As night fell, Shen Dunian ushered in the most difficult dinner time of the day.

Most of the so-called supplements are what she doesn't like.

If she could, Shen Dunian would rather cook a meal by herself, these things really made her unable to swallow.

"Why don't you eat it?" Jun Yiqing saw that Shen Wannian looked loveless, and locked her eyes and asked worriedly.

"It's not tasty." Shen Dunian raised his head and looked at him pitifully, and said in frustration: "It's better to make my own nutritious porridge." ”

"Want to drink porridge?" Jun Yiqing's eyebrows moved slightly.

"Hmm." Shen Dunian nodded like pounding garlic.

Jun Yiqing put away the food in front of him, threw it all into the trash, got up and put on his coat and ordered, "Wait." ”

Shen Dunian saw him leave, and shouted behind him: "Where are you going, there are no delicious porridge shops around here." ”

Jun Yiqing walked quickly, Shen Dunian looked at his back in a daze, and suddenly pulled the corners of his lips.

No one doesn't like to be pampered, and neither does she.

If all the hardships she had suffered before were for the sake of being able to stay with him like this until she grew old, she would feel that those sufferings would not be so painful.

Shen Dunian waited for a long time, and only when his stomach began to rumble did someone come back.

Carrying a good-looking pink thermal box, from a certain point of view, Jun Yiqing and Chu Li both have a mysterious level of appreciation.

Why do you like to stuff her with all the pink and tender things?

After opening the thermos box, Jun Yiqing presented her a bowl of vegetable and lean porridge that looked very good.

Before she could bring it over, Shen Dunian smelled a light fragrance, which woke up her taste buds, and saliva was secreted in her mouth.

"Where did you buy it, so long." Shen Wannian couldn't wait to pick it up, but someone didn't give it to her, the knife wound on her shoulder was not healed yet, and she was not easy to get tired.

After digging a spoonful, Jun Yiqing gently fed her: "Freshly made." ”

Shen Dunian felt the feeling of those millet grains and meat grains lingering between her lips and tongue, and nodded with great satisfaction: "It's delicious, it's about to catch up with my cooking skills." ”

Jun Yiqing couldn't cry or laugh, raised her eyebrows and said, "That is to say, it's worse than you?" ”

Shen Dunian smiled and bent his eyes: "It's just a loss." ”

Jun Yiqing gritted his teeth, but there was a delicate illness in front of him, and he endured it.

Shen Wannian drank three bowls, and after drinking enough, he lay on the bed and couldn't move.

Undoubtedly, it was the most delicious meal she had ever had in this time.

Jun Yiqing ate a few bites casually, but she didn't have much appetite.

After putting the bowl down, he took Shen Dunian to the bathroom to wash with her, and when he came back, he covered her with the quilt and said softly, "Sleep." ”

Shen Dunian tilted his head, staring at him with sparkling eyes, knowing that he had just rushed back from the border non-stop, his body moved to the side, and patted the vacant seat: "Together." ”

Jun Yiqing was not polite, and lay down on her side, with long arms passing under her neck and hugging her in his arms.

"Jun Yiqing, there are still a few days." Shen Dunian couldn't sleep, and asked with empty eyes.

She asked vaguely, but he understood it, and said in a dumb voice: "In less than a week." ”

Shen Dunian suddenly felt that the strength in her body had been drained, and the heart that was often hanging slowly fell back into its original position, and drilled into his arms again, before she said softly: "Is it not, it will be better in the future." ”

Jun Yiqing sensed her sadness and hugged her tighter: "Well, soon, everything will be fine." ”