While Nie Zheng was taking a nap, Feng Xiaoxiao went downstairs and watched the servants make porridge.
It can be said that her cooking skills have also improved a bit. It is hard to say that she is ready to become a master in other aspects, but she still has some experience in making porridge.
Feng Xiaoxiao told the nanny to chop the lean meat into small pieces and put it into the porridge. When it was cooked, she took a bite and it tasted good.
Then, he served it to Nie Zheng.
Upstairs, Nie Zheng is already awake.
He had very little sleep to begin with, and if it weren't for the effect of the medicine, his eyesight would not be as good as this moment.
However, I still didn't sleep enough.
As soon as Feng Xiaoxiao entered, he frowned aggrievedly, "Where have you been?"
Feng Xiaoxiao heard that something was wrong in his tone, and put down the tray, "I'm going to bring you the porridge. It's all ready. I watched it and tasted it for you. Now that you're awake, just take a few sips, okay?
good?"
"oh."
Nie Zheng nodded.
He was sick, lying only in his pajamas, and his hair was not combed into a big back like usual, but hanging down loosely, with fluffy bangs hanging in front of his forehead, making him look several years younger.
Feng Xiaoxiao helped Nie Zheng lie down and placed a pillow behind him.
She was holding the porridge bowl, picked up the spoon and stirred it, and just when she was about to speak, Nie Zheng got there first.
Because of illness, my voice is a little hoarse.
"You feed me."
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned. She had originally planned to feed him.
Mr. Nie... why is he so fond of acting like a spoiled brat after getting sick?
"good."
Feng Xiaoxiao was overcome with maternal love and completely obeyed him.
He handed the spoon to his mouth, "Ah, be good, open your mouth..." Nie Zheng frowned slightly and opened his mouth obediently.
In silence, he suddenly said: "When I was sick, this was the first time someone took care of me like this."
Hearing this, Feng Xiaoxiao was shocked, her hand slipped, and she almost couldn't hold the bowl.
How could she forget that Nie Zheng had a bad relationship with his parents since he was a child? His father turned a blind eye to him, and his mother only used him as a tool... What about Ye Jingming?
Where is his grandfather who raised him and trained him carefully?
Nie Zheng shook his head: "Grandpa was very good to me and cultivated me with great care, but he is a man and his purpose in raising his grandson is to raise him like a wolf's cub."
Therefore, even if he is sick, Ye Jingming will not show excessive pity to him and just let him see a doctor and take medicine.
Thinking about the young Nie Zheng who was sick and had a fever, it was a luxury to ask his elders to act coquettishly... Feng Xiaoxiao felt heartbroken.
She sniffed and patted Nie Zheng's head, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao loves Azheng."
"Um."
Nie Zheng threw himself into Feng Xiaoxiao's arms and said sullenly, "This will happen in the future."
Feng Xiaoxiao was slightly startled and looked at the person in his arms, "Okay, we have made an agreement."
She said this, but she really wanted to laugh. What a shame?
It's not because it's ridiculous, it's because Nie Zheng is so cute like this! I'm afraid such an opportunity will be rare in this life.
It's a pity that I couldn't record it.
After drinking the porridge, Nie Zheng fell asleep obediently. He did not allow Feng Xiaoxiao to leave, so Feng Xiaoxiao had no choice but to take off her shoes and go to bed, where he held hands and slept together.
He was particularly 'worried' and said, "Is this okay?
We are so close, will I infect you?"
Feng Xiaoxiao patted his hand and said, "Don't worry, you have a gastrointestinal cold and you can't catch it.
Go to sleep."
She was not a doctor, but Nie Zheng was very willing to listen to these words, and then closed his eyes.
I don't know if he fell asleep, but Feng Xiaoxiao fell asleep quickly.