Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it takes two months.
In the past two months, Leng Yan's injuries have almost healed. What's more gratifying is that Geng Chong also woke up more than a month ago. Although he is not as good as Leng Yan's recovery now, his basic actions are not seriously damaged.
It's right.
"It's so early, Brother Leng."
In the early morning, Geng Chong got up from the hospital bed and came to the lobby outside. He saw Leng Yan, who was moving in front of the window, and smiled and greeted.
"Good morning!" Leng Yan turned around and said, "How do you feel today."
"It's much better. As I say, I can be discharged from the hospital." Geng Chong stretched out his arms slightly and said. "Don't talk about you, I'm almost cured. Ningning and the others insist on letting me stay in the hospital." Leng Chong stretched out his arms slightly.
Yan smiled bitterly.
The two were talking, and footsteps came from outside. Two nurses came in first, and then Luo Ning appeared. "You have already gotten up, see what I have brought to you." Luo Ning raised his hand
The thermos in the middle.
"Well, nurse, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Can you check it for me?" Geng Chong saw this, his face changed slightly, and he frowned and said to the young nurse beside him. "Hey, Geng Chong, what do you mean by you,
I can’t take poison when I cook it?” Luo Ning raised his eyebrows.
"Tsk, ignore him, he won't eat." Luo Ning glanced at him and withdrew his gaze and said to Leng Yan. "Wife, I suddenly realized that I seemed to need the nurse to check it out." Leng Yan said with a bitter face.
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"Leng Yan, what do you say, say it again." Luo Ning's eyes widened and fierce light leaked. "Nothing, I said, my wife, the soup you stewed is my favorite. I have a good taste today."
With his tyranny, Leng Yan changed his words without any integrity.
Luo Ning laughed and said, "You change your mouth quickly, but you don't need to look like you are going to the mountain and the sea of fire. This soup was not stewed by me, but my mother stewed by me and brought it with me."
Leng Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it was not something that Luo Ning stewed himself. Luo Ning snorted and glanced at Leng Yan with a angrily look. He placed his left palm on Leng Yan's waist and twisted it, although he knew that he was in the kitchen.
Yiyidao really has no talent, but a woman's self-esteem makes Luo Ning a little unhappy.
"Drink while it's hot, it won't be good if it's cold." Open the thermos, a faint fragrance emanated, and it tasted good. Luo Ning served a bowl and handed it to Leng Yan for him to drink while it's hot.
Then he served another bowl for the nurse to deliver it to Geng Chong, who had already entered the ward.
Leng Yan smelled the aroma of chicken soup and couldn't help but open his appetite, but he did not start drinking immediately, but put down the soup bowl quietly. "What's wrong, don't you have an appetite?" Luo Ning asked strangely.
"I'm tired of drinking chicken soup all day long." Leng Yan said with a pout. "This is something that my mother finally stewed. I put a lot of ingredients in it. It's very nourishing and good for your body. Drink it quickly." Luo
Ning picked up the soup bowl and persuaded him.
"Feel me." Leng Yan said. "Why are you so old, you are still as a child, even more entangled than a little cold..." Luo Ning said with a funny look. Before he finished speaking, he saw Leng Yan turn his head,
He immediately changed his words and said, "Okay, I can feed you."
Shaking his head, Luo Ning scooped a spoonful of them and leaned over Leng Yan's lips. The latter just touched him for a moment and quickly turned his mouth aside, and his mouth was yelling that it was too hot.
Luo Ning frowned in confusion and brought the chicken soup into his mouth. The temperature was just right, the taste was mellow but not greasy, and it was not hot at all. Just as he was about to speak, the dark shadow in front of him was covered, Leng Yan had already held her in his arms.