After Li Keer washed herself, she went downstairs to have breakfast. The servant brought her something she had never eaten in the morning.
There are coconut chicken soup, shrimp wontons, boiled broccoli, and stuffed eggs with minced meat.
"Why is the breakfast so rich this morning?" Li Ker asked.
The servant smiled and said: "Young lady, these are all made by the young master. You can eat them while they are hot."
Li Ke'er was surprised and delighted: "Is it all done by Song Tingyue?"
"Yes, the young master got up at six o'clock in the morning, made breakfast, and went out at seven o'clock. Before leaving, he taught me how to cook shrimp wontons. The young master is really attentive."
The servant did not say that Song Tingyue also brought a breakfast when he went out.
But Li Keer could also guess it.
Song Tingyue made breakfast for Jiang Chaoxi, but hers was just a way of doing it, but it was an improvement and at least he left a portion for her.
Li Keer happily took out her mobile phone, took a photo and sent it to Moments, with the text: [Thank you husband for the loving breakfast, I love you!]
After I posted it, I felt it was too sour, so I quickly deleted it and re-texted it: [Breakfast with love, full of color, flavor and flavor!]
This is much better.
After sending it out, she discovered that the photo had no photoshopped photos.
She deleted it again and added a big heart on the photo, so that others would know that it was Song Tingyue who cooked breakfast for her.
whee!
Li Ke'er's thoughts were all devoted to showing affection and love.
She posted it to WeChat Moments again, and after reading it over and over again, she was finally satisfied.
After serving, we started to enjoy a delicious breakfast.
There is really nothing to say about Song Tingyue's craftsmanship. No wonder Jiang Chaoxi likes to eat his food. It's so delicious, who doesn't like to eat it?
It was her first time to eat such delicious shrimp wontons.
The soup is also very fresh. There are shrimps, seaweed, lard, and white sesame seeds in the soup. Just smelling it will make your mouth water.
The coconut chicken soup is also very sweet and fresh, and the chicken is tender and not too chewy.
The stuffed egg with minced meat is also delicious, the egg custard is tender and smooth and melts in your mouth.
Broccoli is crisp and refreshing.
All delicious.
Li Keer ate everything.
Her belly was bloated from eating.
She used to eat a sandwich and drink a glass of milk in the morning.
Li Keer burped with satisfaction, got up and went upstairs. After eating so much, even if he didn't write a few more words, he would be sorry for Song Tingyue's delicious food.
Li Keer returned to the room and looked at the circle of friends. She had already received more than a dozen likes and five comments.
People who commented were very curious about who made the love breakfast.
Li Keer replied proudly: [My husband made it. He got up at six o'clock to make breakfast for me. 】
It must be played.
Li Keer also sent a message to Song Tingyue: [Thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious. I slept well last night.]
Song Tingyue quickly replied to her message, with only three words: [You're welcome.]
But these three words were enough to make Li Keer happy all day long.
When she is in a good mood, she wants to write a sweet scene for the hero and heroine of her novel, which requires kissing and lip-smacking.
At this time, on the other side, Song Tingyue put his phone back in his trouser pocket, turned around and entered the ward.
Jiang Chaoxi only ate a little of the breakfast he sent.
She has absolutely no appetite.
In just two days, he became visibly haggard.
Song Ting became more and more worried that she would behave like last time and make herself look less human and less like a ghost.
He sat next to her, picked up a carton of milk, inserted a straw and handed it to Jiang Chaoxi: "If you can't eat, drink some milk!"
"Thank you." Jiang Chaoxi reluctantly took the milk and took a sip.
She stayed with her grandfather every step of the way last night.
Looking at my sleeping grandpa, I have never been more afraid of losing him than I am now.
As long as her grandfather doesn't recover, she won't be able to forgive herself.
Suffering from self-blame.
Song Tingyue stayed by Jiang Chaoxi's side silently.
He has been used to accompanying her since childhood.
Whenever she needs him, he will be there for her.
Never absent.
Song Tingyue asked gently: "Xibao, what do you want to eat for lunch, I will cook it for you."
"I don't want to eat anything, senior brother, don't bother me. When I'm hungry, just eat some bread and drink some milk."
"All right!"
Song Tingyue did not force Jiang Chaoxi, and silently bought her bread and milk and put them in the ward, as well as some fruits.
In the evening, Song Tingyue went home carrying an insulated bag, and the insulated bucket inside was still full.
Ginger Tide barely ate it.
He entered from the underground garage.
I saw Li Keer sitting on the sofa watching TV.
When Li Keer saw Song Tingyue coming back, he happily greeted him: "You're back."
She reached for the thermal bag in Song Tingyue's hand.
When I got the insulated bag, I found it was very heavy.
She frowned slightly and asked, "Sister Xixi, didn't you eat?"
"Well, she has no appetite." Song Tingyue took off his coat, hung it on the shelf by the door, and put on his slippers.
Li Ke'er blinked and said timidly: "Then can I eat it... It's a pity to lose it. I want to eat it... Can I eat it?"
Song Tingyue looked at Li Keer in surprise. She actually wanted to eat the leftovers from Jiang Chaoxi, although Jiang Chaoxi didn't eat either and only drank a little chicken soup.
My heart felt sour again.
He said in a deep voice: "I made it this morning, but it may have gone bad now."
"It shouldn't be broken. It's cold now, so it won't break easily." Li Ke'er took the insulating bag to the sofa, opened it, took out the insulating bucket inside, and placed it on the coffee table.
She opened the box of shrimp wontons and said pleasantly: "It's still hot. The heat preservation effect is really good."
Although it was still hot, the shrimp wontons had melted after soaking for a day, and the wonton wrappers broke when poked.
Li Keer happily picked up the spoon and started eating.
"Song Tingyue, your cooking skills are so good, it's delicious!"
In fact, Li Ke'er never eats other people's leftovers.
But when she thought about throwing away the things he made at six o'clock in the morning, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to help him finish them.
Song Tingyue watched with complicated emotions as Li Keer ate the wontons as if they were the most delicious food in the world.
Her satisfied look made him feel at ease.
He asked: "Didn't you have dinner tonight?"
"I ate it, but the food you made is delicious, and I can eat it even after I eat it."
Li Keer smiled brightly at Song Tingyue with satisfaction.
The wontons had been soaked for a day and the texture was no longer as good as in the morning, but Li Keer still ate them all.
I also ate broccoli and stuffed eggs.
Li Keer overstuffed herself again.
After eating, I licked my lips with unsatisfied taste.
It was obviously just a simple action, but in Song Tingyue's eyes, it was full of temptation.
Li Keer's lips are plump and bright red, and she looks delicious at first glance.
Song Tingyue suppressed the anger in his heart, took out a piece of paper and handed it to her: "Wipe your mouth."
"Thanks."
Li Ke'er took the tissue and wiped her mouth, then said with a playful smile: "I'm waiting for you to go home and sleep with me. Let's take a walk. It's getting late. It's time to go to bed."