hospital.
The sound of high heels hitting the ground faintly returns to the exclusive floor of the SVIP ward.
咚咚咚—
Very rhythmic.
Soon, it came to an abrupt end, accompanied by the sound of pushing the door, which suddenly appeared abrupt in the quiet corridor.
The sick person naturally found out, and at the same time the door was pushed open, the gentle and smiling eyes fell on the person who entered.
Miao Miaowei was startled: "...woke you up?"
"Not asleep."
She then walked towards the hospital bed, put down the fruit basket in her hand, and sat on the chair: "Why are you sick?"
"Acute gastroenteritis." Shen Chunhang said lightly. If it weren't for the needle on the back of his hand and the bottle connected to the hose, his credibility would be higher.
"what did the doctor say?"
"Keep it."
"anything else?"
"... Taboo."
Miao Miao nodded and said softly, "Can I eat now?"
"can."
"What do you want to eat?"
A bright light flashed across the man's eyes, too fast to catch: "You can eat anything?"
"Within the doctor's advice, try to be as light as possible. Tell me, I'll buy it right away."
Shen Chunhang looked down, still smiling at the corners of his mouth, but Miao Miao felt a little lighter than before, as if his emotions... were not so high.
"How about..." Miao Miao blinked, tentatively, "I'll do it for you?"
The man raised his eyes sharply: "Can you? Will it be too troublesome?"
"It just happens that my home is not far away. There is a vegetable market opposite. If you start to prepare now, you should be able to eat it around seven o'clock."
"Thank you so hard!"
Miao Miao smiled and waved his hand: "You don't dislike my craftsmanship."
"Change the name."
"What?" Miao Miao was stunned.
"I look very old?"
"what?"
"you answer me first."
"... No." She shook her head.
There is no hint of flattery, and his eyes are sincere.
Although Shen Chunhang is standing at the end of the year, he is gentle and personable, coupled with a good appearance and a gentle temper. There is no middle-aged blessing, no hair loss, or loss of hair loss. He said that he was believed by someone at the age of 20, how could it be compatible? The word "old"
For this question, Miao Miao was a little confused.
The man half-joked, half-seriously said: "Then why do you always call me'you'?"
"Shouldn't it?"
"Why should it?"
"Principal, you should be used as a teacher of course."
Shen Chunhang sternly said: "But you have already graduated."
"Isn't there a saying: Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life?"
Shen Chunhang: "..."
Got it! It’s better to call "you" if you are a father.
The man had a headache.
Miao Miao looked at him questioningly and innocently, seemingly understanding, "Is there any problem with this...?"
"… No."
"Then I will go home to eat first, and come back around seven o'clock."
"Ok."
"That's right," she got up, walked to the door, and suddenly turned her head. She was caught off guard and caught the man's intently eyes. She paused for a while, "... I forgot to ask, do you have anything you want to eat?"
"Either way, I don't choose."
Miao Miao smiled: "Okay, then I will be free to play."
"Ok."
…
After leaving the hospital, Miao Miao went to the vegetable market first.
In addition to some fresh vegetables, I also specially bought millet at the grain and oil store.
She usually prefers rice for cooking porridge. As a southerner, she is more accustomed to and prefers the "white fat man", while Shen Chunhang is on the contrary, he prefers yellow orange millet.
After cooking for him for such a long time, Miao Miao knew everything about this man's preferences.
First, it is the accumulation of time.
Secondly, it is also the result of careful observation.
If you say you like someone, you can't help but want to know everything about him.
Miaomiao's likes to be sneaky, and even understands it calmly.
She doesn't need such behavior to prove her "like", nor does she feel that doing so will lead to a good end.
Just follow your heart, think like this, and do it.
That's it.
After choosing the necessary things, Miao Miao seized the time to go home.
Boiling water, cooking porridge, washing vegetables, cold dressing, and seasoning.
Finally, I put it in a thermos and cleaned the kitchen. I looked at the time and felt it was almost time. I went out and went straight to the hospital.
It's seven and five.
Miao Miao appeared in the ward again.
"So punctual?" Shen Chunhang raised his head and smiled.
While speaking, he closed the book in his hand and put it aside, then he took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "What are you doing? Come and sit down."
Only then did Miao Miao react, closed the door, and walked to the bed.
"I rarely see you wearing glasses..." she said, opening the thermos and taking out the dishes in the middle compartment.
There are soft and mashed carrots, faintly green lettuce, neatly sliced celery, purple-skinned eggplant, and fragrant cucumber. They are made into five concentric fans, forming a standard circle as a whole.
The color is eye-catching and the fragrance is attractive.
Just a glance makes one's index finger move.
Look at the millet porridge in the thermos. The consistency is moderate and the softness is suitable. It is too much to cook for a minute, and it is not enough for a minute to cook. It is not too much, just right.
Shen Chunhang couldn't even take care of the conversation, and he had already lost all his attention by the food in front of him.
Of course, there are women who cook such delicacies...
Following those busy hands and moving upward, the man's gaze swam past the woman's slender forearm, to the shoulders, and over the neck, and finally fell on the quiet face with his eyes down.
Miao Miao seemed to feel something, raised her eyes slightly, and turned into puzzlement and doubt in the next second: "How do you look at me like this?"