On the way home, no one spoke in the car, and Ouyang Ze would only occasionally glance at me in the rearview mirror while driving, but when I noticed him, he would immediately turn his thief-like gaze away.

Cristao and Xu Shaohui both wanted to be the bridge between our chasm, and they both wanted us to say a word, but when they saw my cold eyes and Ouyang Ze's shaking hand on the steering wheel, they no longer dared to say anything.

The silence and oppressive atmosphere permeated the carriage, and this scene made me feel like I was in a small hospital room, which not only shortened the distance between me and them, but also narrowed my disgust with Ouyang Ze and Chris Tao's "good intentions".

"Rui Rui, do you feel bored?"

The first to speak was Xu Shaohui, just because he couldn't stand this oppressive environment than me, and he was more energetic than me.

Through the reflection of the rearview mirror, I saw the lower half of Ouyang Ze's face again, as well as his slightly trembling lips that wanted to open.

"What about being bored? Don't just continue to sit in the car like this. ”

I opened my mouth first without waiting for Ouyang Ze to speak, I didn't want him to say anything boring, and I didn't want to hear his voice, so I could only speak first.

Ouyang Ze was really blocked by me, and the mouth that was still trembling just now froze, and the corners of his mouth were lowered little by little, and he didn't say what he wanted to say.

The scenery outside the window is beautiful, the ground is pure white after the heavy snowfall, and the buildings are like winter brides, and the buildings are all dressed in the white veils given to her by winter. Beauty is beauty, but how is it feeling at the moment? Are you willing to accept pure white?

Perhaps, I can understand them ...

The scenery of the past is like a long comic strip, which appears in my vision little by little, and then disappears from my vision little by little. Isn't this what life is meant to be? No matter how hard you try, you can't resist the trampling of the years...

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of rice. The smell of ramen, xiaolongbao, and soup is like a spell cast by Christao's sisters, and the smell of it makes you feel appetizing.

"In order to welcome you back, I specially asked them to make some of your favorite dishes."

Seeing me take a big breath of the scent in the air and the happy smile on my face, Chris Tao took the initiative to pull me into the restaurant and show me the food on that table.

When the plates and bowls were neatly arranged on the two-meter-long table, and when I saw the heat of the dish swirling in mid-air, I realized how modest Cristao was... This is a "little bit", it is simply a full Han banquet!

"How... How did you do so much?! ”

Before I could be surprised, Xu Shaohui opened my mouth for me. The big jaw wanted to fall to the ground, and the wide eyes seemed to fly to the plate full of delicious food.

"Hehe, Chen Rui was finally discharged from the hospital, so naturally he had to make up for his body with a little more heartiness. If you eat so little in the hospital, of course you have to make up for what you lost in the hospital at home. ”

Christao said as she walked to the center of the table full of delicious food, reaching for the white casserole that was placed in the middle of the table. The red, green, and green colors on the surface of the casserole are full of Chinese flavor, as if the neighborhood in the streets and alleys will use it to stew soup.

"This is specially brought by Mr. Xu from China, and he said that only a Chinese casserole can stew the taste of that hometown."

Maybe the contents of the pot had just been stewed, and the second Christao's hand touched the lid, his hand was quickly scalded back by the blazing heat.

"Slow down, I'll do it."

I wanted to go up and help her, but she stopped me again.

"You're a patient, or I'll come."

She was like a lioness guarding her family, and she wouldn't let me get near that casserole.

"This is the most nutritious dish on the table today!"

As she spoke, Christao once again stretched out her red-hot hand to the pale white lid of the pot. Although she smiled brightly, when she saw her hot red hand, she also felt very sad.

"I'll do it anyway."

Before the words fell, I saw Ouyang Ze walk out from behind me, walked straight to Cristao's side, and picked up the lid of the pot before Cristao.

Men's hands are different from women's hands, and men's hands are thicker in comparison, so that the temperature of this scorching hand can't transmit Ouyang Ze's nerves at all.

The moment the lid of the pot left the edge, the steam imprisoned inside was like a prisoner who had been imprisoned for a long time, and after seeing the light from the outside world, they all rushed into the air, with the strong smell of medicine in the pot.

"This is the Changbai Mountain ginseng that Mr. Ouyang bought from China, it is the best way to nourish your body and nourish your qi, I originally wanted to stew it for you in the hospital, but I think it is better to stew it at home, so it also has a bit of a home taste..."

It wasn't until the white smoke cleared that I saw the stew in the pot. Although the ginseng was cut into slices, it was neatly arranged around the pot, and even the whiskers were like vines full of life, wrapping around the surface of the chicken in the pot.

Maybe it's been stewed for a long time, the soup has turned milky white, and the chicken looks tender and white, as if you can poke two holes in the thin layer of chicken skin with a gentle poke of chopsticks.

Chris Tao's eyebrows fluttered, and his eyes signaled to Ouyang Ze from time to time. I could see that she was intent on reconciling the two of us, but the effects of a single ginseng alone could not heal my physical wounds.

Ouyang Ze still didn't put down the lid of the pot in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the pot of ginseng chicken soup, as if he was waiting for the medicinal effect of the pot of chicken soup to come into play, waiting for me to be saved by the medicinal effect of the resurrection, waiting for my heart to heat up again.

"You don't know, this ginseng is a good one in Changbai Mountain, but Ouyang Ze spent a lot of money and found a lot of people to buy it."

Xu Shaohui whispered in my ear, it's just that the room is too quiet, but if there is a little noise, he will definitely tell me about Ouyang Ze's heavy money and ginseng carefully.

"Oh."

I didn't say anything more because that chicken soup didn't heal me that easily.

A pot of chicken soup stewed with money was exchanged for an "oh" from me. The five-flavor bottle on Ouyang Ze's face was overturned, and the tangled expression made people feel pitiful.

He was like a sculpture, his whole hand was frozen in the air, and he didn't even put down the lid of the pot in that hand...