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I didn't know that someone with gastritis could faint. But Song Yu did.
When I saw Song Yu fainted, I immediately contacted Wen Li. Wen Li seemed to be very worried about Song Yu and quickly brought a doctor.
However, the doctor's result made me feel a little unhappy.
"The patient has gastritis... He ate something unclean, so he fainted..."
"..." Damn it, what do you mean by eating unclean things? I prepared all the food Song Yu eats. Is this old Mongolian saying that the food I cook is unclean
Well, obviously yes.
I want to flip the table.
"An Yue, it has nothing to do with you. It's because A Yu is in poor health. He has never had a strong sense of taste since he was a child, but his stomach is very delicate..."
I am a little confused about what Wen Li means.
"What do you mean by a dull taste?"
Wen Li raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Didn't I tell you? Ayu can't taste anything. But his stomach is very fragile, so we have to pay attention to his diet."
Wen Li's explanation really surprised me. In my eyes, Song Yu was just a picky and willful child, but he had no sense of taste.
I felt my voice stuttering, "Well, then there is no sense of taste, and he also made me do this and that..."
"Hehe..." Wen Li smiled and gave me a more vague explanation, "It is precisely because I don't have it that I am particularly picky about myself..."
“…” What kind of divine logic is this
Anyway, Song Yu got sick, and I regretted it a bit. I shouldn't have given him so many snacks. I'm not good at making snacks, but I saw Song Yu eat them all up, so I thought he liked them very much, and sometimes I even gave him half-finished snacks to play a prank on him.
I didn’t expect…
He has no sense of taste at all.
Although such a person lives under the halo since birth, he cannot experience the basic aspects of life. Actually, if you think about it this way... he is a bit pitiful.
"Put away your stupid sympathy, I don't need it." Just as I was giving a caring look to the person on the bed, the person I cared about had already woken up.
Although his face was still as pale as ice, the voice he spoke was still so impolite.
"Humph, I don't. You just have no sense of taste, but you are good-looking and come from a wealthy family. We don't have many of the things you have... You don't deserve any sympathy at all..."
I said this, but poured him a glass of water.
"By the way, the doctor told you to take medicine." Although I knew he had no sense of taste, I still prepared honey water for him.
When he heard about taking medicine, the beautiful boy frowned, but I brought him the pills and he swallowed them obediently.
"You can't even taste the bitterness, why are you making such a conflicted expression?" I expressed my contempt for the way he frowned while taking the pills.
Song Yu looked down on me even more, "Don't you know I'm an actor? I like to act like I'm in pain when taking medicine. Is that not okay?"
“…” Well, he officially won.
When I left Song Yu's room, I looked back at him.
At this moment, he was sitting on the bed blankly, looking at the remaining pills in his hand.
The miserable expression he had before was now completely gone, and there was only a lonely and dead look in his narrow eyes. He swallowed the pill into his mouth, and unlike us who would swallow it immediately with a sip of water, he chewed it in his mouth as if he were chewing gum.
This is the first time I’ve seen such a perverted way of eating.
But at this moment, a slight feeling of sadness did come to my heart.
A person without a sense of taste cannot feel the sweetness, sourness, bitterness and spiciness that normal people can feel... How lonely his life will be.
Because of the taste issue, I have changed my opinion of Song Yu. I used to think he was willful and arrogant, but now I think he is just a lonely child.
Because I have more sympathy for him in my heart, it can be more or less reflected in my daily life.
I also know that Song Yu is such a proud child. He needs many things, but the only thing he doesn't need is a person's pathetic sympathy.
I thought I was being very patient, but Song Yu still found out.
But unlike the previous confrontation, he has become somewhat accepting of me.
"Why did you divorce Brother Zhuo Yang?" Song Yu sat on the bed and chatted with me while I served him a bowl of hot century egg and lean meat porridge.
"Divorce... because of personality incompatibility..." I smiled awkwardly, "Isn't it the most popular way to say personality incompatibility..."
"Liar." Song Yu concluded me.
I feel a little aggrieved. Actually, it's true that Zhuo Yang and I have different personalities, but this is not the most fundamental reason, we all know that.
In a loveless marriage, all quarrels and distances are just excuses.
There is no love, that is the real reason.
"What about you? What's going on between you and Hu Ling?" Tossing a ball, anyone can do it. I threw a ball to Song Yu.
When talking about Hu Ling, Song Yu really looked as if he had eaten shit. Knowing that he has no sense of taste, I have to give a thumbs up to his acting skills.
"A slutty woman wants to get ahead, it's a very simple question." In the past, Song Yu would not answer this question of mine, but today he was probably in a good mood and gave me an explanation that was not really an explanation.
"Then... Zhuoyang didn't say anything?" I asked carefully, and finally asked a question I really wanted to ask.
Isn't Hu Ling Zhuo Yang's woman? Given Zhuo Yang's personality, how could he tolerate Hu Ling having an affair with other men
Even if this is just a rumor.
"Another bowl."
In response, Song Yu just kept a cold face and continued to extend his hand towards me.
Asshole, brat, every time I ask you about the key points, you always fail to deliver. What a beautiful boy, you are so deep, I hate you the most!
I got another month's salary.
I'm going to celebrate for myself.
Ah Guo was busy defending his thesis and had no time to eat. Wen Li, I naturally didn't dare to spend too much time with him, because who knows what would happen next.
After thinking about it, I am still afraid of being alone.
So, I found Song Yu.
"Stupid woman, don't you know that I can't eat spicy food?" Song Yu was angry.
I fought back, "I didn't ask you to eat it, I just asked you to watch me eat it."
Song Yu: “…”
I have a special liking for hot pot.
Cheap and delicious hotpot.
But considering the feelings of the person I was treating, I still ordered a shabu-shabu hotpot.
"What kind of smell is that?"
Song Yu looked at my red face from the spiciness, hesitated for a second, and then asked.
I picked up a beef ball and put it in my mouth. After deeply savoring the spicy and numb taste, I described it to him.
"Probably, it's the collision of two sparks. There's a sizzling sound in the air, and then all your senses gather on the tip of your tongue. You feel the flame burning on your tongue, slowly spreading to your whole body. It's about to be extinguished, but you feel a very satisfying pleasure..."
"… sounds perverted." Song Yu also put a beef ball into his bowl. But he had the clear soup.
Suddenly, I felt even more sympathetic towards him.
However, despite this, I still enjoyed the meal. Song Yu also ate a lot, and every time, I described the feeling to him. He obviously couldn't taste the food, but he always showed the same pleasure as me.
We were all very happy, and finally we walked out the door, touching our bulging bellies.
It was getting dark, and I was too full from eating, so I suggested to Song Yu, "Well, should we go out for a walk to digest the food... Oh, you didn't bring your sunglasses..."
When going out, Song Yu wore a baseball cap. Now because it was too hot to eat hot pot, he took off the baseball cap and his sunglasses. A handsome face suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Will it cause trouble
I felt anxious and thought, I should go back.
Just then, I heard a muffled scream.
"Song Yu, why are you here?"
It can be seen that Hu Ling also loves hot pot.
This is the second time I have seen her and Zhuo Yang come to eat hotpot. It's so sad. Love really changes a person so much.
When Zhuo Yang and I were together, we never ate hotpot, but now he comes here with Hu Ling again and again.
I want to sing a song, is love really great
Of course, I can also see that Song Yu really dislikes Hu Ling.
When he saw Hu Ling, he just raised his eyes indifferently, with a flash of disgust in his eyes. Only when he saw Zhuo Yang beside him did his expression ease slightly.
"Brother Zhuo Yang."
Zhuo Yang nodded, but his eyes glanced at me standing behind Song Yu.
Strangely, his face looked a little dark.
I pulled Song Yu's sleeve and said, "Well, I'm going back first."
"Wait..." Song Yu shook his head, "I'll go back with you."
At this time, Zhuo Yang finally spoke, "You live together?"
Before I could answer, Hu Ling called out, "Song Yu, have you been living with her all this time?"
Why are these people looking at me as if I have touched Song Yu? Please, I don’t want to live with Song Yu either, wait…
We didn't even live together, we were just in next door rooms, okay.
However, Song Yu actually nodded, took my hand, and smiled.
“She cooks delicious food.”
Zhuo Yang smiled, or should it be a sneer, "I heard that you even hired a doctor. I'm very happy that you haven't been poisoned to death by her."
"… "
Damn Zhuo Yang, he's getting more and more venomous. I was about to fight back, but Song Yu shook his head seriously, "No, but it has something to do with her. Well, the food she made was so delicious, so I couldn't bear to leave any, I just ate too much."
Suddenly, after Song Yu finished speaking, Zhuo Yang's expression became a little ugly.
Hu Ling next to him continued to cover her mouth, "Song Yu, you must be kidding, don't you never eat anything except what your cook makes?"
Song Yu ignored her, just held my hand and nodded to Zhuo Yang, "Brother Zhuo Yang, I'm leaving first."