Chapter 282: Returning to China with Unpredictability (1)
Some scars cannot be touched because they hurt when touched.
So she would choose to avoid seeing him.
But why did he feel like he was in another world the moment he said he wanted to eat vegetable porridge?
In fact, she even suspected that he had recovered some memories. But the look on his expression didn't look like it at all. Instead, it looked like he had been used to it for a long time.
Li Xiaoyou didn't dare to think any more, but her busyness at the moment brought back the feeling of being busy in the kitchen that afternoon a few years ago.
She even remembered the happy feeling of being able to wash her hands and make soup for the person she loved at that moment.
And at this moment, there is more remembrance.
Mu Chenfeng stared blankly at her walking back and forth in the small kitchen.
He actually had the same feeling that a woman he had been dreaming about for many years was now appearing in front of him.
He tilted his head slightly, and every time he looked at her, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Here comes the porridge!" Li Xiaoyou brought the bowls and chopsticks to his bedside. After gently placing them on the small table in front of him, he suddenly found himself at a loss.
Mu Chenfeng gently picked up the spoon on the side, his face still pale due to excessive blood loss.
"Eat slowly, it will be hot!" Seeing him picking up the spoon and about to eat, Li Xiaoyou reminded him.
"Yeah." Mu Chenfeng responded in a low voice and leaned against the pillow with some difficulty. His wound was stretched and painful. But he didn't say anything, he just blew on the porridge in the small bowl in front of him.
Seeing him like this, Li Xiaoyou suddenly remembered the wound on his waist. Oops, how could she forget that he was injured? She reached over, picked up the bowl without any explanation, and snatched his spoon without refusal.
All these movements were done very naturally and very quickly, so fast that Mu Chenfeng had no time to be surprised.
Li Xiaoyou took a small spoonful of porridge with a spoon, blew it on himself first and then, and then slowly brought it to his mouth after he felt it was much cooler and less scalding.
"Thank you." Mu Chenfeng opened his mouth and drank the porridge she fed him. A feeling of peace of mind spread in his mouth. He seemed to be concentrating and bit the small spoon together.
"Don't spit it out!" Li Xiaoyou put carrots in the porridge and suddenly remembered that he didn't like eating that.
"Huh?" Mu Chenfeng swallowed the porridge, let go of the spoon and asked with a smile, "What did you spit out?"
Li Xiaoyou was stunned for a moment, and then thought that Bai Jinrou had probably changed his dislike of carrots!
"It's nothing, I'm just afraid that you'll spit it out if it's too hot and waste the food." She smiled and continued to feed him.
Mu Chenfeng laughed lowly and continued to eat his "An Xin" vegetable porridge. His sharp eyes moved, but he saw the wound on her index finger.
"Why are you so careless?" He grabbed her index finger and scolded her gently.
"You're pampered." Li Xiaoyou smiled and didn't take it to heart, taking advantage of the situation and grabbing the money.
Mu Chenfeng frowned, a gloomy look shrouded his forehead. He stretched out his long arm and pressed the call button with difficulty.
Soon, the nurse heard the sound and came over.
"Mr. Zhuo, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" the nurse asked, speaking Japanese-style Chinese.
Mu Chenfeng looked at Li Xiaoyou, grabbed her injured hand, handed it to the nurse, and said, "Bandage her hand."
The nurse was stunned for a moment, then said with a professional smile. "Such a small wound may heal more slowly if it is bandaged!"
"Are you a nurse? You should bandage her when she is injured, right?" Mu Chenfeng suddenly sank, and his face changed so quickly that no one could notice it.