Chapter 239
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After Huo Yao left the hospital, she hailed a cab to go home.
Apart from the housekeeper, Huo Xiang was the only one at home. He was starting to get used to being a salted fish.
Huo Yao would buy a strawberry cake from the bakery downstairs every day after school. Today was no exception. She handed the cake to Huo Xiang as soon as she entered the house.
Huo Xiang looked at the strawberry cake in his hand and looked at his little sister helplessly. "Yao, my manager said I've put on weight recently."
Huo Yao casually placed her bag on the cabinet. She glanced at him and instinctively said, "You're cuter if you put on weight."
Huo Xiang: "?"
Fat was fat. What did she mean by cuter?
Huo Yao realized that she had used the wrong word. However, she did not intend to correct herself. She sat down on the couch and took out her phone with a notification.
It was a message from Old Mr. Pei.
Old Mr. Pei: [Young lady, do you think there's anything wrong with the dosage of this prescription? {Picture}.]
Huo Yao tapped on the picture to take a look. It was a common prescription for colds. Of course, she did not miss the fact that one of the herbs had been added a few grams.
She pondered for two seconds before she replied: [What kind of prescription is this?]
Old Mr. Pei instinctively stroked his white beard when he received her reply. Given the young lady's familiarity with herbs, there was no way she would not know the effects of these herbs.
After thinking for a while, he typed slowly again.
Old Mr. Pei: [It's a prescription for colds.]
Old Mr. Pei: [Take a closer look at the dosage.]
Huo Xiang took his phone and sat down next to Huo Yao. He asked her. "Yao, do you like listening to songs?"
Huo Yao raised her head to look at Huo Xiang as she replied to Old Mr. Pei. She replied casually. "Oh, I listen to them occasionally."
Huo Xiang touched the tip of his nose. No wonder Huo Yao always gave him the feeling that she did not know what she did for a living.
With that in mind, he unlocked his phone, found his song, and clicked play. "What do you think of this song? Does it sound good? "
Huo Xiang deliberately turned up the volume as though he was afraid she would not hear it.
Huo Yao's hand trembled when she heard the sudden burst of volume. She almost sent the message that she had yet to finish writing. She pressed her forehead and said helplessly, "Brother Xiang, there's nothing wrong with my ears."
Huo Xiang asked, "Was the song good?"
Huo Yao nodded. "It's nice. Very nice."
His attitude was very perfunctory.
Huo Xiang could not help turning off the music gloomily when he saw Huo Yao talking to someone with her head down. He leaned over and said, "Yao, who are you talking to? Why are you so serious?"
Huo Yao did not avoid him and replied without looking up. "He's an old Chinese doctor."
Huo Xiang glanced at the messages on the screen. He could not understand them at all, so he instantly lost interest and looked away.
After sending the last message, Huo Yao put her phone down. She raised her head to look at Huo Xiang and asked him. "Why did you stop playing?"
Don't you have any idea why I didn't play the music?
Although Huo Xiang thought this, he did not dare to say it out loud. Just as he was about to play the latest song he recorded for her, the middle-aged woman's voice interrupted him.
"Dinner is ready."
Huo Xiang immediately switched off his phone.
Huo Yao had already stood up. "Let's go. It's time to eat."
Huo Xiang lowered his eyes to look at Huo Yao's fluffy and curly short hair and could not help reaching out to grab it.
It was as soft and smooth as wool. It felt as good as he had imagined.
Huo Yao was very satisfied.
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