Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss - Chapter 11

He Jiang: “Don’t call me husband, we’re even.”

Today, he made Shang Jing cry twice and was tossed twice, and now he just wants to quickly turn the chapter.

Shang Jing explained behind He Jiang: “I didn’t do it on purpose. I really thought there was a kitten inside. How come there are mice in the villa area, maybe we also have them at home…”

He Jiang said with certainty, “No.” He just looked through the house today, not to mention mice, not a single cockroach.

Wait, He Jiang paused, if a kitchen novice like Shangjing was allowed to cook, and the kitchen waste was not disposed of in time, within three days, cockroaches and mice in the entire community would come.

He Jiang closed his eyes, why is it so difficult to make Shang Puppies pay the price of living together?

Seeing that He Jiang didn’t speak, Shang Jing flattered, “What do you want to eat tomorrow, Mr. Landlord? I will follow the tutorial this time and do not skip a step.”

“No.” He Jiang turned around and raised his hand against Shang Jing’s forehead, “From now on, you should stay away from the kitchen and are not allowed to enter.”

Shang Jing: “Why?”

He Jiang cautiously did not explain the real reason: “No reason, don’t you hate cooking?”

Shang Jing: “I don’t like it.”

He Jiang: “That’s it.”

That night, Shang Jing leaned on the pillow, frowned and searched for “how to coax my husband when he is angry”. It was not that he reverted to his old-fashioned way, but that he sometimes went too far and needed some means of saving his life.

Can coax people, can work ceaselessly, sustainable development.

Shang Jing clicked the answers one by one with curiosity, and withdrew in disappointment.

Damn, why does every answer have “make a table of his favorite dishes”? !

He Jiang is angry when he cooks.

The remaining options are to look miserable and to look good.

Neither is worth taking.

Shang Jing tossed and turned, his fair face was pressed against the pillow, his eyes were both distressed and helpless, suddenly, he got up and re-entered – how to coax his wife when she was angry.

[Wake up early to make breakfast for my wife. 】

Shang Jing: I am angry!

He pouted and looked down.

“Give your wife an expensive necklace.”

“Send a bag to my wife.”

…

This is also not worth reference, he has no money.

Shang Jing searched until he fell asleep, and before going to bed, he still thought vaguely that coaxing people is much more difficult than coaxing people.

The slender and thick eyelashes quietly cast shadows, and the thin eyelids can be broken by blowing a bullet, like the milk skin in a white porcelain plate being rippled by the slanting swallowtail.

The owner has dreamed of Duke Zhou, and the screen of the mobile phone is still stubbornly bright, with a series of browsing records on it.

What to do when the landlord is angry?

How to coax a big star when he is angry?

How to soothe your ex-husband’s emotions?

…

The next day, Shangjing slept until nine o’clock, took the phone to check the time, and found that Dr. Fu sent him a WeChat message at eight o’clock.

Dr. Fu said that his medical record report has been read to the director. At present, it is recommended to frequently contact with the past in life, to contact the outside world more, and to stimulate the nerves of the brain. Temporarily do not blindly use medical means. He will continue to follow, please contact him for any changes.

Finally, Dr. Fu listed some medicines for brain-boosting.

“Thank you Dr. Fu, I remembered it all, sorry for your troubles, I wish you a smooth work.”

After Shang Jing replied, he read Dr. Fu’s words three times and read them carefully, especially after the name of the drug was thoroughly familiar, he carefully deleted the dialogue.

He stretched and opened the closet to pick out today’s clothes. After the weather turned cooler, without He Jiang’s instructions, Sister Lin brought a lot of autumn clothes.

Out of nowhere, Shang Jing took a set of thin autumn suits.

A snow-white shirt, paired with an indigo suit, is tailored and well-crafted.

Two buttons are loosened on the shirt, and the v-neck of the suit is deep, casual and rigorous.

The indigo blue is white, and it is wrapped in a business scene and decorated with cherries and blueberries.

How to coax your husband there, the answer is to dress yourself up, which is easier than cooking.

Well… I’d rather believe it.

Shang Jing dressed up and opened the door, just happened to bump into He Jiang, took the car keys and was about to go out.

He Jiang glanced at him out of the corner of the eye, paused for four or five seconds, and calmly squeezed the car keys.

“where are you going?”

The two asked at the same time, their voices a little wary.

He Jiang: “Go to the hospital last time. How about you?”

At home, I often wear big pants dangling around, but when I see others, I dress up grandly.

How to say that sentence, the scholar is the one who pleases himself. He Jiang was a little sour.

Shang Jing rolled his eyes, if He Jiang went out, wouldn’t he be dressed in vain today? Is it easy to grab a hair?

The effort should not be wasted, and Dr. Fu said that frequent exposure to familiar things should stimulate the brain.

He only knew He Jiang, and if he followed He Jiang, he might meet people and things he knew before.

Shang Jing: “Nowhere, can I go with you?”

He Jiang really wanted to keep this little butterfly under his nose, but it was a little inconvenient for him to pick up patients who were discharged from the hospital today.

His aunt, He Silan, had pre-Alzheimer’s disease. He Jiang lived with her aunt for a year when she was a child, and she had a lot of affection for her.

He Silan fell at home a while ago and suffered a traumatic head injury. It didn’t seem to matter, but the whole family was so nervous that they hurriedly sent He Silan to Huayue to be hospitalized, for fear that external forces would speed up Alzheimer’s disease.

After half a month of observation, He Silan was discharged from the hospital today, and He Jiang planned to pick her up.

Shang Jing: “Then can I go see my aunt?”

He Jiang thought for a while, He Silan liked the younger generation, and said, “Yes, but you keep your mouth shut and don’t talk nonsense like last time.”

He Jiang explained to his father for an hour, and his father could listen. Once the aunt’s cognition was formed, it could not be changed.

Shangjing: “Okay, I’ll do less talk and do more.”

Shang Jing quickly put on his shoes, but was stopped by He Jiang: “Go eat something.”

Shang Jing: “Have breakfast?”

He Jiang was expressionless: “Dumplings.”

Shang Jing didn’t dare to ask whether the dumplings were broken or not, so he honestly made a bowl, even the soup and the belt stuffing, without leaving a bite.

He Jiang took the reserved flowers from the security room of the community, briefly told Shang Jing about her aunt’s situation, and emphasized: “If you don’t want to cause trouble, just give me peace and quiet. Aunt is not easy to fool.”

Shang Jingnao made up the image of a stern and wise old woman and pursed his lips. He was not very afraid. He liked to deal with elders, such as Aunt Huang, who felt that he was always loved by his mother.

He Silan is seventy-nine years old this year, and her body is still relatively strong. She has already packed up and waited for He Jiang to pick her up.

Her symptoms were intermittent, and most of the conditions were the same as before. Sometimes He Jiang couldn’t make a judgment, so she could only deal with it normally.

Shang Jing knew at first glance that He Silan was different from Aunt Huang. His face was kind, but his eyes were too sharp, as if he could see through the awkward hidden marriage relationship between him and He Jiang. If he dared to lie, he might even be beaten by his aunt.

He unconsciously became more and more obedient and restrained, and his attitude changed from the calmness of meeting the landlord’s parents to the anxiety of meeting the parents.

This is Aunt He Jiang! Seeing how He Jiang personally picked him up and discharged from the hospital, his aunt must be very affectionate.

Shang Jing was a little flustered, even more flustered than being told by Father He across the phone line.

You’re all about to get divorced, so why panic!

Shang Jing beat himself in his heart, but it didn’t work. After greeting, he stared at the floor like a little daughter-in-law.

He Jiang: “Aunt, I’ll take you back to the old house first. You have a good rest today. I’ll go back to dinner with my uncle and the others tomorrow.”

He Silan stared at them, and suddenly pointed at Shang Jing calmly: “Is this your daughter-in-law?”

The Shangjing alarm bell made a big call, and he looked at He Jiang subconsciously.

He Jiang was also very calm: “No, a friend.”

He Silan touched her elbow and said, “Aunt, I’m not stupid, I can tell.”

She looked at Shang Jing again: “Tell me.”

Shang Jing and He Silan were both injured on their foreheads, one left and one right. When they faced each other, it was like copying and pasting. He stared at He Silan with a guilty conscience, like a scumbag being carried to the office by the dean of education and asked if he had been with the principal’s son. Puppy love.

Shang Jing had never committed any crime at school, and his pair of aunts were cowardly.

His aunt was so old that he was afraid that he would not be able to say a word well, so he dazed his aunt: “I, I…”

He Jiang pinched Shang Jing’s mouth: “Aunt…”

He Silan looked at Shang Jing, raised her hand and pressed the temple under the wound, as if unworthy of the descendants: “If you think I’m senile dementia, just fool me, anyway, I don’t have a good life for a few days, and I can’t see the third child getting married. I’m not lucky.”

Shang Jing can’t see the old man sighing so sadly. Getting married is not something that can’t be said. If he can make his aunt feel relieved and happy, even if he is divorced, he can pretend to be obligated for a while.

He Jiang couldn’t understand the unease and doubts of those whose brains were broken, and was full of distrust of the people around him, and felt that he might be tricked at any time.

Only he and his aunt share the same ailment.

He Jiang covered Shang Jing’s mouth and didn’t relax, but Shang Jing couldn’t help but nodded.

He Silan picked up her luggage: “That’s right.”

He Jiang helplessly copied his hands: “At your own risk, I have already reminded you.”

Shang Jing: “What’s wrong?”

He Jiang looked at him affectionately: “It’s nothing, it’s just that my aunt is a little…feudal.”

I didn’t want to speak ill of my aunt, but Shangjing was a little idiot.

He Jiang was driven back to the old house by her aunt, went in to drink a cup of hot tea, and said, “I have work in the afternoon, I will come back tomorrow.”

Having said that, he is going to take it away with the back collar of Shangjing.

“Xiaojing stay and talk with me.” He Silan smiled, kindly and kindly.

He Jiang: “He also has business in the afternoon.”

He Silan: “I asked, and he said it’s fine.”

He Jiang sighed: “Okay, then I’ll pick him up when I’m done.”

Near noon, the chef of the old house is more powerful than Aunt Huang, and Shang Jing thinks that Master Li may be a direct disciple of some royal chef.

He Silan has been greeting Shang Jing to eat, and Shang Jing likes his elders.

“Thank you aunt.”

He Silan’s words changed, and she said inexplicably: “Being the daughter-in-law of the He family, you can have nothing else, but you must be virtuous. Xiaojing, can you cook?”

Shang Jing: “Ah… no.”

He Silan: “Do you know what He Jiang likes to eat?”

Shangjing seems to be interviewing, and he is anxious: “…Dumplings?”

He Silan: “Then have you made dumplings for him?”

Shang Jing: “I won’t.”

He Silan shook her head in disappointment: “He Jiang worked hard outside, and when she got home, she couldn’t even eat the dumplings made by her daughter-in-law.”

She assigned an aunt: “Go and prepare, and teach him today.”

Ten minutes later, when Shang Jing was faced with so many fillings in a washbasin, his pupils trembled.

This He Jiang’s large double-door refrigerator can’t fit in it, right?

He Silan: “Learn from your Aunt Liu seriously. He Jiang used to like her wraps the most. Wait… Bring the filling recipe first, and you can memorize while wrapping the dumplings.”

Shang Jing looked at the entire page of the formula, pursed his lips, and began to write shorthand.

No way, my aunt looked at him and didn’t dare to be lazy, for fear of making the old man angry.

Twenty minutes later, He Silan checked his recitation results.

Shang Jing stumbled back and barely passed.

Shangjingbao’s dumplings were full of meat, so he wiped them with a piece of paper and followed Aunt Liu carefully.

By teaching him, Aunt Liu quickly helped him make dumplings with her fingers.

Shang Jing was grateful, and slowly increased his speed. A piano player, with dexterous and coordinated fingers, did not lose to Aunt Liu.

“This kid’s hands are so skillful, oh, he packs better than me.”

In the continuous praise from Aunt Liu, Shangjing made dumplings for three hours, and finally packed them into the food box one by one, and packed them and took them home.

My aunt miscalculated. How could the dumplings he made be given to He Jiang for nothing? Didn’t you listen to his arrangement when you got home?

Business is in a good mood.

He thought it was over, but it didn’t. He Silan asked him again, “Will you take care of your clothes?”

Many of He Jiang’s clothes need to be handled by special personnel, and they cannot leave any wrinkles. The more high-end clothes, the more troublesome they are.

He Silan: “Although there are assistants now, but one day when you go out together, you find that He Jiang’s collar is a little wrinkled, and there is no assistant by her side. You have to know this, right?”

Business View: “…”

“Aunt, can I go to the toilet?”

“Go.”

Shang Jing hid in the bathroom and sent a message to He Jiang: “When will you pick me up [crying]?”

No one came back.

Smelly scumbag.

He Jiang was taking a photo of a magazine, and only saw the news of the business scene after taking a group.

From top to bottom, the order is –

“When are you going to pick me up?”

“I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“Come and pick me up, please.”

“Husband(づ￣3￣)づ╭??～”

“Immediately! Immediately! Do not come at your own risk!”

“I warn you, count down to three!”

He Jiang laughed directly.

The time of the three groups of messages is different, I don’t know how many times Shang Jing has escaped.

On the other hand, Shangjing has mastered making dumplings, ironing clothes and ties, arranging flowers, and making fruit platters in the shape of peacocks, and is making an impact on carving carrot flowers.

He Silan took a nap after taking the medicine, and woke up to see a young man eating radishes in the living room, and was stunned for a moment.

When Shang Jing saw that the big devil was awake, he hurriedly spit out the carrot from his mouth, picked up the carving knife, and pretended to concentrate.

He Silan: “What are you doing here? Are you hungry?”

“Ah?” Shang Jing stared blankly at today’s all-around mentor, Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu was obviously experienced, so she hurriedly attached to He Silan’s ear and told her what she had done today.

After hearing this, He Silan smiled embarrassedly, and said to Shang Jing, “Sorry, I can’t control it sometimes.”

After all, He Silan was an old man of the last century, and there was a feudal side in his character, but after modern education and the persuasion of his children, he usually wouldn’t show it.

Alzheimer’s disease can cause personality changes, and Heslan was occasionally feudal and paranoid this year.

At this time, persuasion is useless, let alone rebelling, you have to follow her.

He Silan took away the carving knife in Shang Jing’s hand and apologized repeatedly.

Shang Jing naturally wouldn’t blame her. He Silan was just as uncontrollable as he didn’t want to lose his memory. He understood and respected, and said, “It’s okay aunt, I learned a lot today, and I also like to eat dumplings and fruit platters.”

He Silan said, “Where’s He Jiang? Why is my daughter-in-law not coming to pick me up? Aunt Liu will call him right away.”

Aunt Liu: “Okay, you take the medicine first, and I’ll fight it right away.”

The He family had invited many doctors to He Silan, including both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, which resulted in the family’s endless supply of medicines and health care products.

He Silan couldn’t help complaining to Shang Jing: “I don’t even want to take medicine, it’s too hard to swallow.”

She took Shang Jing to a storage room: “They specially cleared a room to put medicine, you said it too much? Oh, they will come tomorrow, and they will be carrying a bunch of medicine in each hand. It’s annoying to look at. .”

“You’re a good boy, help me throw all this away.”

When Shang Jing heard He Silan complaining like a child, he was a little amused. He followed He Silan’s fingers and looked over, and suddenly swallowed.

This pharmacy is larger than some small hospital pharmacies.

When Aunt Liu came back from the phone call, she whispered to Shang Jing: “There are many juniors in the He family, and some of them don’t understand. When they see the health care products for the brain, they buy them randomly. They all cost a lot of money. It’s all the thoughts of the juniors, and they are reluctant to throw them away.”

Shang Jing glanced at it and saw that Dr. Fu prescribed him almost all the medicines here.

A dazzling array of gangliosides, brain-boosting tablets, brain-enhancing pills…

He Silan: “Are you greedy for this?”

Shang Jing shook his head: “No no.”

How can you grab food from the old lady?

He Silan felt guilty. She looked like a man at age seventy-nine, with a little self-confidence that she had become a doctor after a long illness. While watching the business scene, she chose health care products from the shelves.

Take one and take a look, skillfully prescribe medicine.

Shang Jing’s head was about to fall into the dust, his ears were red, and he said with difficulty: “Aunt, I don’t need to…”

He Silan: “It’s good to want to be smart, but don’t eat too much.”

Shang Jing: “…” Thank you, I saved the money for medicine.

Shang Jing held a sack of health care products that he couldn’t refuse, and stood at the door waiting for He Jiang reluctantly.

The delicate little suit I wore to go out in the morning was wrinkled, and the collar of the white shirt was dyed with dragon juice.

Tomorrow, at the He Jiang family gathering, the He family will find that their aunt’s Tibetan medicines are empty.

I asked again, oh, it turned out to be eaten by He Jiang’s wife.

I don’t know who is more embarrassing between him and He Jiang.