However, at this time, Ah Qing didn't know how to face him: "Well, I'll go see if the millet porridge is ready in the kitchen!"
After saying that, she turned around and ran out.
After a while, she walked in with a tray: "Photographer Lin, the millet porridge is ready, and I've stir-fried a plate of green vegetables for you. You can eat it while it's hot. You can only take medicine after eating.
By the way, what was your temperature just taken? Do you have a severe fever?"
After she put the food down, she asked Lin Hang concernedly.
"Thirty-eight degrees, not too serious."
While talking, Lin Hang got up from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and came out to eat.
Just because he had a fever, he didn't have much appetite. He just took a few bites and couldn't eat anymore.
Ah Qing did not force him anymore, but quickly poured him a glass of boiling water and placed it on the bedside: "Photographer Lin, the boiling water is a bit hot. Please wait a moment and remember to take medicine."
After giving her thoughtful instructions, she packed up her food and went downstairs.
Lin Hang looked at her back with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
This feeling of being taken care of and cared about is really warm.
After Ah Qing went downstairs to clean up, she went to the supermarket at the door to buy some vegetables and lean meat. Thinking that Photographer Lin had a fever and had no appetite, she planned to make some vegetable and lean meat porridge for him.
Without Photographer Lin, their family would still be deep in the mountains, living a life of poverty with no hope. Her heart was filled with gratitude to Lin Hang.
At noon, Lin Hang took medicine and felt much better.
Ah Qing still sent the meal to his bedroom.
Seeing that his complexion was better than in the morning, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Photographer Lin, I saw that you had no appetite in the morning, so I specially made you a bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge. How are you? You feel better.
Alright?"
When Lin Hang saw her, he smiled: "I'm feeling much better now, and my fever has gone down quite a bit. Thank you, Ah Qing!"
Ah Qing put the food on the table next to his bed: "Photographer Lin, you are being polite to me again. These are what I should do. Hurry up and eat!"
Lin Hang was no longer polite, stood up and simply washed his hands, then sat on the edge of the bed and started eating.
Ah Qing saw that he was starting to eat, so he turned around and went downstairs.
After Lin Hang finished eating, he felt much better. Ah Qing's cooking skills were really good, and her rice had a strong taste of home.
When he stood up and was about to send the dishes and chopsticks down, three little heads quietly appeared at the door.
Huan Huan asked with a smile: "Uncle Lin, have you finished your meal? We are here to collect the bowls and chopsticks."
As she said that, she saw that the bowl in Lin Hang's hand was empty, so she walked in with her two younger sisters.
Lin Hang looked at these three cute little girls with pigtails tied with rubber bands of different colors, and his voice became gentle unconsciously.
"Huanhuan is so good, uncle has already finished his meal!"
Huanhuan consciously took the bowls and chopsticks from his hands, and then said to her two sisters: "Mom said that uncle is sick and will be bored. You two play with uncle for a while!"
Lele and Guoguo nodded obediently, then took Lin Hang's hand and came to the bedside.
