"You are really a big young master, and you have someone to serve you when you are sick." Bai Sununu mouthed and threw the fallen quilt onto the bed for him.

Cheng Jingyang looked at her small action, and he was so happy that he was about to float, he silently sighed in his heart that this illness was too timely, and he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"I rarely get sick and I'm healthy." He defended himself, "Yesterday it was because I wore less clothes, and I will pay attention next time." ”

"Next time, you'll really have to throw people back in front of your mother." Bai Su glared at him, "I don't have so much idle thoughts, I come to your room every day to take a turn to comfort your Cheng Dagongzi's irritable heart, you can be considered lucky, if you really burn it overnight, today's jungle altar is estimated to have to be renewed." ”

The words were not rough, Cheng Jingyang did not refute, but raised the corners of his mouth, almost holding back his laughter.

"Generational?" He smiled: "Even if I have a high fever for three days and three nights, your Li Bai still can't beat me." ”

This was said triumphantly, and Bai Su choked in his throat in one breath.

She raised her eyebrows, thinking that her brain was broken by the rescue last night and this morning.

Seeing that she was deflated, Cheng Jingyang was in a better mood, he crossed his legs in the quilt, and ordered leisurely: "I want to drink porridge." ”

"Then you just want to." Bai Su didn't raise his eyes, "You're almost better now, I'll go back to my room, and you can play slowly by yourself!" ”

She said that she was leaving, Cheng Jingyang straightened up and coughed twice, "Wait." ”

He coughed so hard that he wanted to cough up all his lungs. Bai Su's heart skipped a beat and he paused.

"I built the snowman myself, I don't count you as breaking your promise, you cook me a bowl of porridge, and we'll be even."

Childlike tone.

It's like the kind of thing where you steal my candy and you play with me with a toy and we're still good friends.

Bai Su frowned, "I don't know how to cook porridge." ”

"As long as you can eat. Remember to put more shrimp, shredded chicken, shiitake mushrooms, pork ribs, and preferably some Lao Gan Ma. ”

It's so complicated, it can only be counted as being edible?

Forget about the first few ingredients, people who are sick still eat Lao Gan Ma?

"I can only cook porridge, and if I want to drink good food, I will cook it myself."

After Bai Su finished speaking, he picked up his phone and walked out of his room.

Cheng Jingyang was lying on the bed, the smile on the corner of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, and he wanted to drink the water from the bedside, but he knocked over the cup because he was too excited. Fortunately, there was not a lot of water in it, so he wiped it with a paper towel and obediently lay back on the bed, imagining the taste of the porridge cooked by Bai Su in advance.

Bai Su went downstairs and touched the kitchen. She looked at the cleaned kitchen, and couldn't even find a pot, so she didn't know where to start.

"Miss Bai?" Grandma Wang's inquiring voice came from the door, Bai Su was worried that no one could ask, and this time it saved her a lot of effort.

She turned around in surprise and asked, "Grandma Wang, which pot is used to cook porridge, and where is the rice?" Are there any lighter dishes such as green cabbage and shiitake mushrooms? ”

This series of questions made Grandma Wang a little confused, and it took her a long time to react that Bai Su was going to cook porridge.

She wiped her hand on her apron and walked over: "Miss Bai is not full of breakfast and wants to drink some porridge?" It's good for my wife to come here, your hands are expensive, don't burn them. ”

"It's fine." Bai Su smiled and waved his hand, "I also happened to exercise, and when I was alone at home in the future, I had to be able to cook something for myself." ”