Later, she thought, maybe it was because when she left the island, she might never see him again in this life, so she suddenly wanted to do something for him.
"Take care? What kind of care?" Qi Yan asked when he heard her words, tilting his long finger and propping his temple.
He was still running a fever, and his evil face was a little flushed.
The long and narrow peach blossom eyes looked a little tired, but they were still very serious.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and he said to himself again.
"That's right, you have to thank me very much. I am busy taking care of you every night, and I hardly have a day off. I feel my body is hollowed out. The title of best model worker is well-deserved!"
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
Thank you so much, when it came to his mouth, it took on color.
Tan Bengbeng didn't want to talk to him.
Walking forward, preparing to clean up all the cold dishes and meals on the table.
As soon as he picked up a dish, he slapped his hand, "Don't move, put it down!"
"..."
"This is a dish made for me. I haven't eaten it yet. Where do you want to take it?" Qi Yan took the dish from her hand and put it back in front of him.
Just as he picked up the chopsticks to eat, Tan Bengbeng grabbed his hand and frowned to remind him.
"It's really cold."
"Well, I can't bear to let me eat cold food and cold dishes, don't you hate me anymore? Do you still like me a little bit?" Qi Yan blinked his peach blossom eyes, and teased evilly.
"..."
Tan Bengbeng saw that he was not serious, and immediately let go.
Sit next to him, regardless of whether he lives or dies.
Anyway, she is a doctor, even if he has a fever, vomiting and diarrhea, she can treat him.
And as long as he looks like he is endangering the world even if he is alive, it may be a matter of accumulating virtue and blessings when he dies.
Qi Yan really picked up his chopsticks and slowly tasted the cold rice and cold dishes on the table.
Seeing Tan Bengbeng frowning all the time, wanting to come up to stop him but holding back, he suddenly asked.
"You're not curious, are the dishes you cook delicious?"
"..."
Looking at his malicious face, Tan Bengbeng subconsciously refused to ask this question.
She didn't have much confidence in her cooking skills, and she didn't expect to be able to cook better than the cooking machine.
Even if she does a good job, Qi Yan's annoying mouth can't say anything good, so it's good not to ridicule her.
Her silence at this time is the best choice.
But just because she didn't answer, it doesn't mean Qi Yan can't speak.
He picked up a piece of fish in front of him, put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes and chewed slowly.
An expression of enjoyment, as if tasting some delicacy in the world.
Is it so delicious
Tan Bengbeng sat up straight suddenly, with a vague sense of anticipation in his heart.
A little confused again.
Even if she cooks well, how delicious is the cold food.
Make him feel intoxicated in a dream
Qi Yan finally opened his eyes when he had aroused her appetite to the extreme and almost couldn't help asking him how it tasted.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
Raising the corner of his mouth, he spat out, "It's not as good as a cooking machine."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
She knew that nothing good came out of his mouth.
Tan Bengbeng was inexplicably angry, stood up from his chair, turned around and was about to leave.
As soon as he took a step, there was a wailing sound behind him.
When she turned her head, Qi Yan was already hugging her stomach, lying on the wheelchair, yelling that her stomach hurts.
Tan Bengbeng hurried forward and gave him a hand, "What do you think?"
In the next second, Qi Yan had already rubbed into her chest, "It's very comfortable now."
Tan Bengbeng: ...! !