"It's okay, don't bother Uncle Zhou, I'll prepare it for you."

Qin Shuyao sat up confidently and was about to turn over to the ground. Although her feet had already landed, her knees bent down uncontrollably. If Mo Yuchen hadn't pulled her up, she might have really knelt down to worship heaven and earth so early in the morning.

"Don't force yourself. You should rest more. What about Bai Yu's matters regarding the team later?"

Qin Shuyao felt a little embarrassed, nodded, and quickly got into bed.

Only half of her head was exposed, and her eyes were scanning around, hoping that Mo Yuchen would leave quickly, otherwise her body would be torn to pieces.

It was almost noon when Qin Shuyao got up and took a shower. Her breakfast was cold, heated up, and cold again, but there was no need to eat it because lunch here was a different dish.

The food here is arranged, like a canteen with a fixed menu that is different every week.

Although the dishes may be repetitive, the more repetitive they are, the more it proves that Mo Yuchen likes them.

Qin Shuyao looked carefully at the menu hanging on the kitchen door and found that Mo Yuchen had a similar taste to hers. They both liked spicy food. However, eating spicy food when the wound has not healed yet would definitely be harmful. In other words, forcing oneself to eat spicy food would also cause the same consequences, or even worse.

Qin Shuyao couldn't imagine how Mo Yuchen managed to survive during that time. You know, it is very easy to become autistic or become more brutal within a month after being injured.

Soon, looking at the four dishes and one soup on the dining table, Qin Shuyao was finally able to enjoy it.

Looking at Uncle Zhou's figure, she seemed to have thought of something.