Early the next morning, Jing Jiaren got up and made soup.
Regardless of whether Ximen Longting wants to be treated or not, giving him dietary therapy can at least delay the deterioration of his condition.
She made it according to the dietary therapy method in the book. She knew that Ximen Longting would not eat what others made, but he would eat what she made.
【I want to go out and buy something in the afternoon.】
Jing Jiaren wants to buy a pair of shoes for Ximen Longting.
Soon, the servant came over and asked Jing Jiaren: "Miss Jing, what do you want to buy? Just make us a list."
Jing Jiaren picked up her phone: [They are some private items, I want to buy them in person. 】
Immediately afterwards, another servant came over and said:
"It's okay to go out for a walk, but it only lasts for more than 2 hours. The young master will send someone to protect your safety the whole time."
It was said to be protection, but actually it was to prevent her from going to France.
Jing Jiaren sent another message: [The soup is ready, I’ll bring it to you. Remember to drink it.]
Ji Ziang drove the car, and Ximen Longting's order came from the Bluetooth headset in his left ear again.
He knocked on the steering wheel coldly: "Why don't you make me keep sending messages so early in the morning over such a trivial matter?"
"..."Cold air.
"Since you've ignored her, wouldn't it be more convenient to send her a message back?"
"..." Cold and murderous.
"Okay, I'll tell the servant right now."
Ji Ziang didn't expect that the dignified young master Ximen would be so naive when he fell in love——
Soon, a third servant came over and said to Jing Jiaren: "No, you don't need to worry about his diet. He won't eat what you cook."
Jing Jiaren's movements while serving soup froze.
She took out her mobile phone and sent another message: [Unless you ask a professional chef to give you diet therapy, I will be responsible for your three meals a day from now on. Whether I do it or not is up to me, and whether you eat or not is up to you!
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At lunch.
Jing Jiaren's mobile phone received a multimedia message without even half a word...
It was a table of sumptuous therapeutic dishes. There was a hand separated on the stone table. Although the owner could not see the slender hands with clearly defined knuckles, she recognized Ximen Longting at a glance. He took off his watch.
The ring on the ring finger was replaced by a diamond ring.
Jing Jia's heart suffocated and she enlarged the photo.
The ring looks like a wedding ring...
Jing Jiaren pursed her lips. He must have put them on deliberately to make her angry. He was so childish!
Jing Jiaren picked up her phone and sent a text message:
[When you are free, measure your shoulder width, arm length, and chest circumference... I want to give you a warm sweater. 】
Again, this piece of information fell into disrepair.
Jing Jiaren waited for half an hour, making sure that he would not reply to her, and put the dishes one by one into the thermos.
The servant shook his head and said: "The young master has said that you don't need to give him the dishes you cooked anymore. He won't help deliver them anymore."
Jing Jiaren's fingers tightened.
Obviously this was what Ximen Longting told Ji Ziang to do.
"By the way, the young master also said that since you are pregnant, you should pay more attention to your body, get more rest, and don't smoke fumes in the kitchen or stand for too long."
Jing Jiaren's hands were stiff.
Anyway, although Ximen Longting refused the food she cooked, he hired a dietotherapy doctor and the food he cooked was more professional than hers...
This indirectly forces him to nourish his stomach.
Thinking of this, Jing Jiaren sent another message:
[From now on, you can send me pictures like this for every meal, and you have to time it. If you miss a meal, it means you want to hire me to be your dietary doctor.]