to add.”

“Add, add.”

As he spoke, Ye Jiaqi was really hungry, his stomach was ginger, and he missed the hot pork rib soup.

On a cold and stormy day, if you have a bowl of fresh, sweet and delicious pork rib soup, you will be more satisfied.

Perhaps because of the bad weather, the signal was not very good. Sometimes she talked to Qiao Sinian intermittently, but Qiao Sinian was still very patient and spoke with her.

Neither of them turned on the lights, and leaned against the pillow as if they could sense each other's temperature.

"If you are sleepy, go to bed, I will hang up the phone." Qiao Sinian said.

"Not sleepy." Ye Jiaqi shook his head, not intending to hang up the phone.

Qiao Sinian told her some things about business trips during this period, what fun places and what beautiful scenery they saw.

His voice is mellow and low, and he has a unique magnetic nature.

Ye Jiaqi was a little addicted. As he listened, his sleepiness naturally came. He had a cell phone in his ear, but slowly the cell phone slid to the pillow...

Qiao Sinian knew that she was asleep, so she breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone quietly.

Little girl, little fool.

No matter how many years she will be, she will be the little girl in his heart.

He put down his phone and did not turn it off.

In fact, I felt a little uneasy. Qingshan Village had a bad terrain and it rained heavily for several days and nights. If this continues, it will inevitably cause floods.

Thinking of this, Qiao Sinian became more and more unable to sleep, so he called his friends from the police and firefighters and asked them to check the situation in Qingshan Village.

It is indeed unkind to disturb people’s dreams in the middle of the night, but compared to his wife’s safety... he should continue to disturb him!

At this time, he thought of Song Shaoyan. Song Shaoyan had more connections in this area and was familiar with him. In the past, if he had encountered such a thing, it would be great to call Song Shaoyan by phone. Unfortunately, Song Shaoyan had been away for several years.

After calling in the middle of the night, he remembered his old friend again. Qiao Sinian could no longer fall asleep, so he simply got up.

He went to the study to smoke a few cigarettes and checked the time. It was almost five o'clock.

White smoke enveloped his face. Under the dim light, he half-squinted his eyes and sucked the clouds and spit out the mist, with a solemn dark smear in his eyes.

...

The next day Saturday.

The rain is still the same. The sky is still dark in the morning, it is gloomy and dark, and it is covered with dark clouds.

The dense rain fell from the sky and hit the eaves, making a "crackling" sound, the strong wind rolled up the paper and the leaves flew around.

Ye Jiaqi woke up at seven or eight o'clock and looked out the window.

It would be fine if I didn't look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it.

The yard is filled with water, so there is no time to drain it out, so the threshold is almost high.

She hurriedly piled valuables and clothes up high places, but the table and chairs had no choice but to do so. If the rain really flooded, she could only hope to retreat as soon as possible.

It’s raining heavily when summer has passed, and the weather is really bad this year.

There was still rice at home, so she cooked something casually.

Principal Wang sent her a text message saying that he would not attend classes these days, so he would talk about it if it couldn't rain.

Ye Jiaqi looked at the rice sorrow in the rice jar. He had to cook porridge these days.

She felt a little distressed when the flowers, plants and vegetables in the yard were gone.

After eating hot porridge and warming her body, she wrapped her clothes and sat at the table to prepare lessons.
Chapter completed!