After eating, Zhao Wenwu took out a tissue, wiped his mouth, and then packed up those takeaway lunch boxes and threw them into the trash.

"Thank you, Brother Wenwu." Yan Chuyao smiled at him gratefully.

It's like she's a benefactor.

He touched his belly, which was already slightly bulging, and felt a little supportive, but he still jokingly said to Yan Chuyao, "Thank me for what?" I've eaten all your food. ”

But he successfully defended that the food was not wasted, otherwise, Yan Chuyao would be very sad.

As long as Yan Chuyao is happy, he will be content.

Yan Chuyao was injured and refused to eat, so she asked the nurse to give Yan Chuyao a nutrient solution.

At ten o'clock, Yan Chuyao finished infusing the nutrient solution, and he left and returned to the hot pot restaurant.

People are iron, and rice is steel.

Even if Yan Chuyao has the support of nutrient solution, eating is still the most important.

Buy it back, whether she eats it or not, eat a little is a little.

After Zhao Wenwu left, Yan Chuyao felt groggy and fell asleep again.

In a daze, I heard someone knocking on the door.

She was not awake yet, so she said hysterically, "Don't knock, I don't want flowers, don't send me flowers." ”

Because she had never received flowers, she received three bouquets of flowers at once in one morning, and even dreamed that some irrelevant people sent her flowers.

It's so unaccustomed to her.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and he said that.

After speaking, she suddenly straightened her eyes, and the knocking on the door outside continued.

Tuk-tuk.

She raised her hand and rubbed her brow, only to realize that it was not a dream.

"Please come in." She shouted at the door.

After the infusion of the nutrient solution, her spirit was much better, and she even seemed to have the strength to speak.

The door was opened, and the people who came in didn't surprise her too much.

Because only those who didn't know her well would knock on the door before coming in as a sign of politeness.

The person who came was neither her family, Yan Tongzhou or Zhao Wenwu.

I'm not here to deliver flowers.

I saw a little girl who looked seventeen or eighteen years old and had short ear-length hair walking in.

Wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of denim shorts, she looks like a middle school student at first glance with delicate and small facial features and a small figure.

However, it's the same as every time Zhao Wenwu comes.

She also had a bag full of food in her hand.

"You are?" Yan Chuyao looked at her in surprise, she didn't know her at all.

The girl smiled at her, her eyes crooked, very cute.

She introduced herself to Yan Chuyao: "My name is Tang Xiaotian, and I am a newly recruited waiter in our hot pot restaurant. ”

Tang Xiaotian.

Yan Chuyao slowly chewed on the name in her heart.

As the name suggests, this girl is indeed quite sweet when she laughs.

Yan Chuyao gestured to the chair next to her with her eyes, "Sit down." ”

Tang Xiaosan put the bag of food on the table, pulled over the chair, and sat down in front of Yan Chuyao.

"Brother Wenwu asked me to bring you food." She said.

When she is not smiling, her eyes are wide and round, with a delicate nose and a cherry-like lady, the same cuteness and sweetness.

Yan Chuyao seemed to notice something, her eyes dimmed, and asked Tang Xiaotian, "Is the store particularly busy today?" ”

Tang Xiaotian remembered what Zhao Wenwu had said when she was about to go out, and nodded at Yan Chuyao, "Well, the store is very busy today, especially Brother Wenwu." That's why he can't bring you food, so let me do it for him. ”

Yan Chuyao sighed.