After Qiao Ran took a dip in the hot spring, he took a nap again.
When I woke up, it was already noon.
Zuo Chenye was not around. She sat up from the bed and suddenly felt a little lost. She quickly shook her head. What happened to her?
She actually expects him to be by her side all the time? Her brain is really burned out.
There was a thermos cup thoughtfully placed next to the bed, and she took a few sips to moisten her throat.
Putting on a coat, she left the room and came to the first floor.
I didn't eat much for breakfast, and I felt a little hungry. It was almost noon, and Aunt Wang was nowhere to be seen, and no lunch was prepared?
She was a little confused, and when she walked into the kitchen, she found Zuo Chenye standing in front of the kitchen counter. He was facing the sink with his back turned, and she didn't know what he was doing.
"What are you doing in the kitchen?"
She suddenly made a sound from behind. Zuo Chenye, who had been concentrating on it, was startled. The sharp blade swiped across his index finger, making a cut.
He frowned and quickly put down the knife in his hand.
Qiao Ran walked to him and found that his finger was cut and blood was coming out.
She whispered, "Oh my God, you cut your finger! What are you doing in the kitchen? Where is Aunt Wang?"
With a low curse, she quickly found the medical kit from the living room.
Step forward, grab his hand, and rinse it under the faucet.
"Aunt Wang, I asked her to buy sturgeon. The market is a bit far away, so she hasn't come back yet." He withdrew his hand, "It's okay, it's just a small injury. The scratch is not deep."
Qiao Ran glared at him and pulled his hand over, "No matter how small the injury is, it needs to be treated."
After saying that, she took out disinfectant, dipped a cotton swab in it to wipe his wound, then applied iodophor, and finally put a band-aid on him.
"What on earth are you doing here?" she muttered, "looking for trouble."
"I'll make lunch for you." He pointed to a corner of the kitchen, where something seemed to be cooking in a pot. "Don't you smell the aroma?"
Qiao Ran sniffed and found a scent of vegetables. She was sick, so her sense of smell was not very sensitive. She didn't notice it when she walked in before.
"It's already stewed. You just woke up. You must be hungry. I'll serve you a bowl." He was about to walk over.
Qiao Ran pushed him away.
She walked over to the pot, opened it, and found a pot of porridge that was full of color, flavor and flavor. She felt appetizing just by looking at it.
The most important thing is that I have definitely put in a lot of effort.
Her favorite is saury meat. In fact, this kind of fish has many bones, and all the bones can be removed. There are also wild duck meat and ham. They are almost cut into thin strips for fear of tasting too old. The feathers of the bird's nest are so clean that there are no
There are only a few flaws. The diced vegetables are neatly and meticulously chopped. Don’t underestimate how much thought goes into a simple pot of porridge.
It doesn't look like Aunt Wang's handwriting, because Aunt Wang is not usually so meticulous.
She turned to look at Zuo Chenye suspiciously.
"You did it?"
"Well. You're sick. I saw that you barely ate anything in the morning. I thought you must have no appetite, so I made a simple porridge. I originally wanted to make a few dishes, but Aunt Wang hasn't bought the missing ingredients yet.
." He pointed to the stove. When he was preparing the ingredients just now, he cut it on his hand.
Simple? Not simple at all. Qiao Ran thought to himself.
"That's enough. No need to cook, it's enough to eat."
She took a bowl, used a white porcelain spoon to swipe the thick porridge, scooped out a bowl for herself, and scooped out a bowl for him at the same time.
The aroma was tempting. She sat at the dining table and took a bite.