Lu Qilin's already slightly furrowed brows furrowed even more tightly.
Lu Che was indeed sick. Not only did he start talking nonsense, but his entire voice also became strange.
Lu Qilin didn't want to look at Lu Che, but his eyes were unconsciously drawn to her voice.
Hearing Lu Che's voice being a little softer than usual, like the humming of a little animal, Lu Qilin subconsciously lowered his eyes and unexpectedly met those misty and confused eyes.
Lu Qilin: “…”
The man's throat felt somewhat dry and he frowned, "Don't move."
After saying this, he picked up Lu Che, who was in his arms, and carried him on his shoulders.
This is a standard action of carrying a man, without any gentleness at all.
Lu Che's stomach was already contracting violently, and when Lu Qilin suddenly lifted him onto his shoulders, his stomach was pressed against it, causing him to turn pale in pain.
“Ugh… No… It hurts…” The soft voice just now suddenly became even weaker, and cold sweat even seeped out of Lu Che’s forehead.
She was hung upside down behind Lu Qilin, and her little hands subconsciously grabbed Lu Qilin's lower back.
Lu Qilin felt pain in his lower back, and there was a mark on his fat-free back from her scratching.
Lu Qilin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned Lu Che, who was on his shoulders, back and let her fall sideways into his arms.
He lowered his eyes to look at Lu Che, who was pale and barely breathing as he nestled in his arms. His dark eyes shone with coldness, and he said impatiently, "You are a man, and a soldier. When did you become like this? You can't endure a little hardship."
Lu Che treated the man who scolded him as a drunken man. He held his stomach and said in a contemptuous tone, "Even if I have to suffer, there is no reason not to give people food. Master, my stomach is acting up... Can you put me down and stop tormenting me? I want to go to the kitchen to find something."
She took back the gentle and considerate words that she had just heard from the drunken young master.
This man has absolutely no self-control.
He got drunk himself and she took care of him every time.
Now, she was feeling uncomfortable and sick, but the young master not only did not take care of her, he also wanted to carry her to bed and do that kind of thing.
It takes physical strength to do that kind of thing!
Isn't the young master afraid that she will run out of energy and die in bed
Lu Che complained in his heart, but he didn't notice that Lu Qilin, who was holding her, had a face that turned from blue to black and then from black to white.
After several changes, he said nothing. He contracted his strong arms, held the slightly petite body in his arms, and walked towards the restaurant.
"Master, I can do it myself..." Lu Che was wondering, but before he could finish his words, a burst of fragrance attracted all his attention.
The originally empty and deserted dining table was now filled with five or six different dishes.
The steaming hot porridge... The crispy fried dumplings...
After being stir-fried and heated, the smell of sauerkraut looks very appetizing...
There is also a serving of cold-mixed preserved eggs with diced red and green peppers!
Judging from the knife skills, all the cuts were neat and small, unlike Lu Che, who cut onions as big as cubes and cubes as big as blocks.
Lu Che's eyes were drawn to the table full of food, which was unusually sumptuous for her.
So fragrant, so warm, so delicious... Just looking at the table full of dishes made her stomach feel warm.
"Master, did you make all this? How did you do it? You've only been in the kitchen for less than an hour. You've never cooked before."
Others might think that Lu Qilin was a hidden talent, but Lu Che had followed him since he was a child.
No one knows better than Lu Che whether Lu Qilin can cook or not, and whether he has ever been in the kitchen. (To be continued)