Li Zhen brought many dishes, and the most amazing thing was a bottle of Lao Ganma.
When the wind blew in through the open window, the small table was already filled with dishes: green pepper and potato shreds, Lao Gan Ma mixed chicken nuggets, and beef ribs roasted to perfection, even cooked for seven or eight hours.
Rich and fragrant tomato oxtail soup.
When she opened the lid of the beef soup, Huang Xiaojue slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, Xiaojue, it's time to eat. The soup is so hot, it will be ready after a while."
He sat up and saw that she had brought a hot towel and toiletries and served him very skillfully. While she was washing his face, she murmured: "Have you noticed, Xiaoxiao? As long as you take a nap, you must brush your teeth, otherwise you will eat
Nothing tastes like..."
Washing his face, brushing his teeth, even when he lowered his head, he saw that he had been changed into a loose and comfortable T-shirt.
"These clothes are wide so they won't stick to the wound, you understand? Hey, your hair is all rotten. I have to take a look. You should be able to wash your hair tomorrow... Well, you can slowly sit up and move around. The weather is hot.
Yes, if you keep lying down and covering yourself, you might get lice..."
Lice?
He grinned and smiled.
These days he has been waking up and sleeping in a hazy state, and he never knows whether this is a dream or reality.
I pinched myself quietly, and the pain came. It turned out that it was real.
Yan Xixian turned around and happened to see this scene. She was startled and felt like a knife was in her heart. However, she immediately looked away and pretended not to see it. Her voice was still very light: "Xiaojue, come and eat some of this. If you are injured, eat it."
This is the best..."
This time, she was no longer the one feeding him, but she was eating with him.
This is what he desires most.
The roses outside the window had long since withered, but it did not affect the faint fragrance of flowers that came with the wind. Sometimes he looked at her, sometimes he lowered his head to eat, as if he could not believe this scene.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of twists and turns, we have been waiting for this moment. But why does this moment become so empty and lonely when we are really awake?
He was terrified, but he could not speak and remained calm.
He just quietly watched her go to wash the dishes.
When she was studying, she hated washing dishes. At that time, the canteen did not provide tableware like it does now. Students basically brought their own lunch boxes and washed the dishes after eating.
When I asked her to wash the dishes, she muttered that they were greasy and her hands would become rough after washing them.
Then, he would always help her wash the dishes, every day, every year...
He never felt anything was wrong, because at home, Huang's mother didn't like to wash dishes or do housework. He had been used to seeing his mother always dressed neatly since he was a child. Although she couldn't say that her fingers were free of spring water, but...
Apart from occasionally cooking for her son, she really does nothing.
Lao Huang is also happy for his wife to enjoy it. But if he wants his wife to be beautiful and charming all day long, he will be happy just to see her and do more housework. It doesn't matter.
In essence, he is just like his father. After pampering a woman, all the problems are no longer problems.
However, in this life, he has only washed dishes for her.
Now, it was her turn to be busy in the kitchen, eating three meals a day, changing the pattern, the windows in the whole house were bright and clean, and even the terrible smell emanating from his head because he hadn't washed it for many days... But she had never had it before
