The kitchen space in the ward was not large, and Wu Shichen had to hang one arm and follow Lu Qianzhou's back.

After turning around and stepping on Wu Shichen's feet for the fourth time, Lu Qianzhou finally pulled down his face and asked Cheng Yuan to pull him out.

Wu Shichen saw that Lu Qianzhou was really a little angry, and without waiting for Cheng Yuan to approach, he obediently took two steps back towards Lu Qianzhou and stopped at the door of the kitchen.

Lu Qianzhou sighed, turned around and continued to get busy.

The fish soup was simple, and she also made four additional dishes and steamed a large pot of rice.

Zuo Xiaoqing ate a bowl full of rice, drank two bowls of fish soup, and patted his round stomach to make Lu Qianzhou laugh.

There was only one person who ate the whole time.

Wu Shichen sullenly picked up the rice grains in the bowl one by one, but his eyes looked at Lu Qianzhou, who was taking care of Mousse to eat, a mouthful of meat and rice, a mouthful of vegetables and rice, a mouthful of fish soup, and a mouthful of fish.

He snorted coldly and forced himself to withdraw his gaze, the food that he had thought was fragrant had lost its original taste.

I was depressed in my heart, and I couldn't go up or down with a breath of air in my heart.

Wu Shichen put down his chopsticks, said lightly, "I'm full", turned around and lifted the quilt and lay back on the hospital bed.

Lu Qianzhou turned his head to look at the big arched lump on the hospital bed, knowing that Wu Shichen had a little temper again, so he didn't pay attention to him, and after feeding the last mouthful of soup in the bowl to Mousse, he turned his head and whispered to Zuo Xiaoqing, "Xiaoqing, take a piece of paper for Brother Mousse and wipe your mouth." ”

Zuo Xiaoqingren was a big ghost, first put down the gadgets in his hand, straightened his back and glanced at Wu Shichen, who had buried himself in the quilt, before he nodded, obediently pulled out two pieces of paper, jumped off the chair and walked towards Mousse.

"Uncle, I'll wipe your mouth."

The corners of Mousse's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but retort, "Lu Qianzhou was talking about my brother just now." ”

Zuo Xiaoqing shook his head and pointed to the hospital bed next door, his voice was crisp and loud, and a little deliberate, "No, you are an uncle, Brother Shichen and Brother Xingyu are brothers." ”

Mousse was not convinced, "Why is Wu Shichen an elder brother and I an uncle?" ”

Zuo Xiaoqing tilted her head and glanced at Mousse, "Because Sister Qianzhou wants to be with her brother," she gently patted Mousse's leg in a small adult tone, "You can only be an uncle." ”

When Wu Shichen heard Zuo Xiaoqing's words, his frowning brows finally flattened a little.

Lu Qianzhou was going to serve the bowl for a while, turned around and glared at Zuo Xiaoqing with a smile, and saw her sticking out her tongue and shrinking her neck before turning her head around.

Wu Shichen's rice bowl still has more than half a bowl of rice, although Lu Qianzhou is taking care of the mousse, but he also noticed that Wu Shichen didn't even eat a few bites of food.

She sighed, took some beef and put it on the side of the rice, and added some more vegetables. Looking sideways, Wu Shichen still remained as he was nested in the quilt.

Lu Qianzhou walked over and pulled the quilt with his free hand, and as soon as he pulled it down a little, he was pulled back by the person on the bed. Repeating it twice, Lu Qianzhou put the bowl on the cabinet and pulled the quilt down with both hands.

Wu Shichen was afraid that Lu Qianzhou would be injured, so he half-buried his face in the pillow and closed his eyes tightly to not look at her.

"Heh~~" Lu Qianzhou saw Wu Shichen's appearance of being greatly wronged, and he was so angry that he laughed directly, "Wu Shichen, Cheng Tezhu is still here." ”

Oh, yes.

Wu Shichen's eyes opened slightly, he knew that there were outsiders, but he just couldn't help feeling sad.

[Cheng Yuan: I...... Is it an outsider? 】

He didn't speak, Lu Qianzhou had to lean over and break his face, and kisses that were as soft as feathers slid across fell on his eyebrows, nose and lips in turn, "Get up, eat." ”