Chapter: 5281

Haitong said softly to Yangyang: "Your Uncle Lu knew that you had a cold, so he put aside what he was doing and came to see you."

"Yangyang, do you know what caused your cold this time?"

"It's because you kicked the quilt at night, and you ate too much fried chicken and potato chips. You caught a cold, and your throat became inflamed. You caught a fever when you pinched me. You need to take medicine for two days to recover."

Yangyang's big eyes flashed.

"Don't eat too much fried chicken and potato chips in the future. When you want to eat, tell my aunt or your Uncle Lu, we will let the chef at home cook it for you, but don't eat too much, so as not to get angry, throat inflammation, and easily Fever and cough.”

Yangyang remembered that when he went shopping with his grandparents, his grandparents asked him what he wanted to eat. He said he wanted to eat fried chicken, and his grandparents took him to eat and ate a lot.

He nodded as if understanding: "Auntie, I understand, I will eat less in the future."

"Auntie, if I want to eat it in the future, will auntie really cook it for me? My mother and auntie always say that it is junk food and they won't let me eat it."

Because one thing can't satisfy his appetite, when his grandparents satisfy him, he can't control his mouth and eats so much that he thinks it's very delicious.

Those kids didn't lie to him. Fried chicken and potato chips were delicious.

Haitong said dotingly: "You can eat the food we made for you, but you still can't eat too much. The climate here is not suitable for eating too many high-calorie foods. If you eat it, you will easily get angry."

"Auntie, why is the climate here not suitable for us?"

"In Yiyu, the summer is extremely long, the weather is hot, and even winter is not cold. This climate is not suitable for eating so many high-calorie foods."

Friends from other places always say that people in Guancheng don’t eat spicy food. Many people either don’t like spicy food or they just can’t stand it.

Yangyang still seemed to understand, and Haitong didn't explain anymore. He was still young, and no matter how much he said, he couldn't understand it now.

"Haitong, has Yangyang's fever gone?"

Lu Dongming was helped up the steps by his bodyguards, and he shouted as soon as he reached the door of the house.

Haitong put down Yangyang.

"Uncle Lu."

Yangyang ran to Lu Dongming himself.

Lu Dongming hugged him, and the bodyguards moved the wheelchair. He sat down in the wheelchair, and then touched Yangyang's forehead. After a while, he said to himself: "I still feel a little feverish."

Haitongqi, come here.

Then he said, "He has retreated, but not completely. I just took his temperature and it's thirty-seven degrees eight degrees." JrNovels.com