Carrying Luo Ning to the dining room, a fluffy mat had been placed on the main seat, and after carefully putting her on the mat, he went to the kitchen to bring out all the food.

In order to take care of her during this time, he learned to make all kinds of soup, and when she was resting, he made this pig's knuckle soup, and the soup had been thick and white in three hours, and the meat on the pig's feet fell off the bones with a slight shake.

In addition to the soup, he also made some light porridge and refreshing side dishes.

There weren't many of them, but the two of them were still okay after eating.

"Drink soup again. I don't want to drink soup anymore, it's so greasy~"

After Luo Ning watched the last dish he brought out from the kitchen was soup, his face instantly pulled long.

She stayed in the hospital for almost a month, he made all kinds of soup for himself every day, and she could drink it happily at first, but she couldn't stand it when there were all kinds of soup for three meals a day, but she still gritted her teeth and drank it.

I thought that after leaving the hospital, she wouldn't have to drink soup, but I didn't expect that the first meal I just went home would still have soup, or that greasy pig's knuckle soup, and now when she smells the soup, she wants to vomit, let alone let her drink it.

"No, it's good for you."

Ling Chuhao directly rejected her opinion that she didn't want to drink it, and forcefully filled a bowl and put it in front of her, intending to stare at her to finish drinking.

"Hao Hao~"

Luo Ning tugged at his sleeve and looked at him blankly, trying to make him fall for his beauty trick so that he wouldn't have to drink the greasy soup.

"No, I'll watch you drink."

Ling Chuhao ruthlessly pulled his sleeves back, pushed the bowl, and stared at her.

"Hao Hao~You don't love me anymore~"

Luo Ning said and spoke, burying her face in her hands, shaking shoulders, and sobbing sounds, all indicating that she was crying.

"It's useless to cry, you have to drink after crying."

Ling Chuhao didn't eat her at all, maybe he would be soft-hearted and wouldn't let her drink it the first time, but for so long, she didn't know how many times she played this trick, and he was now immune.

"Hmph—hate you."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at him angrily, with traces of tears on her white face.

Seeing that he didn't eat soft or hard, Luo Ning had no choice but to pick up the bowl aggrievedly, and suddenly said: "It's hot now, I can drink it later." After saying that, he happily put the bowl down again, and it could drag on for a second.

"I've already touched it just now, it's not hot, hurry up and drink it."

Ling Chuhao gave a sharp look, and she was so frightened that she quickly picked up the bowl again and drank it to her mouth.

"I hate you—"

Luo Ning endured the nausea in the soup, wrapped his hands around his chest angrily, and turned his head to stop looking at him.

After a while, she didn't see him come to coax herself, she was aggrieved again, "Don't you love me anymore, I drank the soup, you still don't come to comfort me, obviously I drank the soup into my stomach, and I still endure the nausea, you don't even know to comfort and comfort me, I'm so uncomfortable......" The broken thought mode has been turned on.

"Well, my sister is the best."

Ling Chuhao put down the chopsticks in his hand, reached out and rubbed her head, and his movements were so skilled that he was already conditioned.

"That's pretty much it."

After Luo Ning was appeased, he put down his arm, picked up the rice porridge he had served, and ate it in a big gulp.

A child's temper comes and goes as fast as it comes.