"How long does he have to live?" asked my mother, "I didn't even tell your father about this, and someone who didn't know much about it was brought home and lived."

"I can't live for a long time, and he found a house and moved out," Cheng Boyan took out two eggs from the refrigerator, "Don't worry, I have a clear idea."

"Okay, let's not talk about it," my mother smiled. "What do you eat in the morning? Or just go out to eat. I'm afraid that your friend won't be used to what you cook."

"I've eaten it all at noon yesterday, so I can accept it," said Cheng Boyan. "I'll cook noodles. There should be no problem with cooking noodles. Put some sausages that my grandma brought last time."

"The sausages your grandma made are all fat, and the salt can make the beef salty..." My mother said, "Forget it, it's not something you eat every day, let's cook it, I'll hang up first, I'm busy today."

"Do you do a show again?" Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "I've talked about spring health. It's time to discuss how to cool off properly in summer..."

"If you hung up, you will talk too much." My mother hung up the phone.

"Brother," Xiang Xi leaned into his head from outside the kitchen door, "It's so early."

"Good morning," Cheng Boyan looked back, "Are you feeling comfortable sleeping? That bed."

"Comfortable," Xiang Xi nodded and laughed a few times, "Everyone has become fat when they sleep..."

"Wash, I'll make a sausage noodles," Cheng Boyan grabbed a handful of noodles and threw them into the pot. "There are still vegetables in the refrigerator. If you don't go out to eat at noon, just make it yourself."

"I'll go out, I can eat outside at noon," Xiang Xi scratched his head, "I'll go find a house today, and I still have a job... I'll throw the noodles in when the water is not boiling?"

"I can't wait, it will be opened later anyway," Cheng Boyan took the chopsticks and stirred it in the pot. "Go out and take No. 51 and go to Normal University to ask. There are many students renting houses there, and the rent is cheap."

"Okay." Xiang Xi entered the bathroom.

Today, tomorrow at the latest, you must find a place to live. Xiang Xi looked at himself in the mirror. Cheng Boyan did not dislike him, but Director Xu was obviously a little worried about his living here. He didn't like this feeling and was wary of being worried.

Although he is probably a person who is unreliable, the imprints that Zhao Jiayao and Uncle Ping gave him are engraved on his body.

I don't know when it will disappear.

After washing up, Cheng Boyan's noodles had not been cooked yet, so he didn't need his help, so he went back to the house and took out the roll of money from his small pocket of his backpack.

He opened it and counted it, and he tickled softly, it was so terrible.

Fengbo Village should pay the salary these two days. Although he didn't work for a long time, he suddenly ran away. He still planned to go there again. The money for a few days is also money.

"Xiang Xi, come out to eat noodles." Cheng Boyan shouted in the living room.

"Hey, here we come--" Xiang Xi quickly jumped up from the edge of the bed and ran out, wanting to go over to help with a bowl, or something, but as soon as he jumped up, he felt very dizzy and stood unsteadily and directly hit the door with his head.

Xiang Xi was taken to the sofa by Cheng Boyan and sat down. The collision happened to hit the bones of the eyebrows, and it started to swollen after a while.

"Please apply this," Cheng Boyan took a small ice pack and put it on his eyebrows, "Press it yourself."

"Hey hey, this is too cold, I can't stand it," Xiang Xi said, wanting to frown but failed. It hurts when he frowns, "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anyway, it's swollen."

"It will hurt if it swollen. It can't be covered with your small band-aid," Cheng Boyan looked at him, "You are so stinky, Moxi has lost it, and you can bear it if you swollen half of your forehead?"

Xiang Xi thought about it, tskated, and held the ice pack reluctantly: "I'm the main thing, I want to eat noodles first, otherwise it will be so unpalatable to the noodle lump in a while."

"It's okay," Cheng Boyan looked at the two bowls of noodles on the table, "It's going to be cumbersome after cooking."

"Oh," Xiang Xi leaned over and took a look, "Brother, your skills are really superb..."

"Eat slowly," Cheng Boyan handed him the chopsticks, "If you think the lump is too bad, just... add some water and add some soy sauce."

"...I'll just eat it." Xiang Xi took the chopsticks.

When I was picking up the chopsticks, I met Cheng Boyan's hand. Cheng Boyan was stunned and suddenly grabbed his hand.

Cheng Boyan's hand was a little cold and his fingers were very strong. Xiang Xi was frightened by his sudden grabbing. He thrust twice without pulling his hand out. He glared at Cheng Boyan: "Brother...Doctor Cheng...What are you doing?"

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything, pinched his palm, touched his forehead again, then let go of his hand, turned around and opened the drawer of the cabinet next to him, and took out a small box.

"I'm having a fever," Cheng Boyan found a thermometer from the small box and handed it to him, "Calculate the temperature."

"Oh! I was startled, I thought..." Xiang Xi took the thermometer, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the chair, "I'll take the noodles again after eating them. Look at this noodles, I'll be so virtuous. After taking the temperature, I guess I can't even eat something like me."

"Take it first." Cheng Boyan said it very simply. He sat opposite him and bowed his head to eat noodles. After eating two bites, he said again: "No one can eat this noodles now."

"I'm not that particular." Xiang Xi put the thermometer in his left armpit and then pressed the ice bag on his head with his left hand, freed up his right hand, and started eating noodles: "Brother, your family is so advanced, why do you still use such an original thermometer? Don't the hospitals use that kind of gun-like thermometer now? You can tell the temperature by firing a shot at the forehead."

"Mercury is accurate." Cheng Boyan took a few bites of noodles and put on chopsticks.

Xiang Xi looked at Cheng Boyan and probably it was too unpalatable for him to continue eating. This skill is really speechless.

However, for Xiang Xi, he could finish this noodles, and he had eaten it casually since he was a child. If Uncle Ping was in a bad mood, it would be normal for him to not eat for several consecutive days. If he had to eat it, he could basically ignore the specific taste of the food, just like he had no taste buds.

In addition to the taste of this noodles, it is also normal to have a salty and light taste. There are also a lot of sausages in it, which is quite good.

After eating the noodles, Xiang Xi put down his chopsticks, raised his hand and wiped his mouth: "It's pretty good, but the soup noodles are cooked into noodles, which is not easy."

"Let me see the temperature." Cheng Boyan reached out and Xiang Xi took out the thermometer and handed it to him. He glanced at it and raised his eyebrows: "You are pretty good. You're burning to 38 degrees and still have such an appetite."

"Is 38 degrees very high? How much is it normal?" Xiang Xi touched his forehead, unable to figure out what he felt.

"36 degrees 5," Cheng Boyan replied, "You don't even know what your normal body temperature is?"
Chapter completed!