That night, Lanting slept in the hospital.

At nine o'clock, the lights had been turned off in the ward, and she lay on the escort bed and read Shao Jilang's reply again.

[See Outside].

See the outside? What do you mean? Can she still talk to him?

She remembered the change in Shao Jilang's attitude in the hospital, and she was a little unsure of the meaning of this sentence for a while.

clicked on the input box, thought about it again and again, deleted and lost for more than ten minutes, but she never found the sentence that hit the bull's-eye.

Forget it, she threw down her phone, Shao Jilang only replied with three words in five days, what is she in a hurry, sleep!

The next day, Lan Yue was discharged from the hospital, and Lan Ting took her back to his home.

"Sister, you just live in my house, the sun is good and comfortable here."

Lan Ting changed the futon and helped Lan Yue to lie down.

Lan Yue's face was embarrassed, and she just wanted to open her mouth, but she raised her hand to stop: "Live in peace first, the most important thing is to take care of your body, and other things will be talked about later." ”

She opened the wardrobe and said while putting on a T-shirt: "I hired a part-time worker, you don't care about anything, just lie down, look less at your phone, and close your eyes more." ”

Lan Yue hurriedly sat up: "I don't have to spend that money, I can take care of myself." ”

"Alright, obedient." Lan Ting walked to the chest of drawers, opened the drawer underneath, and began to put on makeup, "It's not bad for this, I'll ask for a month." ”

"Then I'll give you the money." Lan Yue took out her mobile phone to transfer money, "I haven't paid off this month's debt, I'll make up for it." ”

Lan Ting's movements were very fast, and he had already drawn lipstick: "Don't worry about this, with me, you just take care of yourself." ”

She brushed her hair and tied a loose braid: "I still have something to do, you can sleep for a while, I'll go." ”

Lan Yue listened to the door slamming shut, and leaned against the head of the bed dejectedly, who can sleep in the morning.

…………

Lan Ting went around a few construction sites, everything was going well, she looked at the schedule, and there was still Shao Jilang's garden design quotation that had not yet been submitted.

"Hiss~" The dizziness came again, and when she was discharged from the hospital, the doctor told her to stay in bed to recuperate, but how could she have this time to lie down.

Lying on the steering wheel, she opened her inbox, and the designer's plan was passed on, but it didn't mean that.

Lan Ting sent a voice message in the group: "Xiao Li, it doesn't feel right." ”

There are a total of three people in the group, she, the financial Chang Zhi, the designer Li Yuanxu, a radish and a pit, Lan Ting himself has all the positions except for them, such as operation, sales, construction, and supervision.

Their decoration company is more appropriate to call it a decoration team.

She decided to go to the old bungalow to take another look, Shao Jilang had to sign the list, and earn this amount of money, which was enough to pay back for a few months.

Just after ten o'clock, Lan Ting arrived at the place, and it was inconvenient to park in the old town, so she parked on the periphery and walked in.

Shao Jilang sat in the car and watched her Shi Ran walk by.

Today she is a little different, white T-shirt khaki skirt, hair loosely tied to one side, the July sun is shining, she holds a fan to block, her arms are slender, her legs are straight.

She looked at the door, took out her mobile phone and slid it around, Shao Jilang brought up Lan Ting's chat page, showing that the other party was typing ......

But the news never arrived, he looked up, Lan Ting put the phone back in his pocket, looked left and right for a while, and then raised his feet and walked forward.

She quickly circled the house and found a shade to stand, fanning her hand non-stop.

Shao Jilang got out of the car and walked around from behind, and when he was about to get closer, he heard her muttering: "What is the vicissitudes of life, the old garden is still there, it can really be ......."

"Really?" He spoke, just as he held the startled Lan Ting, "Otherwise, I'll tell you about it again." ”

He took a step to open the door and made a gesture of please, "Inside. ”

Soon, Lan Ting drank the first white tea again, it was not much delicious, she looked at the clear tea in the cup, it was still a little inferior to the fruit tea bag she drank, not sweet.

She silently made an evaluation in her heart, put down the teacup, and looked sincere: "Doctor Shao, I just got discharged from the hospital, and I haven't had time to thank you yet, do you have time today?" I'll be the east, please have a good meal. ”

Shao Jilang poured her another cup of tea: "There is time." ”

Lan Ting didn't expect him to be so direct, but he was stuck, and he paused before answering: "Is the plum garden okay, the recent special fire, it is said that they are all antique dishes of the Song Dynasty, which is quite interesting." ”

Shao Jilang drank all the tea, moved his index finger, and looked at her with a smile: "Do you know how to cook?" ”

"Huh?"

………………

When Lan Ting pulled the small cart and shuttled through the vegetable field, he was still in a trance, under what circumstances would he cook.

She called up her Chinese New Year's Eve dinner recipe, two people to eat, six dishes, one soup and one soup plus snacks, sweet and salty each.

Cooking is really not a difficult thing for her, her parents have left one after another, her sister will soon get married, she has taken care of herself for so many years, not to mention the best cooking skills, there are always a few specialty dishes.

Shao Jilang waited for her at the door, took the things in her hand, and took her to the kitchen.

"Thank you for your hard work." He leaned against the door, stood for a moment, put down the words, and went out again.

The kitchen is newly renovated, the steamer and oven are all available, Lanting is handy to use, and in more than an hour, the dishes are served one after another.

Shao Jilang sat at the dining table, but he was a little surprised, the dishes on this table were quite decent, chicken, duck and fish were all available, Lan Ting scooped him a bowl of soup and served it to him with both hands.

"Doctor Shao, try this pickled bamboo shoots, this is our family's exclusive recipe, if the winter bamboo shoots are better, but this whip bamboo shoots is not bad."

Shao Jilang took a sip and nodded: "Yes, it's quite fresh, and the craftsmanship is good." ”

"What exclusive recipe?" He took a piece of tofu and asked casually, "Can you spread it?" ”

Lan Ting also scooped up a bowl of soup and was drinking, she blinked: "It doesn't matter if you tell you, the secret recipe is the feeling." ”

"Feelings?"

"Hmm." She was happy to eat, shaking her head, showing some young girl's cuteness, "My mother said, cooking depends on feeling, just put condiments, just the right amount." ”

Shao Jilang paused and lowered his eyes, oh, the smell of mother.

He didn't say this, he went through it in his mouth, swallowed it again, and scooped another bowl himself, no, it was also his mother's taste.

When he raised his eyes again, there was a change in his expression that he hadn't even noticed.