Lin Jiyue did a rough scan and decided to make a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.
Zhuang Licheng's stomach has just healed a little, so he can't eat anything too greasy. Tomato and egg noodles are just right. It can fill his stomach and is nutritious.
Her mother died young, and she learned to take care of herself and her father when she was a child, so Lin Jiyue's cooking skills are pretty good.
Soon, a bowl of fragrant noodles was brought to Zhuang Licheng. He opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Jiyue in surprise, then sat up and ate the noodles with big mouthfuls.
Many little girls of this age have never even been in the kitchen. I didn't expect her cooking skills to be so good.
Watching him wolfing down his food actually made Lin Jiyue feel very satisfied, as if what he was eating was not just an ordinary bowl of egg noodles, but delicacies from all over the world. She even drank the soup completely.
The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile unconsciously. It was a joyful thing to have the opportunity to make a bowl of noodles for the one she loved.
Lin Jiyue just sat on the edge of the bed, holding her chin and watching him eat.
Zhuang Licheng had a full meal, and his stomach pain miraculously disappeared completely. It seemed that medicine and intravenous drip were of little use for this stomach problem. Food was the only way to cure it.
I touched my warm belly and lay down on the bed contentedly. I felt energetic, with a faint smile on my lips. I glanced at Lin Jiyue next to me and said, "Take the bowl away."
Not polite at all, as if this is what she should do.
This is Zhuang Licheng, a cold, indifferent, aloof young master who is full of style.
But Lin Jiyue didn't care about his attitude with her.
Such a cold personality is her senior Zhuang. If one day Zhuang Licheng becomes as clingy as Zhuang Tianyao, she will not be able to adapt to it.
Strange, why did she think of that guy?
Seeing Lin Jiyue pouting, talking to herself, and carrying a bowl downstairs, Zhuang Licheng got out of bed unknowingly, holding a bottle in one hand, and walked slowly to the kitchen.
Lin Jiyue was washing the pot and He Wan seriously, not noticing the eyes behind her at all.
Seeing the warm scene in front of him, the softest part of Zhuang Licheng's heart was activated. He remembered that when he was a child, his nanny also made egg noodles for him. He liked to eat it very much and always drank up the soup. The nanny had been treating him like a baby since he was a child.
The best person in Yao's family is not even as good as his biological parents, but he has never had such good egg noodles in so many years since his wet nurse passed away.
Today, this little girl actually made a bowl of egg noodles that was so satisfying to him. He couldn't get enough of it and wanted to have another bowl. However, even if she really made it for him again, his stomach couldn't hold it.
Lin Jiyue washed and dried the pots and put them away. When she turned around, she saw Zhuang Licheng standing at the door.
At this time, he was looking at himself intently, not knowing what he was thinking, with a gentle smile on his lips, which made Lin Jiyue almost unable to move her eyes away.
"Bang bang bang" her heartbeat speeded up unconsciously.
"Senior Zhuang, why are you down here?" Lin Jiyue tried her best to suppress her nervousness, blushing and asked softly.
He could eat and get out of bed on his own. It seemed that he was almost doing well, and she finally felt relieved.
When the private doctor just examined him, he prescribed some medicine and gave him an intravenous drip. He said it was not serious and that as long as he took care of himself slowly and rested a lot, he would recover. Within an hour or two, he was already as fine as a normal person.