The next morning, Huang Zhen'er was awakened by the smell of chicken soup.

Rubbing her eyes, the figure of a man in front of the hospital bed was busy dividing food into small bowls from a small pot, her heart flickered, and she settled down and found that it was Song Siyuan.

A mixture of gratitude and disappointment weaves together.

Turning around, seeing Huang Zhen'er waking up and staring at herself, Song Siyuan avoided his gaze a little embarrassed, pointed to the chicken soup on the table next to the bed, and said, "It's inconvenient for Miss Suyuan to come over today, I'm afraid that you don't like the food in the hospital, so let me send something...... If you're not used to me being here, I'll be gone soon. ”

Softly smiled, a little lazy when she just got up, Huang Zhen'er shook her head, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" ”

"Huh?"

Huang Zhen'er is not stupid to this extent, this is a VIP ward, not eating ordinary hospital food at all, Song Siyuan did this just to take a look at himself.

"If you haven't had breakfast yet, let's eat together." I don't want to live up to his wishes, after all, if I am sick, someone can come to deliver porridge and soup, which is all to thank, and she inadvertently saw a red and swollen blister on Song Siyuan's hand, she blurted out and asked: "Could this soup be cooked by you?" ”

A little embarrassed, Song Siyuan didn't expect Huang Zhen'er to stay down for breakfast, he didn't know how to answer for a while, and looked at the results of his stay up all night, and he didn't know if Huang Zhen'er liked it or not, so he didn't react when he was in place.

I said...... Did you cook it yourself? Huang Zhen'er asked again.

Song Siyuan was shouted back to his senses and quickly nodded vigorously, but after he nodded, he was worried that if he didn't taste it later, wouldn't it be a shame.

This is a recipe he found last night, and he put a lot of Chinese medicinal materials in it, saying that it is very helpful for wounds, but he has no habit of cooking, and he failed twice in a row, and the third time he finally looked good, but he still had a little worry in his heart.

But he forgot to think about it, a man who cooks for himself himself, whether it is delicious or not, has already proved how much he cares about the other person.

"It smells good, it should be delicious, let's eat it together." Smiling, Huang Zhen'er looked at him with big eyes.

"That's good......" Song Siyuan's whole heart was pounding.

For Huang Zhen'er, she didn't want to give Song Siyuan a chance right away, after all, her feelings for Su Zhihao were not a few simple words, or something that could be changed in a day or two, but in Song Siyuan, she saw her own shadow, remembering the loneliness last night, she didn't want him to feel the same way.

Song Siyuan prepared chicken soup to boil porridge, and specially for fear that too much oil would hurt his stomach, so he fished out all the oil on it while cooking.

He took out another bowl, filled some for himself, pulled up a chair, and sat opposite Huang Zhen'er at a distance.

"Eat." Seeing that he was still squirming, Huang Zhen'er opened his mouth to ease his emotions.

With these words, Song Siyuan finally sat down, he carefully brought the bowl to the stretched dining table in front of Huang Zhen'er, and he ate by the cabinet next to the bed.

This porridge was cooked more successfully than expected, not only was it not greasy at all, but the taste of Chinese medicine was also just right, it became a faint aroma, Huang Zhen'er moved her wounded arm, took a small bite first, and then her eyes lit up.

"Delicious, really delicious!" She is complimented from the bottom of her heart.

"Really? That's good, if you like it...... "If you like it, I can cook it for you every day, but this is too numb, Song Siyuan's face is very thin, of course, he only dares to think about it in his heart."

However, Huang Zhener's activities are really inconvenient, not to mention the wounds on her body, her wrist is broken, and it is really difficult to hold a spoon with one hand, and she didn't eat much, but she spilled half of it on her body.

Song Siyuan immediately hurriedly smoked the toilet paper, but the part was just on his chest, and he didn't dare to do it casually, so he had to hand over the toilet paper to Huang Zhen'er and let her wipe it herself.

"I'm sorry I knocked over your porridge."

"It's okay, it's good that people don't get hot!"

But what to do with the leftover porridge? Although Song Siyuan had a faint commotion in his heart, he felt that when he brought it up, he didn't know what kind of eyes Huang Zhen'er would look at him.

But I didn't expect that when he was still hesitating, Huang Zhener actually said what he was thinking.

"Director Song, my hands are not too convenient, and I am embarrassed to ask the nurse to help...... If you don't mind, can you ......" In fact, even Huang Zhen'er was not embarrassed to say this, but there was only this way, and it was impossible for the nurse to do this irrelevant thing, let alone let Song Siyuan's hard work be wasted because of this, she thought that she was injured anyway, so it was not too much.

Of course, Song Siyuan didn't mean to refuse, he originally thought so.

Sitting on the edge of Huang Zhen'er's bed a little shyly, he looked at Huang Zhen'er and made sure that she was not joking, so he slowly picked up the spoon and fed it to Huang Zhen'er's mouth spoonful by spoon.

In anyone's opinion, this picture is an action that can only occur between couples, the door is not closed, and a nurse who was about to come in to change the dressing saw it by the door, and immediately turned her head, not wanting to disturb this moment.

After a while, a bowl of porridge was eaten smoothly, and Song Siyuan returned to his seat and began to eat his own food that was already a little cold, but although the half-cold porridge was eaten in his mouth, he felt that he didn't feel the slightest greasy taste at all, and instead felt an incomparable sense of happiness.

While he was eating, there was a small silence in the ward, he was afraid that Huang Zhen'er would be bored, so he mentioned some things about Jin Suyuan while eating, and finally accidentally mentioned the name that should not be said.

"Miss Su Yuan said that Su Zhihao didn't even have a phone call, is this true?"

Suddenly, Huang Zhen'er's heart seemed to be beaten, her eyes dimmed suddenly, and she turned her head and didn't want to answer this question.

"I didn't want to sow discord, I just heard Miss Su Yuan say this, so I asked casually, don't you be unhappy." Finding that Huang Zhen'er's face was not as pleasant as before, he quickly explained, for fear of ruining the current atmosphere.

No matter what, he is not a person who falls into the well, it was really unintentionally mentioned just now, and he regrets it after saying it.

sighed, "Sister Su Yuan is not wrong, Brother Zhihao didn't call, but it may be because he has a lot of things to deal with over there, no wonder he ......"

However, halfway through this sentence, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Su Zhihao carried two large boxes of nutritional supplements and looked at Song Siyuan coldly.

"Just because I didn't come yesterday doesn't mean I won't be here today."

"Brother Zhihao!"

Huang Zhen'er stared at Su Zhihao in disbelief.

"Look, I brought something for you."