Wen Feng heard the bedroom door ring, leaned out from the kitchen and looked into the bedroom, it was Yang Lu, he hurriedly went over to help her, "What's wrong?"

She was noticeably better than she had been in the morning, her face was rosy, and her eyes were bright.

"I want to wash my face, well, what does it smell like? “

"Fish soup. ”

"You just went down and bought it?"

"The fish was bought, and the soup was made by me, hehe, it's almost okay now, will you give a score then?"

"Huh, what did you do?" Yang Lu looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that, like I'm a big man who doesn't know anything. ”

Yang Lu put away her stunned expression and smiled at Wen Feng, "I'm really a little hungry." ”

"Okay, if you want to eat, you go wash your face first, and I'll serve you something to eat." Wen Feng was very happy to see that Yang Lu had an appetite.

He took out the steamed egg custard and put it on the coffee table and said with a smile: "I made two flavors, I don't know which one you like to eat? This one with goji berries is sweet, and without it, it is salty." The doctor said that it was best not to eat greasy, and said that fish soup could be drunk, and I didn't even dare to put sesame oil. ”

Yang Lu raised her head and looked at Wen Feng in a daze, there was already a mist in her eyes, and slowly a drop of petal tears fell down uncontrollably, followed by drop after drop, all of which were left out, as crystal clear as beads.

Wen Feng panicked, "Why are you crying? Don't you eat eggs? Or does your stomach hurt again? Don't cry, let's not eat eggs, I'll give you fish soup to drink, I remember you said you love fish." ”

Yang Lu hugged Wen Feng's neck and said while crying in his arms: "My stomach doesn't hurt, I love eggs, I love to drink fish soup, I love to eat everything you make, why are you so good to me?"

Wen Feng gently stroked her hair with his hand, and kept comforting softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, you're my girlfriend, who else can I be good to you if I'm not good to you?" ”

It's okay not to be comforted, this comfort Yang Lu cried louder in Wen Feng's arms, his shoulders shook, he knew that such a girl was studying outside and fell ill, and her family was not around, how much grievance she must have suffered in her heart, Wen Feng patted her back gently, thinking: Cry, cry, cry may feel better.

Yang Lu cried for more than ten minutes, how many tears were there in a woman?

After crying enough, Yang Lu slowly raised his head from his arms, Wen Feng gently wiped the remaining tears on his face, and deliberately teased her: "Can you eat it?" There is still fish soup waiting for us to drink, otherwise it will be cold for a while, and the chickens and fish may all pop out." ”

Sure enough, Yang Lu burst into tears and said with a smile: "Come to the poor mouth again, I eat salty." ”

Wen Feng smiled and picked up the salty bowl and put a spoonful in her mouth.

Yang Lu tasted it carefully: "It tastes very good, you can also take a bite." ”

"I already had a bowl of it when you didn't get up just now. ”

"No, you can take a bite too, if you don't eat it, I won't eat it. Yang Lu said threateningly.

"Okay, I'll eat, I'll eat. Wen Feng took a small spoonful and ate it, then put a large spoonful into Yang Lu's mouth, and watched her finish the bowl of egg custard full of her love.

That night, Wen Feng boiled some hot water, threw a towel to dry, and put a little fat hand on her with a needle eye, and Yang Lu slept in the bedroom after taking a few pills. Wen Feng came out and slept on the sofa for a night, although Yang Lu was no longer in trouble, but he was still not at ease, he would get up from the sofa in the living room every two hours to see, Yang Lu slept like a kitten, he always raised his legs and walked lightly close to her, seeing that she slept very firmly and made a slight breathing sound before returning to the sofa with peace of mind.