Yu Nianbing leaned on the sofa, looked at Song Shiyue who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, stuffing the last steamed bun into her mouth with a satisfied face, sighed softly in her heart, and felt a bit of a headache.
How did things become like this? Yu Nianbing looked at the empty steamer on the table, and couldn't help but raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.
What was it that fascinated me a few minutes ago? Why did he agree to let this guy round up the steamed buns he hadn't finished eating
When Song Shiyue was sent in, the doctor said, if she woke up, drink some porridge lightly and see the situation. Yu Nianbing only prepared a bowl of rice porridge for her.
Seeing the rice porridge disappearing at an astonishing speed, but Song Shiyue was still beating the drum in her belly, Yu Nianbing asked Song Shiyue for his opinion to see if it was Xingwang who placed an order and asked Ciming Cafeteria to deliver some Come up with food.
For this proposal, the little girl shyly agreed, and then Yu Nianbing ordered some food.
later…
What happened afterwards
Yu Nianbing's hands rubbing the center of his brows became heavier by two points.
Is it the longing eyes that can't help but look at the steamer on the table frequently
Is it the gurgling sound in my stomach that pretended not to care when I found it and looked away
In this way, Yu Nianbing naturally had some guesses. Thinking about Song Shiyue's bad day today, his heart softened, and he said: "Those are already cold, so you can't eat them. The doctor told you to eat lightly. But if you want to eat, you can also order another cage."
What kind of eyes are those
Layers upon layers of hope and joy, like flowers, bloomed in the eyes of the little girl.
Especially after he was sure that he would not continue to eat those cold steamed buns, he leaped off the hospital bed quickly...
Before eating something with an owner, of course the original owner's consent must be sought.
Yu Nianbing remembered his head, shaking it again and again...
But after all, in the blooming flowers that seem to have light, I clicked a little bit.
For a moment, Yu Nianbing felt that shaking his head was cruel. Shaking my head, what I refused was not to let her eat the leftover steamed stuffed buns, but to kill a sincere expectation and hope...
As if being bewitched, he nodded.
Then, I can only find one for myself, the other party just attempted suicide, it is a good thing to want to eat, it is better not to dismiss it, not to stimulate the other party, such a reason.
However, Song Shiyue didn't look like someone who attempted suicide.
Ever since Song Shiyue woke up from the hospital bed, Yu Nianbing had more than once forgotten that she had committed suicide a few hours ago.
It's a pity that since childhood, Yu Nianbing has never eaten other people's leftovers, and of course he has never let others eat his own.
Although the Xiaolongbao is made one by one, it looks better than a plate of leftovers, but they are still leftovers...
Just watching Song Shiyue eating the steamed buns that she didn't finish, Yu Nianbing's face felt a little hot.
Fortunately, the rice porridge also comes with chopsticks, otherwise it really wouldn't work...
Song Shiyue really didn't understand Yu Nianbing's entanglement.
How precious food is in the last days, I am afraid that people living in the normal world will never be able to appreciate it. In the last days, even a few handfuls of edible weeds and grass roots can cause some disputes. And half a bowl of Achnatherum splendens soup, one or two mouthfuls of bad wood and Chinese vegetables, can kill people. Not to mention, these steamed buns are too cold to eat, and the disputes caused in the last days are probably similar to those in the busy streets of the normal world, holding a sack of diamonds and tossing them while walking.
In the seven years of the last days, even in the first one or two years, pork was only occasionally tasted from the lucky canned and sealed foods with a longer shelf life. Those latter things were either impossible to find, or they were too expired to eat. As for the domesticated animals that were found to be mutated like stone-footed white-skinned pigs later, if they were not made according to the correct recipe, the taste would be a disaster.
Such as Xiaolongbao, fresh meat wrapped in flour, and it takes a lot of time and effort to eat, Song Shiyue really dare not dream about it. I was afraid that when I woke up, the saliva would soak the mattress.
Cold steamed buns, the skin is a bit tough, wrapped with semi-condensed soup and slightly warm meat filling, no need to bite the skin in advance to drink the soup, just roll it in the vinegar dish, and then whole stuff it in your mouth.
Before biting it, the vinegar juice moistened the tip of the tongue, making it sour and refreshing.
Originally, Song Shiyue was very hungry and greedy. If she hadn't consciously controlled it, her body might not be able to hold it first, and she couldn't wait to chew, and with the tip of her tongue moving, the whole thing would be sent into her empty stomach.
The teeth hurriedly bit open the thin layer of skin, the semi-condensed gravy locked inside, the fragrance was slightly sweet, and it overwhelmed the jealousy before, and finally it was not hungry. Swallow it straight away.
After only two bites, Song Shiyue's eyes turned red uncontrollably.
What kind of fairy place is this, without the ubiquitous smell of corpses, and the food is so delicious.
Even the cold steamed stuffed bun was the ultimate delicacy that Song Shiyue hadn't tasted in these years.
It is really a very lucky thing to be able to be a human being in another life. If you possessed the body of flowers and plants, how could there be happiness at this time.
There was no time to talk to Yu Nianbing who was next to him, so Song Shiyue just finished off the remaining six xiaolongbao in the steamer one by one.
Song Shiyue didn't put down her chopsticks until the steamer and her mouth were empty.
Yu Nianbing subconsciously glanced at Xingwang: "The food delivery is coming soon. Hmm... Your manager seems to be here soon. Do you want to contact him?"
Contact... Starnet...
Song Shiyue hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
Although he has received the original owner's memory, he doesn't seem to have acquired the original owner's skills except that he doesn't resonate with the original owner's feelings.
Relying on the original owner's memory of operating the star network, Song Shiyue can certainly use it, but he is definitely not very skilled in operation. For this kind of thing, I should wait until I am alone, and then explore it carefully.
Yu Nianbing didn't know that Song Shiyue's shaking of the head was because the manager was almost here anyway, so there was no need to contact her? I still don't want my manager to know about the suicide...
Earlier, Yu Nianbing had seen Song Shiyue's suicide note on the table poked out of the wall, and had some understanding of her current situation. Song Shiyue's previous appearance couldn't be left in the hospital. Yu Nianbing looked at her suicide note and was very grateful and sorry for her manager. Compared to that father, Yu Nianbing still chose to contact Song Shiyue's manager.
However, I didn't expect Song Shiyue to be in such a good state after waking up...
Yu Nianbing wanted to speak, but hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything.
People who are not very relevant at first, seeing this matter, help here, it's about the same. As for what will happen to Song Shiyue in the future, whether he can give up the idea of suicide, or how to deal with the mess at home, it is not his responsibility to participate, Yu Nianbing warned himself.
Yu Nianbing fell silent here, but Song Shiyue realized that when her manager came over, Yu Nianbing should leave.
"Thank you very much today." Song Shiyue thanked you sincerely, and said again, with a little embarrassment, "That wall... why don't you find someone to repair it first? I'll pay later. Or you're not in a hurry If you don't, you can wait until I go out to find someone. I'm really causing you trouble... "
Yu Nianbing always remembered not to provoke a person who attempted suicide. It's just that when Qiu Yishan was there before, she said a few words in a hurry, and I don't know how long Song Shiyue woke up and how much she listened to. But later, it was Song Shiyue who performed very well from the moment she woke up, and she didn't seem to have any psychological problems at all. Yu Nianbing didn't dare to relax, and didn't mention suicide-related matters at all, and only talked to her about eating and drinking. .
At this moment, Song Shiyue took the initiative to mention the wall.
Yu Nianbing, who had already made up his mind not to get involved any more and just quietly waited for Song Shiyue's manager to come, finally couldn't hold back and asked, "So, do you know what happened to that wall? "
"..." Song Shiyue turned her head to look at the somewhat messy hospital bed, "Well... maybe it's... a quality problem?"
Believe in your evil... Why don't you say that you are the chosen one, and the sky collapsed the wall to save you? Is the half of the table that was poked over fake
Yu Nianbing complained for a while, but did not continue to ask.
I don't know what's going on, it's obviously just a matter of calling the police, but step by step, the more I control the more...
Yu Nianbing looked at Song Shiyue, who was still pretending nothing happened, with some annoyance, and blamed everything on the quality of the house. The latter seemed to sense her gaze, turned his head, looked at each other briefly, and then looked away again.
Yes, those eyes.
Clear, surprised, joyful, expectant, sincere, innocent, cunning...
Vibrant…
People can't help but compromise a little more.
Yu Nianbing thought about it. Many things he did today seemed to be something he would not do normally. He frowned subconsciously, stopped looking at Song Shiyue, and turned his head to look elsewhere.
Song Shiyue's manager arrived outside the door together with the meal delivered by Ciming Canteen.
Ciming is a very high-end hospital on Beichen Star. He is the boy who delivers meals in the canteen. sense.
And Song Shiyue's manager, Wang Mancang, who appeared outside the door together with the delivery boy, looked a bit shabby.
He was dressed in a black suit, with a fat belly that couldn't be held, mud spots below his knees, a big sack in his left hand, and another in his right...
He doesn't look like an entertainment company's manager, but rather a relative from the country who comes to visit someone sick.
What Yu Nianbing knew about Song Shiyue before, was only what she said after confessing the incident. Qiu Yishan went to check and came back. As for Wang Mancang, I really don't know him at all.
It was Song Shiyue who watched the surveillance and nodded, and Yu Nianbing believed that the fat man with two sacks and a muddy body was really her manager, and opened the door.
Wang Mancang entered the door without even wiping off his sweat. He looked Song Shiyue up and down, and seeing that she seemed to be fine, he pointed at her angrily and muttered a few words.
As Yu Nianbing listened, Wang Mancang tossed and turned and muttered "you child", "you are really", "this child..." It seemed that he couldn't say anything new. But when he came in, his attention was all on Song Shiyue, and at this moment he was so angry that he hated iron for not being steel. It should be similar to what was said in the suicide note, and he still cared about Song Shiyue. of.
When Wang Mancang arrived, they had something to say, Yu Nianbing didn't plan to stay here, so he interrupted Wang Mancang's chatter and prepared to leave.
The words of gratitude are collected in a basket, which is naturally in Nian Bing's expectation.
It's just... this sack... what's going on
Yu Nianbing stood outside the ward with a still moving big bag, looked back at the closed ward door, and couldn't help but sighed deeply.
The delivery boy who came out with Yu Nianbing stretched out his friendly hand and took the sack.
Yu Nianbing followed his little brother and took two steps outside, but couldn't help but turn around and glance at the door of the ward again.
Is that bowl of porridge, two flower rolls, and two side dishes enough for her
Turning around for only a brief moment, Yu Nianbing smiled helplessly and shook his head, what was he thinking. This matter is over, such an embarrassing thing has happened, and he will be just a stranger in the future.
What Yu Nianbing didn't know was that almost at the same time, Song Shiyue also glanced at the door in the ward. What I thought in my heart was, it's a pity that a confession, a suicide, and the only two encounters were all bad. Otherwise, maybe they have a chance to be friends.
It's a pity that those who can share food are good people.
Although a little regretful, Song Shiyue didn't sigh for too long.
It's really... the original manager, it's hard to describe...
Song Shiyue looked at what Wang Mancang took out from the sack, and raised her hand to rub her forehead dumbfounded.
Feng Shui took turns, Yu Nianbing left, it was Song Shiyue's turn to have a headache.
The author has something to say:
[In another life, it is really a very lucky thing to be able to be a human being. If you possessed the body of flowers and plants, how could there be happiness at this time.]
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