Mi Li got up early in the morning and went to the market to buy several bags of seeds, while also purchasing some fresh ingredients.
Mi Li has opened a vegetable garden on the top floor, planted with flowers, green plants, and some easy to survive vegetables and fruits.
When digging the soil and planting, Mi Li suddenly thought of Old Bai. His house seemed to have no ornamental plants, and although the room was well decorated, it was too cold and not very popular.
Thinking of this, Mi Li chose a small flowerpot, which had already planted several plant seeds inside, but they had not yet sprouted.
She properly wrapped the flowerpot with soil, included a package of seeds, and wrote detailed cultivation methods, then had the courier send it out.
Although she hasn't figured out how the item was sent there yet, she can definitely send it.
Busy for two hours, drowsiness arrived as scheduled.
Mi Li returned to the bedroom, cleaned herself up, and lay down comfortably on the bed.
In a daze, Mi Li felt like she had entered a mysterious state, like floating in water. When everything settles down, consciousness gradually condenses and vision gradually recovers.
Mi Li found herself in a warehouse surrounded by pre packaged packages. And obviously, she has also become one of these packages.
Mi Li looked at the delivery address on the package next to her: No. xx, xx Road, Wangu Street, Yunlang City.
Yunlang City?
Mi Li checked several other packages again and found that the delivery addresses were all in Yunlang City.
That is to say, she is currently in a logistics warehouse in another world.
Mi Li remembers the first time she sent something to Old Bai, she attached herself to the packaging paper of the courier and quickly withdrew it afterwards.
At that time, she didn't think much about it. Now it seems that the reason why her things can be sent to this world may not be because the logistics company can connect two worlds, but because she connects the logistics companies of two worlds, directly bringing packages from one world's logistics warehouse to another world's logistics warehouse.
Mi Li was uncertain again, because she noticed that the company name on the express bill was "Shunfeng", which was exactly the same as the one she was looking for.
It's not surprising that two logistics companies with the same name appear, as both she and Old Bai are from countries called China. It can only be said that two worlds may be in a parallel space, with similar but not completely identical cultures, which also explains why the winning numbers in one world also win in another world.
While pondering, several staff members walked into the warehouse and began to distribute goods.
When the package that Mi Li was bending over was delivered to the car by someone, her consciousness blurred again and she immediately fell into darkness.
"You bastard! I'm 70 years old and you don't even come back to take a look. Are you trying to make me angry? What kind of junk did you ask Xi Zinuo to bring? If you don't want to give it, don't give it. I don't lack your birthday gift!"
The phone placed on the coffee table had an external sound on, and an old but energetic voice came from it.
Xi Baichen sat on the sofa, focused on typing the keyboard, unaffected at all.
"I'm telling you, you must come back this week, otherwise I will definitely make you look good!"
The phone was rudely cut off, and Xi Baichen frowned, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes. He stopped typing, lit a cigarette, and smoked silently.
His head feels a bit dizzy, and he don't know if he didn't sleep well last night. After being read by the old man for a long time, his mood is even worse.
"Old Bai, you're pretending to be melancholic again." A clear voice suddenly sounded in the room.
Xi Baichen's fingers trembled and he scattered a cluster of cigarette ash.
He looked around, his gaze scanning over all the items one by one: "Where are you?"
"The shiniest thermometer under the coffee table is me."
Xi Baichen lowered his head and indeed saw a thermometer on the second floor. It was brought back by the way during his medical examination two years ago and has been left under the coffee table with dust.
He took out the thermometer and played with it between his fingers.
"Old Bai, didn't you see that I'm covered in dust? Hurry up and help me wipe it off."
Xi Baichen opened his fingers and found that his fingers were also covered in a layer of dust. He couldn't help but feel disgusted and said, "Dirty."
"Who is to blame for dirtying yourself now that you don't usually clean?" Mi Li is even more disgusted than him.
Xi Baichen took out a wet paper, wiped the thermometer clean, and then carefully wiped his fingers until they were clean again.
"When I was grabbed by you just now, I felt that your body temperature seemed a bit high. Should I take a measurement? Your voice is also strange, and I suspect you may have caught a cold."
Xi Baichen raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you sure you want me to measure."
"Uh..." Mi suddenly thought of taking temperature by placing the thermometer in his armpit, in his mouth, or inserting it into his anus, and then her whole body went bad.
However, it seems that Xi Baichen's face is not very good and his nasal voice is also very strong. For the sake of his health, should I sacrifice myself?
"Answer me a question first." Mi Li's tone was serious.
"What problem?"
"Do you have body odor?"
Xi Baichen lazily looked up and said, "Oh, there is."
One word makes the conversation go crazy.
After smoking a cigarette, Xi Baichen withdrew his gaze and prepared to continue writing.
"Don't be busy for now." After hesitating for a long time, Mi Li's saintly heart finally overcame the fear of being dominated by body odor and bravely died, saying, "Take your temperature."
Xi Baichen: "..."
"Stop the ink stains, quickly clip me into my armpit." Compared to mouth and butt, armpit is already very fresh and refined. It's not a big deal, who doesn't have a body odor.
A faint light flickered in Xi Baichen's eyes, and his pent up emotions inexplicably dissipated. He reached out and picked up the thermometer, stuffing it under his armpit.
Mi Li only felt a darkness in front of her eyes, her whole body wrapped in warmth, unable to move at all.
As a woman who is sandwiched in a man's armpit and full of charm, she feels very sour and refreshing.
"Okay, you can take it out now." As soon as the time was up, Mi Li immediately sounded a reminder, eager to get rid of the influence of armpit fragrance.
Xi Baichen took out the thermometer and lowered his head to check.
After seeing the sky again, Mi Li felt that the whole world had cleared up, and immediately noticed the scale on the thermometer. As expected, she said, "38 degrees, you really have a fever. Do you have any fever reducing medicine at home?"
"No."
"I don't think you either. Let's go out and buy medicine."
Xi Baichen didn't move.
Like an old mother, Mi Li advised, "Treat your illness early and don't delay, so as not to make it more troublesome in the future."
Xi Baichen stood up, inserted the thermometer into his shirt pocket, held his wallet and keys, and stepped on his slippers before going out.
Walking into a pharmacy not far from the villa, Xi Baichen, guided by the salesperson, arrived at the shelf where cold medicine was placed.
Mi Li carefully examined the names of these drugs, including Ganmaoling, Cefoprozil Tablets, and Moxifloxacin Hydrochloride Tablets... Apart from the different trademarks, the product names are quite similar to hers in the world.
Xi Baichen casually took a few boxes of medicine, and Mi Li quickly reminded him: "Old Bai, what specific symptoms do you have? Tell the salesperson clearly and don't buy randomly."
Xi Baichen paused and turned to look at the nearby salesperson. His deep eyes, like those made of ink jade, contained a captivating charm.
The saleswoman blushed and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
"I have a fever of 38 degrees, a stuffy nose, and dry cough at night. What medicine should I buy?"
"Ah, I understand." The saleswoman helped him select several medicines based on his symptoms.
Xi Baichen didn't even look, went to the cashier to settle the bill, carried the medicine out of the pharmacy, and dragged back to his residence.
"Remember to take the medicine on time." Mi Li said anxiously, "Don't eat spicy food recently, eat more carrots, rape, Rolls of dried bean milk creams, mung beans, rest early, don't stay up late..."
"Long winded," Xi Baichen murmured softly, his head heavy but his eyebrows and eyes relaxed.
The sound of Mi Li is clear and pleasant, brushing through his heart like feathers.
Xi Baichen seemed indifferent, but he unconsciously took down everything she said to him.
After she left, the room returned to its usual desolation. Suddenly feeling that something was missing, Xi Baichen sat quietly for a moment, then followed her instructions, took medicine, drank water, and ordered a light meal.
The next day, Xi Baichen's fever subsided and his spirit recovered a lot. He took some time to finish today's manuscript and stayed at home watching TV, playing games, and passing the rest of the time bored.
At this moment, a doorbell rang outside the door.
Click on the monitor, and the courier appears on the screen: "Mr. Xi, you have a package."
Xi Baichen opened the door, signed for it, and returned to the living room with the package delivered by the courier.
The sender's address is blurry, you don't have to guess, it must have been sent by that little devil again.
Tear open the outer packaging, and inside the package is not what Xi Baichen thought he was eating, but a flowerpot filled with mud and sand. There is also a bag of seeds and a toilet note in the flowerpot. The handwriting on the note is neat and delicate, with clear and detailed instructions on various precautions for planting flowers.
"There is a Sansbury tree planted in the pot, please take good care of it."
Considering that Xi Baichen may be planting for the first time, Mi Li specially selected an easy to plant ornamental plant for him.
"What kind of potted plant should you give me?" Xi Baichen had a "really troublesome" expression on his face. He lifted the pot with one hand, placed it on the balcony, and then went to the kitchen to fetch a bowl of water. He raised his hand and prepared to pour it. Then, as if he had thought of something, he returned to the living room, picked up the toilet note, looked closely, and sprinkled some water into the pot.
The note clearly states that Sansbury is a highly drought tolerant plant and should not be watered excessively.
"Sansbelia has the function of warding off evil spirits and can protect its owner from invasion by various evil spirits."
Xi Baichen's mouth curled, his face indifferent, but he had a faint expectation in his heart for the appearance of this Sansbury tree when it grew up.
He is the one who speaks with integrity.