Tang Qiao and Wu Boyu hurriedly helped her up, Zhou Moruo tried to move her arm, and frowned in pain,

Wu Boyu glanced at her, turned his head and walked to the side, "I'll go and ask Uncle Sun for leave, you go back to the room and stay," he took a step forward, and suddenly covered his head violently,

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Xie Chao supported him and sighed, "Don't be reckless, go back with Zhou Moruo,"

Jiang Yanyan pulled him away, "No, I have to stay, I'll ......" Before he finished speaking, he fell to the side and fainted,

Zhou Moruo's eyes widened, "Ah Qiao, go find a doctor, Xie Chao Jitong, carry Jiang Yanyan back to the room,"

……

When Jiang Lianyan woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the room, and the sun was shining in through the window warmly.

He got up from the bed, felt his head still a little dizzy, reached out and touched the bandage on the top of his head,

There was a faint sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, which made Jiang Yanyan feel like a world away, he walked out, went around to the kitchen, and saw Zhou Moruo,

Zhou Moruo also had a bandage wrapped in one hand, hanging around her neck, she held a kitchen knife with her other hand, humming a song in her mouth, and chopping a potato leisurely,

Jiang Lianyan approached, and when he heard her humming the tune of "Running", he twitched the corners of his mouth and walked over to her, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhou Moruo's back tensed habitually the moment she heard the voice, she slowly relaxed and turned her head, "Why are you up?" ”

Jiang Lianyan reached out and pressed his eyebrows, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

"About two hours, do you still have a headache?"

Jiang Yanyan shook his head, "It doesn't hurt,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at the bandage on his head, "It seems that this bandage is really useful,"

Jiang Lianyan touched his head, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhou Moruo's hands kept moving, and he said while chopping vegetables, "The doctor in the town examined you, saying that it was a slight concussion, let me find a bandage to wrap your head around it, it will help you recover, I still think it's too ridiculous, I didn't expect it to be really useful,"

Jiang Yanyan was silent for a while, and was about to tear off the bandage, Zhou Moruo hurriedly said, "Hey, don't be in a hurry to remove it, I finally tied it for you, and I will wear it for a while,"

Jiang Lianyan snorted, but didn't insist on demolishing it, he leaned over and took a look, "What are you doing?" Mashed potatoes? ”

"It's diced potatoes," Zhou Moruo chopped again, "I wanted to cut potato slices, but I couldn't do it with one hand, so I chopped into diced potatoes,"

Jiang Lianyan glanced at the miserable potatoes, frowned, and said, "You're almost made into mashed potatoes, get up, I'll help you cut them,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at him suspiciously, and saw that his cutting gesture was very standard, so he was a little relieved, wiped his hands and said, "I'll go get some rice,"

Jiang Lianyan carefully cut a piece of potato, "Well, go ahead,"

As a result, when Zhou Moruo came back from washing rice, she was stunned, "You are the one, make mashed potatoes!" ”

Jiang Lianyan cut the potatoes into small pieces of the same size and shape, because Zhou Moruo originally cut big and small, he couldn't make the small pieces bigger, so he cut all the big pieces into the same small pieces, and set up a table squarely, and Zhou Moruo's dense phobia was about to be committed.

Zhou Moruo looked at him speechlessly, "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" ”

Jiang Lianyan thought about it seriously, "One thing, I just think that we have to respect food,"