After Fu Qiran left, Ruan Jiaojiao got up, opened the suitcase, took out a change of clothes and entered the bathroom.

After a while, Ruan Jiaojiao changed into new clothes, and the dirty clothes were also washed by her with hot water and hung in the bathroom.

After tossing for so long, Ruan Jiaojiao was really tired.

She lay back in bed and soon fell asleep.

At this time, downstairs.

Fu Qiran rarely entered the kitchen.

"Grandma, is there anything to replenish blood at home?" Fu Qiran asked.

Grandma nodded, "There are red dates at home, otherwise make some red date porridge." ”

"Hmm." Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, "I'll boil it." ”

Grandma nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay, you come." ”

Fu Qiran skillfully washed rice and water, washed the red dates and cut them in half, picked out the core inside, and then put them in the pot.

Grandma was very pleased to watch from the sidelines.

The adult Fu Qiran rarely sets foot in the kitchen, probably because the demand for food is extremely low, so he will not deliberately do anything.

There was no need, and he didn't want to waste his energy on something that didn't make sense to him.

But this time, for Ruan Jiaojiao, Fu Qiran rarely blew it up.

Grandma sighed in her heart, and she couldn't stop the smile on her face.

Fu Qiran stood there quietly, watching the fire and stirring occasionally.

Boiling porridge is a very long process, but fortunately, Fu Qiran has always been very patient.

In the kitchen, grandma and Fu Qiran were chatting and busy making dinner.

After an hour and a half, the jujube porridge was ready.

Fu Qiran said hello to his grandmother, scooped up a small bowl of red date porridge and went upstairs.

Upstairs, Ruan Jiaojiao heard footsteps in a daze.

She rubbed her eyes, and before her brain could react, her body sat up automatically.

As soon as Fu Qiran opened it, he saw Ruan Jiaojiao sitting on the bed with squinting eyes and a sleepy face.

He walked over and placed the bowl on the bedside table.

"Woke up?"

Ruan Jiaojiao tried hard to open her eyes.

"I boiled you a little red date porridge." Fu Qiran sat on the chair next to the bed, "Shall I feed you?" ”

Although it was a question sentence, he had already picked up the bowl at this time, and he also scooped a little with a spoon and put it to his mouth and blew it.

"Open your mouth." Fu Qiran said again.

Ruan Jiaojiao subconsciously opened her mouth, and the warm porridge reached her mouth.

The fragrance of red dates mixed with rice, coupled with the warm touch, made Ruan Jiaojiao sober up all of a sudden.

"Mr. Fu, I'll do it myself." Ruan Jiaojiao said.

Fu Qiran didn't say anything, he handed the porridge bowl to Ruan Jiaojiao and instructed.

"Be careful."

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, and wrinkled in small sips.

"Is it good?" Fu Qiran asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, "It's delicious!" Is this what my grandmother boiled? ”

"I'll boil it." Fu Qiran chuckled, "It's good if Jiaojiao likes it." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at Fu Qiran in surprise, "Mr. Fu can still make porridge." ”

She sighed.

Fu Qiran let out a "hmm", his expression was faint.

"When I was younger, no one cared about me, so I had to cook for myself."

This sentence full of stories came out of Fu Qiran's mouth so lightly.

Obviously, Fu Qiran's expression was calm and natural, but listening to Ruan Jiaojiao's ears, it made her feel like her heart was pricked by a tiny needle.