After a while, Wen Yichen carefully put Xia Moyan on the sofa, and then went to get the medicine box without saying a word. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Wen Yichen?" Xia Moyan looked at Wen Yichen, who was dealing with his foot injury, and shouted tentatively.

The wound on his foot became a little ruptured because Xia Moyan touched the ground again and again, and some bright red blood oozed from the wound, Wen Yichen gently treated Xia Moyan's wound.

Because of the pain of the wound, Xia Moyan couldn't help frowning and shouted.

"Does it hurt? Don't forget that you have an injury on your foot. Wen Yichen heard Xia Moyan's voice, looked at Xia Moyan gently, and said, the strength of the medicine on Xia Moyan in his hand couldn't help but be lighter.

"Oh" Xia Moyan pursed her mouth, looked at Wen Yichen pitifully and said aggrievedly.

"Well, that's good!" After Wen Yichen finished giving Xia Moyan the medicine and tying up the medical gauze, he stood up, put his slender hand on Xia Moyan's head, gently touched Xia Moyan's head, and said gently.

"Hmph" Xia Moyan looked at Wen Yichen and smiled, but did not speak.

I don't know when it started, the cold Wen Yichen began to become a little gentle, but it is still difficult for people to change their nature, so sometimes Wen Yichen will make people feel a little schizophrenic.

"I'll go get you porridge and sit here obediently!" Wen Yichen said and turned around and went to the kitchen.

After Wen Yichen entered the kitchen, he curiously tasted the porridge he made, sour, very sour. Wen Yichen thought about it, it seemed that he accidentally sprinkled something into the water when he was in a hurry, and he paid too much attention at that time, thinking it was ordinary water...

Wen Yichen looked at the thing that was accidentally sprinkled into the water, it was white vinegar.......

Xia Moyan looked at the injury on her foot, she didn't know what she was thinking about, and after thinking about it, she turned her head to look at Wen Yichen who was in the kitchen.

Wen Yichen slowly walked to Xia Moyan's side from the kitchen, his deep and dark eyes just met Xia Moyan's look at him, and then his right hand covered the back of Xia Moyan's head, leaned down and lightly imprinted a kiss on Xia Moyan's forehead.

"......" Xia Moyan's body became a little stiff because of a sudden forehead kiss.

"Yan'er, the porridge can't be eaten, I'll make you a new one." After Wen Yichen's thin lips left Xia Moyan's forehead, he looked at Xia Moyan with some distress and said softly.

"Huh?" Xia Moyan said with a frown.

After all, this is the first time Wen Yichen has learned to cook for her, if there is no sourness, it should be delicious, it should be very sweet.

"The porridge is obviously sour, why do you still eat it?" Wen Yichen sat on the back of the sofa, holding Xia Moyan's face with his right hand, and asked warmly.

"It's okay, it's not too sour, but did you put vinegar?" Xia Moyan paused for a while and asked.

"Well, I accidentally spilled white vinegar in the porridge. You wait a minute, I'll redo it for you," Wen Yichen said, and turned around and went to the kitchen.

"Hey!" Xia Moyan looked at Wen Yichen's back, shook her head with a smile, and seemed to want to say something.

Wen Yichen made a porridge again according to the process just now, because of the lessons of the previous times, Wen Yichen seems to have mastered the essentials of making porridge.

So it's quite fast to make and the taste has been tasted by himself, he thinks that although it is not as delicious as Xia Moyan's cooking, it is 10,000 times better than those chefs.

Then put a bowl in front of Xia Moyan and slowly brought it to Xia Moyan, looking at Xia Moyan with some pride