The next morning, when Xia Shi woke up, he saw busy figures in the open kitchen.
The light-colored shirt, gray trousers, an apron tied around the waist, and the man cooking porridge made Xia Shi surprised.
She had never seen Lu Nanchen cook.
I only knew from Ruan Xingchen that he could cook and had cooked it for Ruan Xingchen himself.
Lu Nanchen heard the footsteps upstairs and looked up.
"Awake up? Come and have a porridge." He said, and put two bowls of porridge on the dining table.
I didn't notice it in summer, and there was a pot of wasted porridge in the dishwasher.
Lu Nanchen's slender and beautiful fingers were burned red.
He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He couldn't even wash dishes, not to mention cooking. He was just a waste in life. He just studied this porridge online temporarily.
Lu Nanchen looked at his burned hands and thought to himself that it is not difficult to cook...
He didn't know why he had a whim and got up early in the morning to cook porridge. Maybe it was because he said something he shouldn't say last night and felt a little guilty.
When I came to the restaurant in Xia Shi, I saw the seafood and fish porridge in the bowl. I was stunned for a while and did not move the spoon.
Lu Nanchen thought he was not doing well, so he pulled open the chair and sat down, took a bite first, it was ordinary and ateable.
"If you don't want to eat, you can throw it away." After he finished speaking, he drank the porridge on his own, but his vision remained on Xia Shi's face.
Xia Shi picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and murmured: "This is the first time someone has made seafood porridge for me."
Lu Nanchen did not find the profound meaning in her words.
“Eat more.”
Xia Shi took a bite and then asked him: "We have known each other for about 17 years, right?"
How could Lu Nanchen remember such things?
"Yeah, more than ten years."
Xia Shi fed the porridge into his mouth one by one, and said indifferently: "...I'm so stupid."
Lu Nan sank and heard: "What did you say?"
"I said it's so delicious."
"You make fish every time, and it's my first try." Lu Nan Chen said.
In summer, I ate a whole bowl of porridge.
"Are you full? I'll go and serve you again if you're not full." Lu Nanchen stood up and was about to serve the porridge, but he didn't get Xia Shi's response.
He looked at her again and found that her neck and hands were red.
"What's going on?" His eyes tightened.
“I’m allergic to seafood.”
Xia Shi looked at him and said softly.
The two have known each other for seventeen years and have been married for more than three years, but he doesn't even know.
Lu Nan slammed his mind and hurriedly picked her up into the car and rushed into the hospital.
On the way, he was angry: "Are you crazy? I don't know how to tell me allergies?"
"I told you, maybe you forgot."
It’s not that Xia Shi told him.
At that time, she was still in high school and went to the old Lu family house to celebrate the festival together.
Seeing that she was not full on the table, Lu Nanchen secretly took her to eat something delicious.
At that time, she told him that she could not have seafood and would be allergic to allergies.
Xia Shi remembered it very clearly. At that time, he said: "I will remember it and I will never forget it in the future."
But Lu Nanchen couldn't remember it. She said she couldn't eat seafood.
He only remembered that every time he went home, he would prepare seafood-related dishes for him in summer.
He naturally thought she also liked to eat.
Xia Shi seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "I used to make fish for you not because I like it, but because you like it."
Lu Nanchen's heart became even more depressed.
The road to the hospital seemed to have become long.
"You don't need to do this." Lu Nan said for a long time.
Xia Shi only realized his efforts, but in the end he received this sentence, there is no need to do so.
I used to be so stupid.
"I know now, and I will never again."
I will never be with someone who doesn't love me again, okay.