When Chu Yan went out, he saw a small big red pot on a rectangular table. The lid was open and it was steaming out.
A beautiful porcelain bowl was placed on the table. Half of the bowl of white porridge was already filled, and a small white porcelain spoon of the same color and the same flower was placed next to it.
His eyes lit up, "Do you also use this kind of bowl for eating here?" He finally found something very similar to them, and he was very happy.
Lin Yang glanced at the bowl on the table and said softly, "Well, this kind of bowl will never be eliminated, everyone likes to use it."
Lin Yang saw that Chu Yan seemed to be struggling to scoop the porridge, so he kindly asked, "Should I feed you?"
Chu Yan shook his head quickly: "No, I'll do it myself." Although it was strenuous, it wasn't impossible. Just eat slowly.
He didn't want this guy to feed him. If he was allowed to feed him, he would remember the matter for a lifetime.
Lin Yang turned around and walked to the cabinet, and took a few bottles out of it. Take a few pills in each bottle, together there are as many as a bottle cap.
Chu Yan had seen this kind of pill, and it was also in Baizhi's medicine box. Although the bottle was not that big, the shape was exactly the same.
Lin Yang put a bottle of pills in front of Chu Yan, and poured a glass of water: "This is the medicine you will take later. Swallow it directly with water, don't chew it up, it's very bitter."
Chu Yan nodded obediently, what else could he do? Falling into his hands as a patient, what can he do? Only by obediently and obediently, can he get better soon and return to Chu State earlier.
After drinking the porridge and taking the medicine, he was sleepy again, so he crawled back to bed and continued to sleep.
Fortunately, such days did not last long. By the third day, he recovered a little bit of strength and was able to walk around the house by himself, as well as open the bedroom and bathroom doors.
The scent wafting from the kitchen, he was a little curious, won't he cook porridge this time? what is he doing
After eating porridge for three days, there was no oil or water in his stomach. Smelling the smell of the meat, he immediately slipped out of the room and walked to the kitchen door quietly to look in.
He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't see a fire. How is this pot hot
A smelly smell drifted into Chu Yan's nose, and he wailed in his heart, he was finished, and he wanted to continue drinking porridge.
This guy seems to only cook porridge!
Lin Yang turned off the fire, sighed, threw the pot into the sink, and irritably pulled off his apron.
I really don't know why he has to do this, why should he serve this guy
"What to eat for lunch?" Although I ate three bowls of porridge in the morning, he was not hungry for this stuff. He had been hungry for a long time.
Lin Yang glanced at the watch on his wrist and glanced at Chu Yan again. Apart from the fact that his hair was longer, there was nothing strange about this guy, so he simply said, "Let's go out to eat. By the way, I will show you the outside world. "
Chu Yan wanted to say that he didn't want to look at it, but he swallowed again.
Actually I still want to see it.
These two days I have been standing at the window and looking out, only to see those people who are crawling on the ground like ants.
The house was built too high. He asked Lin Yang and said that the suite they live in now is the 109th floor of the building.
He didn't know how high the 109th floor was, but he stood by the window and looked down. With his eyesight, he couldn't see anything.
I could only see things flying around from time to time in the sky, Lin Yang said it was an airplane. . . People can sit in an airplane and go wherever they want, so that they can quickly and easily reach any destination they want.