Song Qingge really wanted to refute, Mr. Gu, you have a stomach problem, not a broken hand!

An old man who is almost thirty years old, how embarrassed to let people feed him!

Hey, who made him a wealthy financier!

When the porridge is delivered to the mouth, the strange taste of imagination is not there, but it is soft and glutinous and sweet, and it is very delicious.

Gu Juncheng's body was very weak, and after eating a bowl of porridge, he fell asleep again not long after.

Song Siyi was afraid that something would happen to Gu Juncheng, so he didn't dare to sleep, so he sat on the edge of his bed and guarded him.

Unconsciously, the night outside became brighter little by little, the time was six o'clock in the morning, looking at Gu Juncheng's sleeping face, his complexion was already much better than last night, and Song Siyi was relieved.

Song Siyi knew that there was a vegetable market not far from the hospital, and when she went to the vegetable market in the morning, she could choose the best and freshest ingredients, so she drove to the vegetable market.

Song Siyi majored in business management in college, but what she really likes is cooking, if it weren't for the fulfillment of her grandfather's last wish, she would definitely choose to be a chef, open a personalized restaurant, and live a leisurely life.

After cooking too much, she felt that there was no challenge, so she fell in love with the more difficult medicinal diet health therapy, and also studied pharmacology for several years with an old Chinese medicine doctor who opened a Chinese medicine studio.

Last year, the old Chinese medicine doctor left, leaving her with a few thick medical books, which is the experience of his life.

That's why she has the confidence to regulate Gu Juncheng's stomach.

Song Siyi quickly bought fresh and good ingredients in the vegetable market, and went to the Chinese medicine hall to grab a few pairs of medicinal materials needed!

When he returned to the hospital and saw that Gu Juncheng was still sleeping, he gently walked into the kitchen and started to be busy in the morning.

Gu Juncheng was woken up by the fragrance, and when he opened his eyes, a fresher fragrance spread to his nose, making him inhale hard, wanting to smell more!

got up and got out of bed, walked to the door of the kitchen room with the fragrance, pushed open the door, and saw Song Siyi, who was wearing a pink floral apron on a white background, busy in front of the stove.

The golden morning light sprinkled on her through the glass, adding a soft glow to her slender and tall figure, which looked particularly moving.

As if telepathically, Song Siyi turned around and saw a tall figure standing in front of the door, although he was wearing a loose hospital gown, he still couldn't stop his unique noble temperament, which made people look amazing.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and in an instant, there seemed to be a flash of electricity, making Song Siyi's heart beat rapidly.

Song Siyi pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "I'm hungry, go wash it up, you can have breakfast." ”

It was obviously a cold ward full of the smell of disinfectant water, but looking at her sweet and warm smile, Gu Juncheng had a warm feeling of home.

"Good!"

When Gu Juncheng came out of washing, Song Siyi had already put the food on the table, looking at the table full of Western and Chinese breakfasts, Gu Juncheng's heart couldn't help but move.

These breakfasts are full of color and flavor, and at first glance, they are made by a professional chef, and she makes them herself?

"When you went to buy ingredients in the morning, you were still sleeping, and you didn't know what breakfast you liked, so you made a few random things, if you don't like it, you can tell me your preferences and appetite, and next time I will make it according to the taste you like, and you will eat some today!" Song Siyi said and put the small wontons in front of Gu Juncheng.

The small wontons, wrapped in ingots, look particularly attractive against the backdrop of seaweed, shrimp skin and chopped green onions.

Gu Juncheng remembered that when he was a child, his father often made wontons for him to eat.

His parents are the opposite of other people's families, his father is at home, and his mother is a strong woman, so the delicious food he eats is given by his father.

After his parents passed away unexpectedly, no matter how senior and professional the chef was, he couldn't make the taste of his father's cooking.

What he misses the most is the wontons made by his father, because he can't taste his father's taste, he has stopped eating wontons for more than ten years.

Even sensitive to the fact that wontons could not appear on his table.

But looking at the fragrant and crystal transparent little wonton in the bowl in front of me, I couldn't bear to push it away.

"Hate green onions!"

"I'll pick it right away!"

Song Siyi picked up the chopsticks and carefully picked out the chopped green onions one by one.

Gu Juncheng looked at Song Siyi picking green onions with a serious face, his long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterflies, his skin was delicate and fair, like a shelled egg white and tender, which made people can't help but pinch it.

Damn, just imagine it, and the body actually reacted.