"Sizzle...... It hurts me to death. ”

Song Qing bared his teeth and grinned, it really hurt.

After all, when the car fell, it hit the bone in her leg.

It is said that it will take 100 days to break your muscles and bones, which is really not a casual talk.

It seems that she will have to be a disabled person for a long time again.

Speaking of which, she also promised her mother to go back and eat bacon in the next two days.

Can this go back?

Thinking of this, Song Qingna couldn't help but scratch his head.

Just her disabled appearance, it seems a little too miserable.

Moreover, her parents must be worried.

Seriously, if she calls now that she was hit and hurt her leg, her parents will definitely drive over immediately.

Therefore, there are no parents in the world who do not love their children.

Even if you usually dislike you, you will say that other people's families are excellent, but as long as you hear that you are injured there, you will definitely come to ask for warmth as soon as possible.

That's the love of parents.

It seems that she will have to wait a long time before she goes back, or she will go back now, with the attitude of her parents.

It's definitely three meals a day, and I'm fed with all kinds of soup every day.

In her mother's words, it's where the wound is repaired.

Don't believe it.

Absolutely.

She'd experienced it firsthand.

Although pork rib soup and tube bone soup are delicious, they are eaten three times a day, every day, and eaten for half a month, which is really unaffordable.

Song Qing remembered that he fell once when he was a child, and his hand joint was just dislocated and he took it back.

And when she came home from the hospital, she had eaten bone broth for half a month, no, there was something else.

Pork rib soup, tube bone soup, pork heart soup, pork belly soup...... Three meals a day are all these things, and it's no wonder that you don't get tired.

Is there a love? Called mom thinks you need nutrition.

Whoever let her family kill pigs, there has been no shortage of kneading and eating for generations.

Turning his head and glancing at the floor-to-ceiling windows? The curtains are drawn at this point.

Is it any wonder that the room is dark? She thought it was dark.

Song Qing habitually reached out and touched it from under the pillow? I want to take my phone to see what time it is.

But? Obviously, her phone was not under the pillow.

Song endured the pain in her calf and turned over and sat up.

Eyes swept over the room? Song Qing soon saw the mobile phone on the bedside table on the side.

Seeing his mobile phone, Song Qing reached out to pick it up, reached out and picked it up and lit up the screen and glanced at it.

17：25

"It's almost half past five." She slept for so long.

Song endured the pain and moved to the side of the bed and stretched out his feet to put on his shoes.

Standing up slowly, Song gave it a light try? If you want to stand on tiptoe, go open the curtains.

It turned out to be.

Forget it.

Song Qing stood up and just stepped forward, grinning in pain, and took it back.

Maybe it's because she's been sleeping for a long time, and when she moves her foot slightly, it hurts like a tendon.

“……”

Song Qing took off his shoes depressedly? He lay back on the bed.

But this time she didn't sleep, but took a pillow and leaned against the head of the bed.

Picking up the phone, Song swiped lightly and boredly.

After Song Qing leaned on the bedside and looked at his mobile phone for a few minutes, he saw that the door of his room was pushed open.

It was Zhao Yu who walked into the room, and after the other party glanced into the room? Immediately ran in.

"Mom? Are you awake? ”

"Are you feeling better?"

Seeing Zhao Yusong lightly throw his phone aside? Reaching out and pulling her son, who had already come to her bedside.

"Mom is fine, but it hurts, right? But in a few days, it will be fine. ”

"Huh? That's good, the room is too dark? I'll open the curtains for you, and I saw that you were asleep before, and I was afraid that the light would be too dazzling, so I closed it for you. ”

Zhao Yu walked as he spoke, reached out and took a remote control directly from the bedside table drawer and pressed it.

With a drop, the curtains slowly opened automatically to both sides, if it weren't for the remote control in Zhao Yu's hand, Song Qing thought that he had seen a ghost.

The curtains slowly opened, and the evening sunset slowly shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The faint gold, the golden light was a little dazzling, so that Song Qingbu squinted his eyes before he could get used to it.

Looking at the curtains that had been automatically opened, Song glanced at the remote control in Zhao Yu's hand, and couldn't help but whisper.

"It turns out that this curtain also has a remote control, and it is really poverty that limits my imagination."

"Mom, don't you know? I thought you knew? "Zhao Yu knew it on the first day he came.

Song Qing: "......"

She knew a ghost, although Song Qing had seen the remote control, but she thought it was the remote control of the air conditioner.

But it's not hot now, and there is no need to turn on the air conditioner, so who has nothing to do with the remote control.

Zhao Yu took the remote control in his hand and pressed it.

The lights in the room came on, and then changed several colors.

In short, the chandelier above Song Qing's head has more than one normal color, and it can be switched at will, there are several.

After Zhao Yu turned off the light, he explained to his mother.

"This is, the remote control for the curtains and chandeliers."

Zhao Yu said and put the remote control on the bedside table next to his mother.

"Mom, you've been sleeping for so long, do you want to go downstairs, I'll take you to the living room to sit down."

"At this time, your favorite pork rib soup is stewed in the kitchen, and you should make up for your injury like this."

Song was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was.

If it's really not a family, don't enter a family.

Her parents made it up for her, and now there are two more.

Wait a minute......

Stew?

Did she hear it wrong?

Who stewed it?

She knew that Zhao Cheng's father and son would never know how to cook, so did she want to blow up the kitchen?

Song Qing subconsciously asked, "Who stewed it?" ”

Looking at his mother's frightened appearance, Zhao Yu smiled embarrassedly.

"Mom, don't be nervous, it's not us anymore"

"My dad and I don't know how to cook at all, so we go to stew soup, maybe we have to fry the kitchen."

"Even if it can be stewed well, dark cuisine will definitely not be eaten, so naturally it is not stewed by us."

Listening to Zhao Yu's words, Song Qing patted his chest inexplicably.

"That's good, that's good."

But.

Since it wasn't they who stewed it, who stewed it?

Song Qing thought of this and subconsciously asked Zhao Yu.

"Since it's not you, who made it?"

When Zhao Yu heard this, he instantly came to his senses.

"The chef stewed it! I hired a cook to come back. ”

Song Qing: "......"

The corners of Song Qing's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but speak.

"Just the three of us eating, and you invite a chef back."

Zhao Yu nodded, "Yes!" No chef is inconvenient. Mom, you're hurt, and we won't get you something to eat, so it's much more convenient to have a chef and let the cook cook something for you. ”

“……”

Ask the chef just to make it easier for her to eat?

Song Qing looked at his son standing beside the bed, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

It is said that raising children prevents old age, but she is still so young.

So is she enjoying her happiness in advance?

Could it be that this is the life of a salted fish that is also raised by people who lie down in the legend?

Suddenly I don't want to work hard.

I have a son to raise me? (?ˊ?ˋ)??。