Lu Jing walked into the inpatient department wearing a soft white woolen sweater, with the wind blowing at her feet.
Different from the melancholy look on her face in the past, today she has a rosy complexion and long hair disheveled. She looks very happy with the spring breeze blowing on her face.
Even her voice sounded higher than usual: "Achuan! Let's eat dumplings for lunch!"
Lu Chuan put away the tablet and then looked up at her: "Why are you so happy?"
Lu Jing opened the thermal bag in her hand on the table, turned back and smiled at him: "Is there any?"
Lu Chuan:......
If you don't smile when you look back, it won't be so obvious.
"Did something bad happen to Zhou Yongzhi?"
Thinking about it carefully, the only thing that can make his mother look so happy at this time is her scumbag ex-husband being unlucky?
Lu Jing had already taken out two huge thermos boxes, opening the lids and yelling at him:
"What are you talking about? That's your dad! Even if you wish him bad luck, what does it have to do with me? Bad luck."
Then you are so happy that you are so happy...
Lu Chuan simply stopped asking.
At this moment, Lu Jing handed him a heavy thermal box - it was really a big box, filled with dumplings, there were thirty or fifty of them!
There is some vinegar in the small compartment next to it, but not much.
At this moment, the fragrance of dumplings and the sour aroma of vinegar hit his face. Lu Chuan swallowed involuntarily, feeling that his dormant appetite was suddenly awakened.
"So many dumplings? Mom, let's divide it between the two of us -"
Halfway through his words, he saw Lu Jing sitting in front of the hospital bed and opening the same type of insulated box he was holding. There were probably only a few less dumplings in it than his.
"Mom," Lu Chuan hesitated: "Are there too many dumplings?"
But no one answered him.
I saw Lu Jing eagerly picking up a chubby dumpling and stuffing it directly into her mouth.
After wolfing down three meals in a row, she remembered that she had a sick son, so she quickly raised her head to look at him and urged him without hesitation:
"Eat quickly, eat quickly!"
Lu Chuan was silent for a moment and then picked up the chopsticks.
After staying in the hospital for a long time, he didn't have a good appetite, but now he smelled the fragrance of dumplings and suddenly felt his stomach growling.
Until a dumpling enters the mouth, the indescribable fragrance is intertwined with the aroma of meat, and the fresh juice bursts into the mouth...
Lu Chuan slowly chewed and swallowed the dumpling, and then aimed at the next one without raising his head.
This silent eating and broadcasting party lasted until halfway through, until the ward door, which was ajar, was suddenly knocked open.
Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man also wearing a hospital gown. He had neat short hair and dark skin. He had a crutch under his arm and one leg was wrapped tightly.
He was holding his cane, and his serious eyebrows suddenly became embarrassed, and then he smiled sheepishly: "Um...cough...I...then what...what are you eating?"
Lu Chuan met his gaze. He had never experienced anything like this in his life, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Lu Jing beside her smiled, and the man standing outside the door had red cheeks and looked even more embarrassed.
She quickly tried to suppress her smile: "Sorry, sorry - the dumplings we ate were shepherd's purse and pork."
As she got closer, she could clearly see the throat of the man opposite her rolling, and then even the base of his ears turned red:
"Where did you buy it?"
After he asked, seeing that Lu Jing was silent, he quickly explained: "I live in the ward across the street, and the smell is so fragrant, it's getting fragrant and fragrant. I can't help it... I'm sorry."
It is indeed embarrassing to think about a man in his forties or fifties coming to ask him because he was greedy for a mouthful of dumplings.
He turned around and planned to escape from this ward where people could die.
And when Lu Jing saw him like that, she felt embarrassed - the dumplings were indeed delicious, she had eaten so much last night, and now when people asked her, why was she still laughing?
So he quickly shouted: "Well... if you don't mind, I have more. Bring a bowl over and give you some."
The man opposite was lame on one leg and hurriedly went back to get the bowl. It seemed that he said he was sorry, but in his heart he couldn't wait to eat.
Lu Chuan watched her take out half of the dumplings in her lunch box and endured it, but finally couldn't hold it back:
"I can eat it."
Lu Jing looked at him angrily: "I can eat it too! But I had a stomachache last night, so I lost my memory at noon and cooked so much..."
She tried hard to hide her reluctance and put on an indifferent expression: "It happens that someone likes to eat, so I can control my appetite."
"By the way, Ah Chuan, please put a few out of your bowl. When I was cooking the dumplings, I just wanted to make you eat more. I forgot that you didn't have a big appetite some time ago, so don't overstuff your stomach."
After saying that, he took the lunch box in his hand without any refusal and sighed:
"Do you think I have been in the imperial capital for too long? Why do you think the shepherd's purse in my hometown is so delicious?"
"From home?"
Lu Chuan was surprised.
"Yes," Lu Jing looked at him: "Didn't you leave our address for the little girl last time? Last night, Fengfeng Express delivered ten kilograms of wild vegetables from Ning Province, most of which were shepherd's purse."
"When I saw how tender it was, I quickly bought meat dumplings again."
I just didn’t expect it to be so delicious. I originally cooked ten dumplings with the intention of trying them as a late night snack, but ended up cooking pot after pot and finishing ten and ten...
I ate a total of thirty pieces, swallowed two Jianweixiaoshi tablets, and tossed and turned in the middle of the night before falling asleep.
But don’t tell your children these things in detail, it would be embarrassing.
But this was enough to surprise Lu Chuan.
He thought of the WeChat message he sent that day, but there was no movement anymore, and suddenly he felt happy:
This girl really didn't tell any lies. She just gave wild vegetables when she said she would.
This kind of character made Lu Chuan relieved - he was really afraid that the other party would come up to him and ask for repayment or thanks for his kindness.
Therefore, I let go of all my inner resistance.
Then I reluctantly tasted the remaining dumplings, feeling more and more that this address was worth it.
At this time, the patient from across the street knocked on the door, and the old man shyly handed over a lunch box, which made Lu Jing almost laugh again.
She tried her best to hold it in, and then filled it with dumplings.
The patient at the door was ashamed and embarrassed, and his stomach was growling unsatisfactorily. The mother and son in the ward looked over.
The middle-aged man simply broke the jar and said, "Did you make these dumplings yourself? Where did the vegetables and meat come from? They taste so good! Just smelling the aroma makes my mouth water."
Lu Jing handed the lunch box back: "Yes, the meat is black pork bought in the supermarket, but the shepherd's purse was sent by a little girl from the countryside..."
She smiled sheepishly, obviously not intending to give out the contact information for the dishes.
The man opposite was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, and quickly turned around and picked up two bags of fruit from the ground at the door:
"Then... I'm really sorry. Thank you."
After saying that, he put the fruit at the door, his crutches clenched, and he quickly entered his ward without giving anyone a chance to refuse.