Chapter 10: Feeding Feng Ji, I almost ate his saliva...

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The two looked at each other, and the man who had been sitting upright suddenly stood up. "I originally wanted to come up to talk to you about work, but I happened to run into you. You haven't eaten all morning, so you must be hungry. I'll go to the hospital cafeteria to buy you something to eat."

After saying this, he turned around and left without waiting for Qi Yu to answer.

At this moment, Qi Yu actually saw a hint of fleeing from Feng Ji's back...

Looking at the closed door, a hint of doubt flashed across Qi Yu's face.

Do I need to use the back door fire escape to discuss work with him?

However, the man left so decisively that Qi Yu had no chance to ask further questions. He glanced at his hand where the IV drip was inserted, and finally chalked it up to coincidence.

After all, apart from coincidence, he really couldn't think of any other reason.

After receiving intravenous drips all night, Qi Yu still had little strength, but he no longer had the dizzy feeling he had when he collapsed last night.

He slowly propped himself up and sat up from the bed, then felt for his cell phone on top of the snow-white cabinet.

Not many people added him to his private account, and he didn't check the messages all night. Only the dormitory group messages were active.

A line of red text showed that someone tagged him last night, but Qi Yu was unconscious all night and didn't respond.

Qi Yu is not the kind of person who reads messages but doesn't reply. The three roommates knew that he was busy recently, so he didn't reply and no one urged him.

Fang Kaize: [Yuzi, my mom sent me a big box of cherries from my hometown. I packed it for you. It’s a bit expensive to ship it again by express. I’ll deliver it to you when you’re not busy! @Qiyu]

Fang Kaize is from Qilu. His family contracted an orchard. Every year, his mother would send a lethal amount of Qilu cherries to his dormitory. For this reason, they secretly bought a mini refrigerator in the dormitory to freeze cherries for eating. During their four years in college, they achieved cherry freedom.

Mother Fang did not change this habit until Fang Kaize graduated and started working. She still sent cherries every year, and the people who ate them were still the same few people.

According to the messages in the group, Fang Kaize had already agreed with Sun Yizhou and Jiang Yichuan on the time to pick up the cherries, but Qi Yu was the only one who had not responded.

He took a photo of the hospital bed and posted it in the group, typing a reply: [I don’t have time to pick it up recently. I’ll make an appointment when I recover.]

A photo and a sentence successfully ignited a fire in the dormitory group.

Sun Yizhou: [What happened to WOC? Why is he in the hospital when he's fine?]

Jiang Yichuan: [No wonder you didn't reply the whole night. Were you admitted to the hospital last night?]

Fang Kaize: [Huh? You were fine the last time I saw you. What happened?]

Qi Yu silently poured water to comfort him: [Nothing happened, I just fainted from working too much lately.]

They all have a general understanding of Qi Yu's normal workload. Although he is on call 24 hours a day and will work overtime with his boss, he will leave the company before nine o'clock at the latest. He will probably stay up late and work overtime to the point of fainting only during project time.

After hearing what he said, Fang Kaize's motherly nature exploded, and she sent a 30-second voice message, the content of which was nothing more than advising Qi Yu to take care of his health.

Although Qiyu often heard Fang Kaize nagging him about this during college, he did not feel annoyed. He listened to Fang Kaize's voice message word by word and replied: [I will]

Sun Yizhou suggested: "Yuzi, which hospital are you in? Is there anyone taking care of you? Send us the address and we'll go see you tonight."

Jiang Yichuan: [I second the proposal. Kaizi just happened to bring you cherries.]

Fang Kaize: [I’ll wash some for you when the time comes. I ate a bowl the other day and it was so sweet.]

Qi Yu thought about it and realized that tomorrow was the weekend, and coming to the hospital to see him would not disturb their rest, so he told the name of the hospital and the ward number.

Not long after putting down his phone, Feng Ji pushed the door open carrying a takeaway box.

"The food in the hospital cafeteria is rather bland, so I'll just make do with what I have today."

Feng Ji sat back on the square stool beside him, took the lunch box out of the packaging bag, opened the lid, and revealed the dishes inside.

Stir-fried cucumber, scrambled eggs with shrimp, stir-fried choy sum, and white rice. Except for the shrimp which had some color, the whole plate was just a sea of ​​green.

Qi Yu said it was okay and instinctively raised his hand to take the lunch box. However, he was interrupted by a tingling sensation on the back of his right hand before he raised his hand halfway.

The two looked at each other, Feng Ji picked up the spoon and naturally scooped a spoonful of food to Qi Yu's mouth, "I'll feed you."

Qi Yu was shocked by his action and refused without thinking, "No."

"Why not?" Feng Ji looked at him steadily.

"You often feed me..." He paused for a moment, "and give me hangover soup. It's a courtesy."

Is this how reciprocity is used?

He was Feng Ji's assistant, and feeding his drunk boss sober soup was his job. If their roles were reversed, Feng Ji wouldn't have had to go to such lengths.

He hesitated to speak, his face clearly showing confusion. Seeing this, Feng Ji said nonchalantly, "I changed your underwear for you, so what's wrong with feeding you?"

Qi Yu: “???”

Qi Yu was so frightened by his shocking words that his breath almost got stuck in his throat.

Saying this at this time was obviously intentional.

Qi Yu was a little indignant this time, and his tone was full of rebelliousness and accusation, "Boss Feng, can you please not mention this matter?"

The embarrassing incident that was almost forgotten was made worse by another person's face-to-face contact. The feeling of shame of being wrapped in unfamiliar underwear came back again, and Qi Yu couldn't help but cross his legs under the quilt.

Seeing him like this, Feng Ji's eyes flashed with aftertaste, and he put the spoon to his mouth and fed him, "Eat the meal, I won't mention it anymore."

Qi Yu glanced at the piece of cucumber covered with soup in the spoon. In order to quickly remove the layer of underwear, he did not refuse this time and opened his mouth to eat.

One of them was sitting, the other half lying, with Qi Yu in the lower position. From Feng Ji's perspective, he could see his thick eyelashes when he lowered his eyes, and the slightly puffed cheeks when he chewed his food. A strange sense of satisfaction suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Have some more rice." He scooped up a spoonful of rice and brought it to Qi Yu's mouth again.

Spoonful after spoonful of food was put into Qi Yu's mouth. While chewing, Qi Yu looked at Feng Ji and spoke a little unclearly, "Boss Feng, have you eaten?"

Feng Ji was lowering his head to pick out shrimp for him. He shook his head when he heard this, "Feed you well and I'll order takeout."

Qi Yu said "Oh" softly.

Maybe Feng Ji was not used to the hospital food, or maybe he was afraid that Qi Yu was hungry, so he packed up the food and brought it up first.

Qi Yu swallowed the food Feng Ji fed him mouthful by mouthful, and his mind became dazed for a moment.

The way he and Feng Ji get along is very strange.

Although he would feed Feng Ji sobering soup after he got drunk, Feng Ji was his boss, and as his personal assistant, there was nothing wrong with him doing this within the scope of his job.

Now that their identities have been swapped, it's nine out of ten weird.

No boss would change clothes for a drunk subordinate, put aside work to take care of a sick and hospitalized subordinate all night, or feed a subordinate personally.

Compared to the superficial relationship between boss and employee, they seem to be much closer.

This closeness is neither like that between a boss and an employee, nor like that between friends...

However, no matter how carefully one examines it, the answer is still shrouded in a veil of vagueness, making it difficult to discern.

It took more than ten minutes to feed a meal until Qi Yu burped and said he couldn't eat anymore.

Feng Ji put the used spoon back into the lunch box, took out his mobile phone and started ordering his takeout.

The food delivery app displays a wide variety of foods, but he didn't look at the merchants recommended on the homepage. Instead, he very purposefully entered the keyword "porridge" in the search box, and soon a large number of merchants selling porridge popped up.

Feng Ji randomly picked a restaurant with the highest star rating and ordered a bowl of lean pork porridge. When choosing the number of cutlery, he barely thought about it and pressed the "no cutlery" option.

In order to prevent merchants from habitually stuffing cutlery into packaging bags, he clicked on the remarks and entered "don't put cutlery" many times in a row until the maximum number of remarks of 50 words was used up.

After doing this, you can pay and exit the app in one go.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was too relaxed, Qi Yu asked Feng Ji as if he was chatting with a friend, "What are you having for lunch?"

Feng Ji put down his phone and looked up at him. "I don't have much appetite. Have some porridge."

Drinking porridge, Feng Ji hates drinking porridge the most.

It seems that I really have no appetite.

It was the peak dining time, and although the store was close to the hospital, it still took nearly an hour to deliver the takeaway on time.

The door of the ward was closed. When the rider delivered the meal, he did not open the door and come in directly. Instead, he called Feng Ji first.

The first thing Feng Ji did after receiving the takeaway was to tear the receipt off the packaging bag and throw it into the trash can in the middle of the corridor.

The porridge was packed with solid ingredients and felt quite heavy. The packaging wasn't a regular white plastic bag, but a specially designed, resealable one with the shop's logo printed on it. The packaging simply sat there, making it impossible to see what was inside.

It was not until Feng Ji opened the package and took out the porridge that Qi Yu, who had been watching from the side, realized that this porridge shop did not even provide cutlery packages.

If this happened at home, it would be fine. If there were no cutlery, I could just go to the kitchen and get a spoon. But this is in a hospital. Where can I get cutlery?

Looking at the porridge that was still steaming, it was impossible to drink it directly from my mouth. My mouth would be full of bubbles after drinking it.

Just when Qi Yu was about to suggest that the merchant send over a set of tableware, he watched Feng Ji raise his hand and reach for the plastic spoon that had just been used to feed him.

Qi Yu's mind buzzed, and without thinking, he immediately spoke out to stop her, "Boss Feng, I just ate that!"

Feng Ji paused while raising his hand to grab the spoon, then slowly turned his head to look at him. Facing Qi Yu's slightly frightened eyes, he said, "It's okay, I don't mind."

Qi Yu: “…”

Qi Yu: "You should mind..."

Feng Ji slowly took out the spoon, and stood up with a smile on his face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to use it directly. I'm going to flush it."

Hearing this, Qi Yu was obviously relieved.

Just flush it.

Feng Ji looked like he was going to just pick it up and stuff it directly into his mouth.

When Qi Yu thought that Feng Ji almost ate his saliva, every cell in his body felt like it was burning, and everything was wrong.

Under his gaze, the man held the spoon and walked into the bathroom in the single room.

The bed where Qi Yu was lying was facing outside, and the bathroom was diagonally opposite him. When Feng Ji Ren walked in, he could not see anything except his shadow reflected on the door frame.

Not long after, the sound of running water was heard from inside.

This time, the anger that Qi Yu had been holding in his chest finally subsided.

The water is boiling so hard that nothing should remain on the spoon.

This realization made him feel much better.

In the bathroom, the faucet was turned to the maximum, and the burst of water hit the ceramic wash basin, splashing water droplets everywhere.

In front of the sink, the man still maintained the same posture as before he came in, with a transparent plastic spoon hanging by his side in his right hand, his left hand on the faucet switch, his eyes lowered to stare at the splashing water, his movements unchanged.

After a few more seconds, feeling that the time was about right, he turned the switch straight.

From beginning to end, he held the plastic spoon firmly in his hand and was not affected by the water at all.

Flushing is a trick to Qi Yu.

He would wash it if he was crazy.

The author has something to say:

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Mr. Feng: Opportunities are hard to come by, so savor them again and again [hug]

Just a quick note, I adjusted the text a bit according to the outline, added some follow-up plot, but the main plot remains unchanged~

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