Small ice cream boxes are placed next to each other on the table, each box has a different flavor.
Mo Bei turned his face and looked at Jiao Yang placing boxes of ice cream one after another. The smile on his face gradually became stiff.
"How did you know I wanted ice cream?"
"Is it because I am Doraemon?" Jiao Yang put the late-night snacks he was holding on the table, "Ah, dumplings, steamed buns, and rice bowls...and here, yogurt, bread...biscuits...
…There are also instant noodles, you can eat whatever you want!”
There was limited food in the small supermarket, and he didn't know what she liked, so he simply bought everything he could.
"Is it too much?" Mo Bei looked at the pile of food in front of him.
"Just pick what you like to eat." Jiao Yang asked with a smile, "Which one do you want to eat first?"
"Eat the ice cream first, otherwise it will melt." Mo Bei said.
"NO!" Jiao Yang put the ice cream into a small bag, "Eating it cold on an empty stomach will hurt your stomach, so choose something else first."
"Then let's eat." Mo Bei did not insist, "What is the filling of the dumplings?"
"There are three kinds of fresh food, and tomato beef."
"I want tomato beef."
"good!"
Jiao Yang helped her prop up the small table on the hospital bed, took one of the boxes of dumplings and placed it on the table. He pulled out a wet tissue. He naturally grabbed her left hand without the needle inserted and wiped her palm.
Holding her wrist with one hand, he carefully wiped her left hand, from the palm to the back of her hand, not even letting go of her fingers.
Looking at his focused profile in front of him, Mo Bei couldn't help but lose consciousness.
Jiao Yang wiped her hands and took a fork and put it in her hand. Mo Bei was still looking at him in a daze and didn't react.
Jiao Yang came over and looked at her face up close. "Beibei-kun, what are you thinking about?!"
"Ah..." Mo Bei came back to his senses, "It's nothing."
"But the way you looked just now clearly said something." Jiao Yang said with a smile, "Can you share it?"
"I...I was just thinking that it was Luo Xiaoqian's loss for not choosing you." Mo Bei laughed, "A good and careful man like you is hard to find now!"
"I'm not a good man!" Jiao Yang raised his lips slightly, "Besides, you don't know Leng Zimo. That man loves her more than anyone else in the world."
Thinking of the way Leng Zimo desperately stood in front of Jiao Yang in the suburbs, Mo Bei's expression turned solemn, "Suddenly I envied Luo Xiaoqian."
Ever since she was little, she has never envied anyone.
The only one I envy is Nobita, because he has Doraemon and can do whatever he wants.
Now, there is another Luo Xiaoqian.
Jiao Yang chuckled, straightened up, and rubbed her long hair like a brother, "Don't be envious, one day, you will also meet your Doraemon!"
Mo Bei silently took the fork, lowered his face, forked a dumpling, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.
For her, who has developed a picky taste since she was a child, the dumplings tasted really average, but she ate them very sweetly.
“These dumplings are so delicious!”
"That's because you're hungry."
Jiao Yang has known her for a long time, and he knows that she has always been picky about her taste. He walked a long way back to the quick-frozen dumplings in a small shop like this, and the dumpling skins were already stuck together. How could they taste any better?
"Okay, you eat first, I'll put these ice creams in my super pocket first to prevent them from melting."
