When Yan Yan heard the question, his scalp tensed up and his heart felt like it was poked. What was wrong with Dr. Zhuang? He suddenly looked like a master who had returned to the secular world.
"Brother...brother." Never mind, he's a sad man now, just try to comfort him.
The corners of Zhuang Yiyun's mouth curled up, like the first sunrise after the end of the polar night, illuminating the whole world the moment it jumped out of the horizon, ending the long, cold night.
Yan Yan was stunned where he was. He had never seen him smile like this before.
"Thank you, Yanyan."
Yan Yan's face turned red, and he quickly turned his head. He exerted force with the cotton swab in his hand, and the swab broke on the spot.
Yan Yan: “…” He really didn’t want to be so embarrassed, but it was really hard for him to bear it when he yelled like that. This was the third time, and it got harder every time! He knew that he had no thoughts about his beautiful body, but…
"I'm done. I'm hungry."
"Then shall I cook some porridge?"
"Porridge? I only drank some white porridge in the morning, why did you drink it at noon?" Yan Yan's eyes widened, one side of his face said, "Are you kidding me?" and the other side of his face said, "Are you looking for a fight?"
Zhuang Yiyun coughed to cover up his embarrassment. He was not good at cooking. He had already tried his best to cook it, but the taste was hard to describe. Yan Yan had no cooking skills when he was sick. Now it was his turn to take care of people. He could only...
"I'll order takeout, what do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat meat."
“Not too greasy.”
"I don't eat braised pork, but you can't stop me from eating meat, right, Doctor Zhuang?"
Yan Yan looked like he was going to rush over if you said no. Zhuang Yiyun didn't want to discourage him, but he still said, "Okay, but you can't eat spicy, raw or cold food for the time being."
"Why order takeout? Just cook something at home."
"Well… "
Zhuang Yiyun looked hesitant. Yan Yan was about to go to the refrigerator to see what else was there, but he just stood there motionless.
"I won't." He was afraid that Yan Yan would have problems with his stomach, which had already recovered a lot, after eating the food he cooked.
Yan Yan knew what was going on with his mood. He was just wondering why he looked so embarrassed. It was really a cause for celebration. He could now see embarrassment from his expressionless face. Yan Yan had long guessed that he was a level nine cripple and had never thought of asking him to do anything. But did he think he should cook
Maybe, he was sick and I took care of him, so now it's my turn, he has to take care of me too? Yan Yan thought, this guy takes reciprocity as a principle of life, so he was led by him before.
"How about I teach you?" Yan Yan rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen, then rolled them up and remembered that he was just teaching someone, so he put them down again.
Zhuang Yiyun took over the baton and started to roll up his sleeves. Yan Yan rolled it up directly, while Zhuang Yiyun rolled it up piece by piece, his movements were elegant. His exposed forearms were strong, with blue veins protruding slightly, making his cold white skin look particularly sexy. Yan Yan secretly took another look, and then thought, since he knew what I was thinking now, why should I hide it? I can just look at it openly. I can't eat it anyway, so it's worth it to look at it more.
Thinking of this patient who had just recovered from an illness, Yan Yan got excited and took out an apron as soon as he entered the kitchen and handed it to Zhuang Yiyun to tie it on. Zhuang Yiyun had never tied a knot with his backhand, so Yan Yan naturally helped him.