Xiang Xiaochuang held the coffee pot with his re-bandaged left hand, and skillfully turned off the gas stove with his right hand.
"Wow, luckily the quality of the coffee pot is good, and dry burning did not cause a fire." Xiang Xiaochuang smiled. Thinking of the consequences of sending himself to the hospital, he immediately glanced at Du Jiawen guiltily.
"My hands are bad, but I'm still holding a pot!" Du Jiawen said angrily. The whole kitchen was filled with the bitter smell of coffee, and he couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
I never thought that I would have a day of panic.
"I'm sorry..." Xiang Xiaochuang said in a low voice, turned on the faucet, and wanted to rinse the coffee pot.
"Your hand is injured and you don't know how to restrain it! Leave it alone, and you can kiss it after washing it tomorrow. Don't rush it for a while." He frowned, and the kitchen really looked a bit smoky. "You make your porridge first, and then
Take medicine and go to bed early."
Xiang Xiaochuang suggested in a low voice: "I still have half a hamburger, it will be almost done after eating it..."
"You can't eat anything too greasy in your stomach. It's better to make porridge. It'll be quick." Du Jiawen frowned impatiently and tore off the wrapping paper himself.
Xiang Xiaochuang quickly helped pour boiling water into the bowl and muttered: "But wasting is a very bad habit..."
Du Jiawen glared at him, and Xiang Xiaochuang immediately swallowed up the rest of his words.
"From now on, if you have a stomachache, just say it and seek medical treatment promptly, so as not to get into trouble like this and people see it and think I'm abusing women!"
Xiang Xiaochuang nodded perfunctorily and impatiently opened the lid. Du Jiawen put his hand on the back of her hand: "It's better to soak it until it softens. I'll help you bring it to the dining table. You can watch TV for a while."
"I don't like watching..." As soon as I objected, I felt that the temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. I quickly stopped talking, sat down on the sofa, and turned on the TV casually, regardless of the channel, and looked at it randomly.
Just take a few glances and you'll be fine.
After all, she had been embarrassed enough today, so it was better to do less than to do more. Although she couldn't sit still, Xiang Xiaochuang finally suppressed her temper. The volume of the TV was not turned up high, so she could
Go over the formula you memorized today in your head.
Perhaps because he was too focused, Du Jiawen didn't respond even after calling twice.
"Xiang Xiaochuang, is the TV so good?" Du Jiawen curiously turned to the front of the TV and saw an advertisement. But Xiang Xiaochuang was mumbling something, as if he was deep in thought.
I couldn't help but raise my voice, which shocked Xiang Xiaochuang. He jumped up reflexively. Seeing the confusion on his face, he explained sheepishly: "Watching TV is not interesting for me, so I just spent today."
Memorize the formulas... As you know, I have an exam in a few days and I can't afford to waste time."
Du Jiawen said nothing more, just walked towards the dining table calmly: "The porridge is ready."
"Oh." Xiang Xiaochuang agreed. Seeing that the lid of the porridge on the table had been opened, he sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Du."
"Not Mr. Du!" Du Jiawen retorted lightly.
Xiang Xiaochuang took a mouthful of porridge and raised his head in confusion.
His lips suddenly curved upward: "You should call me Jiawen, or - Wen!"