Sang Yu's eyes widened suddenly, digesting the meaning, and his ten fingers flew, "Should you just rely on those few flower rolls for ten days?"
This time the interval was a little longer, and the reply only appeared after half a minute, the three words were extremely simple and clean, without any emotion, but it made Sang Yu feel that he was so uncomfortable that he was about to get together.
"It's six days."
So a plate of small flower rolls, at most, is six or seven, he has one a day, and he is hungry for four days Lie Sang Yu slowed down, reluctantly accepted the facts, and was about to ask, but he sent it first "I'm running out of strength to type."
With such a sentence, Sang Yu made up for it in seconds, his head was lowered, his face was so weak that his face was pale, his lips were dry, and he insisted on straightening his back.
Extremely beautiful, but also extremely fragile.
She knew he was telling the truth.
Sang Yu clutched his mobile phone, exhaled helplessly, deleted the words he had typed one by one, and asked again: "Sir, you are looking for me, do you really want to get a nutritional injection?"
He slowed back, "No. ” Sang Yu's heart slowly softened, "You're hungry."
This time a full two minutes passed.
Arching up from the bottom of the screen, there is only one word "Hmm." ” Sang Yu didn't know what emotions to show to him for a while.
A gentle, gentle, clean and self-contained wonderful man, with injuries and illnesses on his body, unable to express himself in words, and starving for a long time and only wanting to eat what she cooked.
At the same time, he is so stubborn, and he casually throws millions of people and smashes people.
Sang Yu was in a complicated mood, Lan Qin's own attractiveness was undoubted, she definitely had a good feeling, and she couldn't talk about pity, let alone avoidance.
He was a huge contradiction.
Sang Yu shook his head, stuffed his phone into his bag, regained his spirits and straightened up, and strode out of the door with his flat white shoes.
Forget it, what are you doing so much, anyway, I have to go to get an injection after taking the task, since I have to come to the door, let's wait until I see him.
But before she could do that, she had to think about making something to eat first, so that he wouldn't really faint from hunger.
Sang Yu pondered all the way, and when she was about to reach her destination, she passed by a large fruit and vegetable store, she stopped the little sheep, went in to carefully select, and bought two carrots with beautiful shapes.
The beautiful one is more compatible with Lan Qin.
She stood in front of the door on the sixteenth floor again, Uncle Chen was as enthusiastic as ever, placing the blue fish slippers at her feet, and seeing that she had nothing else in her hand except for the bag and the medical kit, she was a little disappointed.
"Mr. is upstairs" Sang Yu changed his shoes and asked, "Are you okay?"
Uncle Chen frowned and chose a middle-of-the-road word, "General." ” After taking medicine for ten days in a row, the inflammation finally subsided and returned to normal, so I put on the lenses again in order to meet Sang Yu today.
Coupled with depressed mood, I completely fasted for four days, and I couldn't see it.
"Miss Sang, you know his situation, you really plan to give him an injection when you come over today" Uncle Chen couldn't hold back and muttered, "Mr. is such a good person, you should be sympathetic and save your life."
Sang Yu didn't answer him directly, but asked: "Do you have all the kitchen utensils at home?"
Uncle Chen was stunned, "It's okay." ” "Actually, it doesn't need to be too complete," she said after a moment's thought, "just a pot and a sieve, and a little flour or rice flour." ” Uncle Chen reacted to what she meant, and didn't say anything for a long time, so excited that his eyes were red, "Hey, there are all of them."
Sang Yu just wanted to pull the carrot out, and sensitively noticed some movement.
She looked up, and the familiar tall figure appeared at the staircase on the second floor, thinner than the last time they had met.
On a hot day, he wore a light gray sweater and black loose sweatpants as if he was afraid of the cold, and his exposed skin was as white as paper, and he held the railing and looked at her quietly.
After no more than three seconds of staring, he staggered his eyes, the corners of his lips constricted, and his fingers tightened a lot.
He adjusted his emotions as quickly as he could, faced her again, and smiled calmly.
Sang Yu's chest suddenly felt like it was stuffed into a large ball of cotton, because the curved arc of his lips really felt sour.
She continued to pull the carrot out, held it up and shook it at him, "Sir, do you want to eat it?"
Lan Qin recognized it for a moment, and made sure that he was not mistaken, it was really a carrot.
He's not a rabbit Nibble on carrots raw, and you will definitely vomit.
Sang Yu pressed the fluctuation in his heart, waved the two carrots very proudly and "snapped" into each other, and raised his voice, "Don't worry, come down slowly, sit and wait for a while, I'll make you a carrot rice cereal." ” Lan Qin's stomach reacted faster than his consciousness, and when he heard Sang Yu say to cook something to eat, he immediately began to shrink sharply in anticipation, he held it down, and his eyebrows locked slightly.
Sang Yu thought he was reluctant and tilted his head, "Please, don't have that expression, with your current situation, it can be regarded as a re-eating after fasting, you should just pound some fruit puree or boiled cabbage in water, I will already give you preferential treatment to make rice cereal, okay?"
Lan Qin didn't have a mobile phone, his mouth was dry, he couldn't explain, and he walked down four or five steps in a row.
She saw his reaction at the tail of her eyes and laughed softly, "I guess, do you want to say that I ate two home-cooked dishes last time, and there are a lot of oil and salt seasonings, delicious, and I still want it, right?"
He looked at the little girl's playful and cunning appearance, and nodded along with her.
It does have a bit of this idea.
Unexpectedly, she smiled and raised her chin seriously, "I didn't know about your condition at that time, but now, don't even think about it, rice cereal and injections, you choose one yourself." ” Uncle Chen was dumbfounded, how could Mr. have such a vivid time, and so did Miss Sang, and it was almost impossible to communicate with Mr. with pen and paper Sang Yu was afraid that if she looked at Lan Qin more, she would leak the sourness in her heart that was born for him, so she turned her head and asked Uncle Chen, "Where is the kitchen?"
Uncle Chen said "oh oh" twice and patted his head, "I'll take you over." ” Sang Yu ignored the man on the stairs, tied his apron, glanced around the huge kitchen, and nodded with satisfaction, "You rest, I'll be fine soon." ” Uncle Chen tried to help the young master fight, "Don't you have to eat rice cereal to change the line?"
Sang Yu patiently explained, "He is suitable for eating and digesting well now." ” "Miss Sang, I'll tell you the truth, since the pastries you made are out of stock, Sister-in-law He and I, who cook, have been beating rice cereal for him," Uncle Chen sighed, "He can't swallow anything else, only the rice cereal is okay, but nine times out of ten it is spit out, the shadow must be very deep." ” Sang Yu's action of washing carrots stopped, struggled for a moment, and chose to continue, "I know." ” It turned out that Lan Qin hated rice cereal so much.
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So according to him, if she made it herself, would he really be able to eat it?
Rice cereal was the best choice she made for her condition, but now it seems to be a coincidental experiment.
Twenty minutes later, Lan Qin, who was sitting at the table, smelled a hint of sweetness.
He pressed his stomach, trying not to show his embarrassment, but his eyes were very honest, and he had to keep an eye on the kitchen door when it hurt, and he didn't relax for a moment.
Until a blue slipper stepped out.
He lowered his eyes.
But her sense of hearing became extraordinarily sensitive, and she counted her rhythmic footsteps, da-da-da, sixteen steps, and walked to her side.
A white porcelain bowl then appeared in front of him.
The rice cereal in the bowl is hot and delicate orange-yellow, and the spoon will slowly drip when scooped up, creating a small ripple that quickly returns to smoothness.
Sang Yu pulled out a chair and sat down, handed him the spoon, "Taste it." ” Uncle Chen was so nervous that he wiped his sweat.
Lan Qin obediently scooped up a spoonful, blew lightly for a few seconds, and swallowed it decisively.
Sang Yu's gaze moved from his lips to the rolling Adam's apple, and the faint scar on his slender neck was the first proof of surgery.
She wanted to ask about the taste, and Lan Qin had already scooped up the second scoop.
The next step is getting faster and faster.
In less than five minutes, the bowl bottomed out.
He didn't know whether he was eating too quickly or soothing, a layer of redness appeared on his pale cheeks, he raised his eyes to look at her, and gently pushed the clean empty bowl to her, like a child who obediently ate all his meals and proudly invited merit.
Sang Yu asked: "Do you want to vomit?"
Lan Qin shook his head.
"Is there any discomfort?"
He still shook his head, and there were a few wisps of happiness in his expression that could not be concealed.
Sang Yu looked at him without blinking, gritted his teeth, twisted his eyebrows and whispered, "Sir, I apologize to you." ” Her long eyelashes fell, and she pressed the edge of the bowl hard, admitting with difficulty, "I took this bowl of rice cereal as an experiment." ” Operate each process by hand, make the food he hates, and judge how true his words are.
He ate it and it was fine.
But what if you vomit?
It was too bad for a patient who was looking forward to food to vomit.
Sang Yu was full of guilt, a thin and plain white hand reached over, and his fingertips pressed a piece of paper.
She took it and saw that it said, "I know."
I heard what Uncle Chen told you. ” Sang Yu raised his head in surprise.
Lan Qin's expression was gentle, and he turned the paper back, and the handwriting that had fallen neatly was neat, "You can continue to do such an experiment, in any way you can think of." ” No matter what his physical condition is, his posture of holding the pen is always elegant, and he walks freely on the paper, but also reveals excellent upbringing and natural nobility in his bones.
When she wasn't speaking, he added another line, just five concise words.
"As long as you believe me."
Sang Yu was poked in the center, and his thin wrist shook.
His hand was on the pen and her hand was on the paper, and they were very close to each other, because her unconscious trembling narrowed the distance and limply pressed together.
The slightly cool touch is like a handful of cold ice water.
Sang Yu was going to take it back immediately, but she didn't expect it to be so easy to touch, and the little greed grew rapidly for a while, she was reluctant to let go, so she put it up and pasted it again. wow She narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.
It's really nice to touch.
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