Finally, in An Han's sleepiness, the third bottle of medicine was lost, and the temperature of Nangong Chenyang also came down.

An Han went back to the bedroom to rest for a while...... After sleeping for a few hours, An Han got up and rubbed his head, which was a little sore. I looked at the time, it was already past 11 o'clock in the morning.

She got up and looked at Nangong Chenyang, and put her hand on his forehead. normal body temperature......

An Han originally planned to go to work in the company, but remembered Lu Haoguang's explanation: "It is best to eat porridge and other foods that are easy to digest and absorb, which will help recovery." ”

An Han reluctantly walked to the kitchen, washed rice, and boiled porridge. It took a full hour to boil a pot of shredded chicken porridge.

An Han walked into the guest room, and at some point Nangong Chenyang had woken up, holding the ring that Xiao Li brought him from the second bedroom and put on the bedside and was staring blankly.

Seeing An Han coming in, she hurriedly put the ring away, afraid that she would be angry when she saw it.

"Xiao Han, is it the clothes you helped me change and the wound that was bandaged? ”

Nangong Chenyang's eyes could even see the stars of expectation......

An Leng said coldly: "Xiao Li did it." ”

After speaking, he put a bowl of porridge on his bedside and said, "Drink it." ”

Nangong Chenyang couldn't hide his loss, picked up the porridge and drank it to the first sip in his mouth, and then stopped. looked up at An Han and said, "This is what Lord Xiao Han did?"

Originally, Nangong Chenyang thought that it was the takeaway that An Han asked Xiao Li to bring, but he didn't expect to find out after the first sip that this was Xiao Han's craft! Only she could make the porridge so unpalatable......

"No!" After saying that, An Han turned around and walked out of the guest bedroom, she didn't want him to have a hint of misunderstanding into the hope that she would forgive him.

The corners of Nangong Chenyang's mouth hooked up a warm smile, and he said softly: "No one else can make such a bad porridge." ”

After that, Nangong Chenyang drank the bowl of porridge spoonful by spoonful, as if tasting the most delicious food in the world......

Nangong Chenyang himself was full of warmth, and Xinye knew that Xiao Han never cooked.

Because she hates cooking the most. So from the two parents working overtime, he came to cook and take care of her.

After coming and going, he practiced his cooking skills, and Xiao Han had to use instant noodles to soak ......

In any case, she was willing to cook porridge for herself, and he was very happy!

After a while, An Han came in with medicine and water, and coldly ordered: "Take medicine"

Nangong Chenyang smiled warmly and obediently took the medicine. Then he opened his mouth and showed An Han that he had really eaten it.

An Han ignored him, and ordered: "Drink all the water"

Because he had a high fever in the morning, he should make up for more water, although An Han's tone was cold, he was actually concerned about him.

Nangong Chenyang took the water cup and glanced at An Han like a grievance, but did not get a response. I drank a glass of water......

I really don't know if An Han will take care of the sick and die......

Seeing that Nangong Chenyang finished drinking the water, An Han left the room with a water cup and a porridge bowl.

After going out, An Han himself felt hungry. Thinking about drinking a bowl of porridge to satisfy your hunger.

So he picked up a bowl and put a bowl of porridge. I picked up the spoon and took a sip, almost squirting.

An Han immediately took a big gulp of water from the water cup...... Then he looked at the porridge and frowned: "What's the ...... of this porridge Why is it so astringent...... He, how did he get into a whole bowl?"

At night, An Han didn't believe that he could really drink the porridge he made, and wondered if he had secretly poured it out. Boil another pot of porridge.

After boiling, An Han tasted it himself. Sure enough, it was the same as noon, astringent, and extremely unpalatable......

An Han took a bowl of porridge to the guest room and handed it to Nangong Chenyang. This time she didn't leave, but stood there quietly looking at Nangong Chenyang