Chapter 633: Surface Ease

In the history of Haishi, there have been three major floods. These are well-documented. One was during the Qianlong period, one was during the Anti-Japanese War, and one was shortly before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China. These three times, according to various records, are quite large. It was terrible, destroying countless fertile fields and causing heavy casualties. Almost the entire sea city was destroyed at that time.

However, it must be different now. Defense work has been carried out all the time. It is also because of the topography of Haishi that embankments have been built that can withstand floods for hundreds of years. He believes that this flood will not have much impact. and people died.

After closing the computer, it was now 3:25 in the middle of the night. He didn't know if he had been worrying about these things recently, so he rarely felt sleepy.

He walked into the bedroom again. Fortunately, Yan Huan did not wake up, but it might be because of the heat that he kicked away the quilt.

Lu Yi bent down and pulled the quilt over her, but it also made Yan Huan wake up.

Yan Huan rubbed his eyes. After a long time, he opened his sore eyes and saw Lu Yi sitting by the bed, not sleeping.

"What's wrong?" She also sat up and then hid her whole body in his arms, "Aren't you asleep? What time is it now?"

"It's three forty-five. I can't sleep. You can go to sleep."

Lu Yi asked her to lie down and patted her shoulder.

"It's only around three o'clock," Yan Huan yawned. She tried to wake herself up several times, but she was really too sleepy and tired. She didn't survive much, and she fell asleep again. After falling asleep, Lu Yi held her like this and didn't move, for fear of waking her up again.

When Yan Huan opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside, and the sunlight came in lightly from the window. Although it was still hot in September, he could already feel the coolness blowing from the sea river. Angry.

She pulled the quilt closer to her head and covered her head, wanting to sleep a little longer, but the sunlight that was too strong seemed to be unstoppable. Quarrel.

It's noisy, it's hot and noisy.

She lifted off the quilt and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she no longer had to drink those unpleasant-tasting soups. Her menstrual period was finally over.

However, when the nanny placed another bowl of soup in front of her, she wanted to cry.

"Auntie, why do you still want to drink soup?"

The nanny couldn't help but laugh out loud, "This is what I usually drink. It doesn't taste that weird. You don't have to worry about it."

Don’t you need to be afraid? Yan Huan picked up the bowl with both hands. She wanted to kneel in front of her nanny who was very good at making soup. She would never forget the taste of the brown sugar black-bone chicken in her life.

That kind of spiciness, that kind of sourness, it was the best soup she had ever had in her whole life.

It's really, really bad to drink.

And for a while, she really wanted to throw away the bowl of soup in her hand, including the bowl and the soup. Wouldn't the taste still be the same, or would it be even worse to drink?

She took some more soup in and smelled it. It didn't seem that scary. But the bowl of brown sugar black chicken soup also smelled good, but when she drank it, the taste was really needless to say. She knelt down again. .

She closed her eyes and acted as if she was decapitating her head. She extended her head with one stab and then retracted her head with one stab. She had to drink the soup or not. She took a small sip, but the nanny really told her that bingo.

The taste of this soup seems to be very good. Although it is still slightly bitter, it is not that uncomfortable to drink, and there is also a fragrance of red dates. Therefore, Yan Huan thought, this soup should contain There were red dates, but she couldn't find the red dates.

She was relieved and drank the soup one mouthful at a time. Fortunately, this soup was not uncomfortable. Otherwise, if she was allowed to drink it every day, she would feel like she would be hopeless.

"Auntie, help me buy some prawns at noon," Yan Huan said to the nanny who was even busier in the kitchen while drinking soup.

"Okay," the nanny agreed, and also wrote it down, "Miss Yan, if you want prawns, do you want dumplings?"

"Yeah," Yan Huan put down the bowl she was holding, and all the soup in the bowl had gone into her stomach, "Lu Yi hasn't eaten the dumplings I made for a long time. I just happened to be fine today, so I made them. Send it to him." After she finished speaking, she felt that her taste was very good, so she took the chopsticks and ate the breakfast prepared by the nanny.

Tofu curd, fried dough sticks, a wonderful combination, and of course a glass of milk.

At noon, the nanny remembered to buy some fresh prawns, which were all very large. Yan Huan skillfully peeled off all the meat from the prawns and chopped them into small pieces. , and then mixed it with mushrooms and lean pork, then rolled up his sleeves, kneaded the dough and made dumplings with his own hands.

After the dumplings came out of the pot, she mixed them with scallion oil so that the dumplings would not stick together. When Lu Yi ate them, they were still warm.

She carried two large portions of dumplings out the door, put the dumplings in her car, and prepared to drive there.

Outside, the weather was very good, and the whole city was in a state of excitement. Various advertisements were played on the huge billboards in the middle of the shopping mall building, and the music and shouting of the merchants along the street could be heard. Today was not a program, but it was more like a festival.

But how long could such a lively and relaxed atmosphere last?

Half a month later, only she knew that although there was not much trouble in Haishi, the outer area of ​​Haishi was no longer a paradise, but a hell.

She clenched the steering wheel in her hand and drove faster. When she arrived at the procuratorate, the sentry at the door let her in after seeing her pass.

Yan Huan parked her car and came out with dumplings. Of course, she was not a stranger here, and her face was not familiar here because of exposure, but because of Lu Yi. She was Lu Yi's wife, the lover of Prosecutor Lu, and a star without any airs.

"Miss Yan, you are here."

Soon, someone greeted her cordially as soon as they saw her.

"Hello, Shen Ling, long time no see." Yan Huan smiled kindly, without any airs. She could remember these people's names at once, which seemed to show that she had been putting her heart into it all along.