"Ah, why is this so embarrassing?"
"No need to be embarrassed, we are relatives."
"I'm really sorry to disturb Mr. Lu, I can just find a hotel to stay at—"
"Oh, but there are no shops or shops nearby. There is really no suitable hotel."
"What about a place farther away?"
The man looked even more aggrieved: "The car is almost out of gas, and we can't drive a few miles."
"I can take a taxi myself..."
"Oops!" The man suddenly covered his stomach with pain on his face. Tong Su asked anxiously what's wrong? He showed an expression of suppressing the pain and waved his hands feebly, "I have a stomach problem. I didn't eat at noon today. I didn't expect it again... You can take a taxi. I don't have anyone at home. I really can't help you now. …”
Tong Su held the man's shoulders and pursed her lips worriedly: "How can you help me when you're like this now? Do you have stomach medicine? Is there a hospital nearby? I'll take you to see it."
"No, no, my apartment is right in front. I can just go back and drink some hot water and sleep."
"How can you just drink hot water? Can you still drive now? Otherwise, it's me and I'll take you home. You must at least drink some millet porridge!"
"It's the community in front..." The man looked at her pitifully, his face seemed to be a little pale from the pain, "I don't know how to make millet porridge, I just drink hot water. Stomach problems are an old problem, so I always drink hot water." of… "
"Aren't you kidding!" She sighed angrily and worriedly, "I'll take you back and help you cook some porridge."
The man immediately became cheerful: "Okay!"
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The small apartment Lu Zhiyang mentioned was actually not that small, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and an open-air balcony.
It's just that the house is impossibly clean, the apartment is well-decorated, and the furniture is brand new. People come to clean it from time to time, and not a trace of dust has been left. However, the owner doesn't live here all year round, so it doesn't feel like a home at all. Instead, it looks like a hotel room. house.
As soon as the man got home, he lay on the sofa and groaned, clutching his stomach as if he was weak from pain. Tong Su wanted to help him find stomach medicine, but where could it be found at home
She said she wanted to go downstairs to buy some medicine, but he resisted and said that the owner of the nearby drugstore had no conscience and the medicine he sold didn't work.
"Can you order a takeaway for me?" He looked at her weakly, looking harmless and pitiful.
"Eat less takeout. There are too many additives in that food. Let me make some for you."
"Really? That's great, thank you!" He smiled gratefully and happily, "If it weren't for you, I would have passed out in pain in the car. I'm sorry for you today."
"It's okay, you helped me before."
Tong Su boiled hot water for him, took out the packed millet from her suitcase, and went into the kitchen to cook porridge.
Fortunately, the kitchen was still full, and the ingredients in the refrigerator were changed every day. She chose a few light and nutritious ingredients and made a nourishing dinner.
The ingredients are simple and Ke Tongsu's cooking skills are excellent. The man ate it with admiration and his eyes were shining, not like a sick person at all.
After dinner, Lu Zhiyang seemed much better. Tong Su wanted to wash the dishes, but he had the strength to stop her and insisted on cleaning them up himself.
Seeing that he was getting better, Tong Su said goodbye. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhiyang turned around, clutched his stomach, shouted again, and fell on the chair.
"It doesn't matter, you can go. I will put my phone next to the bed at night. If it hurts too much, I will call 120 myself..."