I don’t know if it’s because he was in the hospital a few days ago and I always saw little of him and couldn’t touch him. Now I was listening to the sound of rushing water and seeing the man standing there alive, with the lights in the bathroom Landing on his head, looking at the way his slightly longer hair looked smooth, she had a real feeling that this man was standing in front of her alive.
"Would you like me to shave your hair?" Feng Ling said this out of nowhere.
Li Nanheng turned off the faucet, raised his hand and waved it in the air, touched the towel, wiped his hand clean, turned around and walked out slowly in her direction.
Seeing how quickly he could find all the directions and angles in the approximately ten square meters bathroom, Feng Ling consciously took a step back in front of the door to make room for him.
Until Li Nanheng successfully walked out with his own sense of direction, she looked at the direction on the other side of the sofa and said, "Would you like to try walking to the sofa from here?"
As a result, the man stopped moving at this time, stood on the spot, and slowly raised his hand, intending to ask her to help him.
Feng Ling didn't know why. It was obviously at an angle to the sofa, so it shouldn't be difficult to find. He could find so many things in the bathroom clearly.
"I can't walk anymore, I'm tired." The man gave her a concise answer.
Feng Ling: "..."
But he was indeed very weak, and it was normal for him to lose strength after taking a few steps.
She had no choice but to help him walk back. It wasn't until he sat down again that she heard the man casually say: "Why do you suddenly want to shave my head?"
"I see that your hair is a little longer." She said as she reached out and touched his hair. It was about three centimeters longer than the usual length. The hairstyle that usually looked very cool now looked inexplicably a little bit longer. good.
"I remember that you could only use a razor to shave your head to the shortest length, without any styling at all." Li Nanheng made no secret of his dislike of her: "It's lucky that I stopped you from shaving your own head, otherwise you would look like a little nun. I'm afraid it will add a very strong color to your past life."
Feng Ling: "..."
"Let's not do it now. I can't see anyway. Whether it's long, short, ugly or good-looking has nothing to do with me. At most, it's an eyesore for you." Li Nanheng said as he fumbled and picked up the blanket on the sofa again. , the patient put the blanket back on his legs with a very conscious attitude, and said slowly: "I'm hungry."
"There are no ingredients at home." Feng Ling didn't care about him because he was an injured patient. He just rolled his eyes at him secretly and picked up his phone directly: "I'll see if there are any fresh food in the nearby supermarket. Ask them to bring the ingredients."
"Um."
After Feng Ling made the call, he asked a few questions, then looked back in the direction of Li Nanheng: "What do you want to eat?"
"fish."
Feng Ling paused, apologized to the other party on the phone, hung up the phone, and turned around and said: "There is no very fresh fish in the nearby supermarket, unless you go to a large supermarket further away, or go to the aquatic product market , can’t you change it to the same one?”
The man pondered for a while, not knowing whether to think about changing something or to remain silent because he really wanted to eat fish.
Feng Ling saw that it was getting late, and any further delay would be a waste of time, so he made a decision directly: "Let's eat something simple today, and I'll drive back to buy fish tomorrow, okay?"
These three words "good or not" carry a bit of inexplicable warmth and doting that she has never heard from her before. It is a bit like her attitude when talking to little Momo, but she has thrown away the attitude when talking to her children. That deliberately soft tone, obviously a very natural tone, made Li Nanheng inexplicably feel that his soul was about to be sublimated at this moment.
If he had known that an injury and a pair of blind eyes would give him this side of Feng Ling, he would have stabbed himself in the eyes a long time ago.
"Yeah." The man responded reluctantly.
Feng Ling actually felt that the liquid food and nutritious meals he had eaten in the hospital a few days ago were really unpalatable. Even though they were prepared by top nutritionists, they had no taste and were all for the sake of nutrition. Doing it without taking into account people's normal taste at all, Li Nanheng was equivalent to eating boiled water for so many days.
Now that he is discharged from the hospital, although he still needs less oil and salt, at least he can eat some delicious food normally. She doesn't want to treat his stomach too badly. After all, he has really lost a lot of weight now. Since he was still in Washington, Comparing time, he lost at least fifteen pounds before and after.
She had to feed him these fifteen pounds as soon as possible.
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In the evening, Feng Ling made several dishes using fresh ingredients delivered by supermarkets near her home. Of course, they were all low in oil and salt and easy to digest. While she was busy in the kitchen, her phone was still full of nutritional recipes and various recipes. Recipe page.
After Li Nanheng took the medicine, he had closed his eyes and rested on the sofa for several hours. Feng Ling asked him to go back to the bedroom to sleep, but he didn't go. He only said that he would sleep better if he listened to her busy work in the kitchen. , Feng Ling couldn't understand, but let him go. Anyway, he didn't have the strength to run outside by himself.
Just after finishing the meal, Feng Ling washed her hands and walked out of the kitchen. At this moment, she heard the doorbell ringing and hurried over to open the door.
As a result, when I opened the door, I saw Xiao Xu standing outside the door, holding two old hens that I didn't know where he got from somewhere, with a faint twitching expression on his face, as if he was afraid of the two chickens in his hands.
"How did you..."
Before Feng Ling could say anything, Xiao Xu quickly carried the two old hens in. Because the chickens' feet were tied, they were not afraid of running away. They just fell to the ground and clucked. Feng Ling's expression was a little confused by this scene.
"Who is that, your cousin, is her name Qin Shuke? She didn't know where she found my phone number, and asked me to send you two old hens. She said they were for Boss Li to drink chicken soup to replenish his body, so that you wouldn't have to worry about it. You can’t buy good chickens in those markets, and they even asked someone to go to the farm to find two fat and big chickens, so, these are the two!”
After saying that, Xiao Xu took a step back in disgust: "My mother is not afraid of carrying a gun on the battlefield, but she has been afraid of these sharp-mouthed things since she was a child. She actually asked me to send chickens here. It's really terrible!"
Feng Ling was looking down at the two chickens when Li Nanheng's voice came across from the sofa behind her: "I am recovering from my injuries, not confinement, what kind of hens can you give me?"
Xiao Xu chuckled: "Boss, you can't accept it. Your current state is worse than that of someone doing confinement care. Next time I will ask someone to get two black-bone chickens to replenish your vitality. Look at your pale face. After raising it for so many days, it still looks like a pretty boy. I'm afraid it's so weak that it can't even lift a chicken, hahaha... "