"Soft and fragrant."

He looked dazed, as if he was not satisfied.

Seeing that she was gritting her teeth and was about to use force, he quickly pulled his legs back and talked to her, "Are you hungry? Can I order takeout for you?"

"The private restaurant you used to love has added a lot of new dishes."

"Or you can order the dishes and I'll eat with you."

"Yiren, I miss you so much..."

He was talking, and suddenly muttered something incoherent, put his hands around her waist, and rubbed his cheek against her gently, like a little puppy asking for pity.

Su Yi's heart was blocked, and she thought of Ling Ruya who ran away from marriage.

If she hadn't run away from the marriage, she and Mo Jingchuan would still be in a superior-subordinate relationship, and these love entanglements would not have arisen. What's more infuriating is that she was the one who ran away from the marriage, and it was also her who said she loved Mo Jingchuan.

Just like Mo Jingchuan now, he was the one who chose to give up, and now he is the one who says he misses her.

Why don't these two people lock horns?

"I don't miss you."

Leng Mo pried open the hands wrapped around her waist, kicked the person aside, and got up neatly without even giving him an extra look. "I have long forgotten the taste of that private dish, and I love spicy food."

In order to take his taste into consideration, she only ate light food.

Those sweet soups have long been drunk.

It's as if they have already separated, and they have obviously dispersed a long time ago, so what's the point of missing each other?

Who would stand there waiting for him?

"Hiss!"

He let out a low groan from the bed. It was probably because the kick was too heavy and hurt him somewhere. But when she looked back, he quickly put on a nonchalant smile and said, "It's okay. I can eat spicy food now, too." Whatever

she can eat, he can eat.

"Okay."

Su Yiren stared at the red fingerprints on his face, then suddenly took out her phone and ordered a series of Hunan and Sichuan dishes, specifically indicating the spicy and spicy ones.

Didn't he deliberately try to show that he was accommodating to her in every way?

Let's see how long he can accommodate her and to what extent?

Su Yiren didn't have to wait long before she heard someone asking inquiries in the corridor outside. She quickly went out and saw the delivery boy had already arrived at the nurse's station with a lunch box in both hands.

She waved her hand, and the delivery boy came over quickly, along with the nurse's puzzled eyes.

Su Yiren's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, "The patient has a tasteless mouth and wants to eat something special. Please make another trip in the middle of the night."

"You're welcome."

The delivery boy scratched his head, with a bit of simplicity in his smile.

Suddenly he said sincerely: "Don't blame me for being nosy. The patient's food should be light. Those dishes are not good for his body. You'd better be careful."

"Okay, thank you."

Su Yiren smiled, waited for the delivery boy to turn around, listened to what the nurse said to him, and then she closed the door and went into the room.

Mo Jingchuan looked at the door, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing."

Su Yiren quickly put the food boxes in place, and saw that the Hunan-style chopped pepper fish head was covered with a layer of bright red chopped peppers, and the Sichuan-style pickled fish was covered with dried red peppers and Sichuan peppercorns that had been drizzled with hot oil. The bright red soup made people swallow their saliva, and it was absolutely spicy, numb, and sour.

Not only these two, but all other dishes were like this.

For people who are used to eating light meals, this is definitely a super challenge.

Su Yiren picked up the chopped pepper fish head with chopsticks calmly. Mo Jingchuan looked at the white fish meat on the tip of the chopsticks, and the rest was bright red chopped peppers, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

After eating this chopstick of fish, no, it should be a chopstick of chili, how many days of life and death will he have to fight with the toilet?

"What, are you scared?"

Her voice was as cold as ice and a little mocking, "Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?"

"When did I pretend?"

Mo Jingchuan stiffened his neck unconvinced and followed suit. He picked up a chopstick of fish, but he didn't dare to be as aggressive as Su Yiren, so he deliberately picked more fish and less chili.

But even so, as soon as the fish entered his mouth, the spicy taste also went down his throat, and he was so choked that he even coughed out tears.

"Oh my, you really gave him spicy food!"

Just as she was scolding, the nurse pushed the door open in a hurry. Seeing the table full of dishes so spicy that it made people doubt life, she immediately put on a stern face and taught Su Yiren, "He has a leg injury. What if he eats spicy dishes and gets inflammation?" "

You can't just give the patient whatever he wants to eat. He has to avoid certain foods!"

"You are so young. You do whatever you want!"

The nurse kept nagging. She stared at Su Yiren in the ward until she finished her meal, took away the dishes, and then left. "Don't give him spicy food anymore. Do you understand?"

Su Yiren nodded throughout the whole process.

After the nurse left, she raised her eyelids and looked at Mo Jingchuan calmly, "What can you do if you try your best? Even if you try your best to do something, the world may not let you do it."

It's not that he can eat spicy food just because he says he loves her.

It's not that he says he loves someone and that person will stand there and wait for him to love him.

If he didn't cherish her before, what's the point of saying it now?