The old lady was happy to see them so close, if only Xie Changxuan hadn't been sick.

The old lady left after lunch, and after a while, Gu Qingyu received a text message on her mobile phone: I will leave first, and I will send me a message if I have something to do in the future.

Gu Qingyu's eyes were red at that time, such a large number of people usually only use their mobile phones to make and receive calls, but now for Xie Changxuan, he quietly learned to send text messages. She could even imagine the old lady squinting her eyes and leaning her back, one finger poking at the keyboard and typing.

"And what are you looking at?" Xie Changxuan was not happy when he saw her holding the mobile phone, and his handsome and sparse brows frowned.

"Just flip through it, I don't believe you." Gu Qingyu looked at it, and called up the photo on her mobile phone to show him, the photo was taken when she was in the hospital, Xie Changxuan was wearing a fat hospital gown and looked haggard.

Just about to take it back, the mobile phone was snatched away by Xie Changxuan.

"When did you shoot me so ugly." Xie Changxuan held his mobile phone high and deleted all the ugly photos in his hospital twice. The last photo is Gu Qingyu, with a puffy face, red lips, and a cute little red heart on her cheeks.

Xie Changxuan gave a cold look, "Take me so ugly, and make yourself so good-looking!" ”

"You give it back to me." Gu Qingyu wanted to snatch back his phone, but he was not as tall as him, and he couldn't even jump up.

"If you want a phone, you can take a better picture of me." Xie Changxuan pointed to the photo, "I remember that you didn't wear makeup in the hospital, why... Why are there still flowers on the head? ”

Gu Qingyu looked at him with a blank look and bent over with a smile, "The dignified president, the successor of the new generation of the Xie family, doesn't even understand beauty. ”

What is the Hsieh successor? Dignified president? Who is this talking about, Xie Changxuan was confused.

He has amnesia, but his mind is still there, and he knows that he will have a headache if he thinks about it too much, so he forces himself not to think about it, and secretly remembers it in his heart.

Gu Qingyu was playful, and pulled Xie Changxuan to rub and rub and pat, and he didn't want to shoot anymore, the Xie Changxuan's beautiful face came out and looked better than her.

"Why are you upset?" Xie Changxuan saw that she was not in a high mood and was nervous.

"It's nothing, I haven't washed my hair in days, it's a little itchy." Gu Qingyu asked the nanny to find two mirrors to come over, she wanted to see what was going on with the wound on the back of her head.

It must be a hairstyle problem, otherwise she is naturally beautiful, how can she not be as beautiful as a man.

The nanny brought two mirrors and stood behind one of them, "The wound on the young lady's head is healing well, and the scabs on the side have begun to fall off. ”

Xie Changxuan glanced at it, the egg-sized scar was shocking, and in order to prevent infection, the hair around him was shaved bald. He raised his hand and brushed away the mirror in the nanny's hand and didn't show it to Gu Qingyu. Girls love beauty, and she must be sad to see her hair like this.

"What are you doing, I haven't seen it yet." Gu Qingyu blamed him.

"What do you care about him, anyway, in a few days the wound will be healed and you will almost be able to wash your hair, and then the hair will fall back, who can see it." Xie Changxuan comforted her, and in order to divert her attention, he proposed to go outside.

Gu Qingyu didn't know his intentions, so he agreed, the sun outside was fine, and it was not bad to go to the yard to bask in the sun.

The subordinate brought two hats, both of them were wounded on the head, and it was not good to see the wind. Gu Qingyu picked a fisherman's hat with a wide brim, she was used to wearing a hat and didn't feel anything, but Xie Changxuan was so awkward to wear it, she had to go out with the wound. Institutions

"My wound is small, so it's not in the way."

"Put it on!" Gu Qingyu pretended to be angry and put it on him with his own hands. Xie Changxuan was obedient and honest.

In late autumn, a row of chrysanthemums is planted in the backyard, which is blooming brightly, with a wide variety of varieties and purple and red. The best thing to look at is a few white chrysanthemums, the flowers are luxuriant, white and flawless, and proudly autumn breeze.

Gu Qingyu had a whim, and asked someone to bring a basket over, "Shall I make you a chrysanthemum banquet?" ”

"Chrysanthemum feast?" Xie Changxuan is also half a gourmet, he has only seen chrysanthemums as dishes decorated, at most he makes tea, and he has never eaten fresh chrysanthemums.

Gu Qingyu plunged into the chrysanthemums, concentrating on selecting the best chrysanthemums, which should be large and neat before they bloomed. Afraid that some would not be able to eat, she took out her mobile phone to take pictures of chrysanthemums to identify, screening one variety after another.

The nanny moved the chair, and Xie Changxuan sat next to her and looked at her intently, this scene was like a beautiful oil painting, picking chrysanthemums in the afternoon.

The picked chrysanthemums were taken back to the house by the nanny to rinse carefully, Gu Qingyu carefully explained, don't break the petals, and soak them in light salt water for ten minutes after washing.

Then holding a cup of hot tea, he squeezed into a chair with Xie Changxuan, basking in the sun and chatting.

Time flies, and before it is good, the sun is turning west, and the coolness is getting stronger.

At half past five, Gu Qingyu rolled up his sleeves and put on an apron, and began to work on the chrysanthemum banquet in the kitchen. White chrysanthemum and yellow chrysanthemum are sorted according to color, neatly stacked aside, and the other ingredients are processed.

Wash the white rice and add it to the pot under water and start to boil the porridge. The time to boil porridge is not idle, take a fresh grass carp to clean it, take the back meat and cut it into thin slices, and cut it off with four knives and the fifth knife. Then shred the fish to keep the skin intact. After processing, put salt and egg whites to marinate for a few minutes, coat with dry starch and set aside.

Take another bowl to beat the eggs, add only salt and seasoning powder, add water and starch and make a batter after beating well, and set aside for later use.

At this time, the porridge is boiling, turn off the low heat and simmer slowly.

Heat the oil pan, burn until smoking, evenly coat the whole white chrysanthemum buds face down, and fry them in the oil pan until golden brown and crispy. Drain the oil and serve on a plate and fry the white chrysanthemum.

Fry the starch-coated fish in hot oil, drain and put it on a plate. Leave a little hot oil in a pot, add tomato paste, add water and sugar and bring to a boil. Finally, add a little starch to thicken, pour it on the fish, and put a tender yellow chrysanthemum next to it, and a chrysanthemum fish is ready.

Take the chrysanthemum petals, cucumber and carrot shreds, add salt, sugar, white vinegar, stir well, pour sesame oil on the plate, and sprinkle a little white sesame seeds.

The remaining batter of the fried chrysanthemums was not thrown away, and the pan was spread out into pancakes. The cake is made and the porridge is boiled, and the white chrysanthemum petals are added to the ripe, and the white chrysanthemum porridge is ready.

Xie Changxuan has been watching her from the side, his movements are clean and neat, he doesn't drag mud and water, and his sleeves are still as clean as new when he comes out of the busy work. Looking at the food served in the same way, the more I looked, the more surprised I became, the aroma of the rice was sandwiched with the elegant fragrance of chrysanthemums, and the fragrance was greasy.

Take a deep sniff, "Yes, the taste of chrysanthemums blends well with the food, and the flavor is not tasteful, I don't know how it tastes." ”

"Eat it." Gu Qingyu brought the porridge to him and turned around to go to the living room. She knew that Xie Changxuan didn't like the smell of oily smoke, so it was better to go to the living room to disperse the smell.

"Where are you going?" Xie Changxuan raised his hand to stop him, even if he returned home, he still felt insecure.