Song Zhixing was upset. She was so careless that she was actually taken to bed by him while she was taking care of him. She casually put on her pajamas, ran downstairs, and took another ice pack from the refrigerator.
When Qiuqiu saw her coming down, he rushed to her feet again, smacking his little mouth and looking at her pitifully with his pair of red eyes.
"Are you hungry?" Song Zhixing patted his head. "I forgot about it. It's already afternoon."
She took a vegetable from the bag that Tang Yu brought back and fed it to the little rabbit. The little rabbit was hungry, let alone the human. However, the food made by the hourly worker today was already cold, and those dishes were obviously not to Tang Yu's taste. Although the two of them had not spoken much in the past few days, she could see that Tang Yu's appetite was not good.
Song Zhixing brought the ice pack up and pressed it on Tang Yu's head. Tang Yu leaned sideways, and Song Zhixing turned him over and straightened him. He frowned and tried to turn sideways again.
"Tang Yu, don't move." Song Zhixing whispered in his ear, imitating his usual overbearing tone, "If you move again, I will leave you alone and let you fend for yourself."
Tang Yu was not conscious at first, but when he heard her words, he half opened his eyes and looked at her with red eyes, "You don't treat patients like this..."
"Since you know you are a patient, you have to behave yourself." Song Zhixing grabbed his hand and tucked it back into the quilt, and said in a slower voice, "Tang Yu, be obedient and stop moving around. If your fever doesn't go down, I really don't know what to do."
Such a soft voice, with a bit of her unconscious coquettishness, was particularly useful to Tang Yu. He really didn't move anymore, letting the ice pack fall steadily on his forehead.
"Are you hungry?" Song Zhixing asked him.
"… Kind of. Isn't Aunt Key here yet?"
"We've arrived a long time ago. It's already past 3 o'clock." Song Zhixing thought for a moment, "You should sleep a little longer. There will be food when you wake up."
Tang Yu said "hmm" and said nothing more, just lowered his head and fell asleep again. Song Zhixing watched him sleeping peacefully, and then walked out again after a while.
She first went back to her room, took out the medicine bottle, took a pill and took it, then went downstairs to the hall to get the phone and called back to Youcheng, calling Sister Li directly.
"Miss, why are you calling at this time?" Sister Li had just woken up. It was only a little after 5 o'clock there.
"I'm sorry, Sister Li, I disturbed your sleep."
"No, I don't. I wake up at this time every day! But young lady, you called me, there must be something wrong, right?"
"Yeah. Didn't I tell you last time that I wanted you to teach me how to cook? Just send me the recipe. I'm just bored here, so I'll just learn it casually."
"Learning to cook is a good thing. I'm just afraid that you'll burn down the kitchen."
"Sister Li, it's not that exaggerated."
"Okay, if you want to learn from Sister Li, of course I support you. But which of these dishes do you want to make? I'll write down the recipe now and have someone take a photo of it and send it to you."
Song Zhixing didn't even think about it and said directly: "Just pick a few simple dishes that Second Uncle likes. I can't make anything too complicated."
"Second Master likes it?" Sister Li seemed quite surprised. The next moment, as if she understood something, she smiled and said, "It seems that this honeymoon is really useful. Young lady, are you two reconciled?"
"Not really..." Song Zhixing said honestly, "He's sick and has a high fever. He's almost 40. He doesn't like the food here, so I want to make something else."
In fact, what she cooked would probably be a failure, and perhaps even more unpalatable than what the hourly worker cooked. However, it was her first time cooking, and she had an obsession to cook for Tang Yu.
Sister Li understood.
"Since you are sick, just cook something light and simple. Look at what's in the refrigerator and use what's ready to make soup or porridge."
Too.
Song Zhixing walked into the kitchen with her mobile phone, opened the refrigerator, and talked to Sister Li. She told them the dishes in the refrigerator one by one. Sister Li taught her step by step on the phone.
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There were only some green vegetables and some hard-to-process meat in the refrigerator. Song Zhixing cut the meat, not knowing how to cut it, into different sizes. He cooked it with the green vegetables into a light porridge.
She was also worried about Tang Yu upstairs, afraid that he would turn over again and the ice pack would fall off. However, she had to watch the fire and couldn't leave for too long. So, she was always uneasy.
While cooking the porridge, she followed the recipe Sister Li sent her and prepared to stir-fry a simple vegetable, carefully identifying the seasonings on the table one by one with her tongue.
It was her first time to cook, and it was hard for her to imagine the taste, but she was looking forward to Tang Yu's reaction. Song Zhixing looked at the mess she had made in the kitchen, and although she felt that it would be very troublesome to clean it up later, she felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment when she saw the porridge bubbling on the fire.
Especially when I think about Tang Yu’s reaction when he saw these, the feeling in my heart is even more different.
Song Zhixing was busy and didn't notice that a figure had been standing outside the door. Tang Yu was awakened by thirst. He drank all the water she had poured on the bedside in one breath. The high temperature made his throat dry and hoarse, so he had to get up and drink water by himself.
I didn't expect to find such a surprise when I came downstairs.
Tang Yu even forgot about being thirsty. He leaned against the door frame and watched her busy figure in a trance. A faint light shone in from the window, with a white snow color, covering her body. She was taking a spoon and scooping the porridge and tasting it. It seemed that she was not very satisfied with her cooking skills. Her little face was twisted into a ball. She carefully checked the recipe and then worried about the seasoning on the table. It was obvious that she didn't know which link had gone wrong.
Tang Yu couldn't help but think of the passionate scenes before. When he woke up from thirst, he thought that the passion was just a dream. However, when he lifted the quilt and saw the wetness and mess on the bed, he realized that everything was real.
Did she suddenly come to her senses and let it go
He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to have such extravagant hopes.
"What's wrong?" Song Zhixing murmured in distress. She studied very seriously, not knowing that her every move at this moment was reflected in the man's eyes. Moreover, in the eyes of the other party, every little move of hers was cute and charming to him.
"Do you need help?" He finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and even a little weak. He sounded weaker than usual, and even more sexy.
Hearing this voice, Song Zhixing suddenly turned around, and when he saw him, his thin eyebrows knitted, "Why did you come downstairs?"
[There is one more chapter to be updated later. I am still writing it and it will be updated soon. If you can't wait, you can go to bed now and read it when you open your eyes tomorrow. I will stay up late to update it! Muah! ]