Chapter 77 Although I am weak, I can still satisfy you
Shen Yixiao didn't feel Ms. Wen's disdain at all. He was just waiting eagerly to be fed.
Shen Yixiao had been sitting on the sofa, staring at Cen Wan intently, watching her slender figure coming and going in the kitchen, as if the whole house was filled with a sense of fulfillment.
He liked the feeling of her being busy for him.
"Wash your hands and eat."
Hearing her gentle voice, Shen Yixiao slowly stood up from the sofa and walked towards the dining table.
Cen Wan cooked a small pot of vegetable porridge, the millet thick and soft, melting in her mouth. She added a side dish and two fried eggs, then poured out the soup Wen Xianyun had brought.
Cen Wan served the porridge and pushed it in front of him: "Eat something light first, otherwise you will get nauseous easily."
Shen Yixiao raised his hand, pinched the white porcelain spoon with his fingers, scooped up a spoonful, looked at it, and then slowly put it down.
"It's too hot, my throat hurts."
His tone was very soft, with a slight rise at the end, as if he was feeling aggrieved.
Cen Wan took it subconsciously and stirred it with a spoon: "Then drink some soup first."
Shen Yixiao glanced at it, showing no interest: "I don't want to drink the soup, it's too greasy."
After two seconds, he pushed the soup to Cen Wan: "You drink this, I'll have the porridge."
Cen Wan thought of the scene in the morning and asked softly, "Could Auntie have misunderstood?"
"What misunderstanding?" Shen Yixiao raised his eyes and looked at her leisurely.
Cen Wan pursed her lips: "Misunderstanding our relationship."
Wen Xianyun didn't go in after seeing her. It was early in the morning, so it was easy to cause misunderstanding.
Shen Yixiao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with a smile: "What is our relationship?"
Cen Wan's fingertips shrank slightly, and the fingers holding the spoon tightened. She didn't answer the question directly, but pushed the porridge over and said, "You can drink it now."
Shen Yixiao narrowed his dark eyes slightly: "I'm asking you a question?"
Cen Wan: "Party A and Party B."
"That's it?"
“Patients and caregivers.”
A hint of sadness flashed across Shen Yixiao's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He sneered, "Which nurse can take care of a patient right up to the bed?"
Cen Wan: "..."
What he said was very ambiguous.
"I don't remember. Maybe you made it up."
Shen Yixiao lazily leaned back on the stool, his eyes slightly raised. "Could it be that a patient like me is causing trouble everywhere? Who on earth is always having these dirty thoughts?"
Cen Wan: "..."
She just took a few more glances, after all, everyone is attracted to beautiful things.
"I didn't do anything to you."
She just slept in the bed.
Shen Yixiao raised his eyelids and glared at her: "Sharing a bed is nothing? Then what else do you want to do to me?"
"I didn't think right..." Cen Wan said halfway when she suddenly realized that she had fallen into his trap. No matter what she said, it didn't seem right.
He has no evidence, it's all based on his mouth.
She raised her chin slightly, intending to deny it: "I said you carried me up there, I was clearly sleeping on the edge of the bed!"
"So you want me to hug you?" Shen Yixiao stretched out his tone, as if he had suddenly realized something. "You can just say it directly. Although I am weak now, I can still satisfy you."
Cen Wan: "???"
The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets.
"Hurry up and eat breakfast so you can take medicine." Cen Wan stopped talking nonsense with him.
Shen Yixiao stopped teasing her and lowered his head to drink a mouthful of porridge. It was soft and warm, and the taste was just right.
But he was stunned.
Making porridge requires a lot of skill. From the heat to the thickness, to the tips for making a non-stick pan, it is difficult for people who don’t cook often to master it.
This porridge is just right.
She had never been in the kitchen before and even the most basic dish of cooking rice turned out to be half-cooked.
What has she been through in the past few years to become so skilled from a kitchen novice?
Shen Yixiao raised his eyes and looked at Cen Wan, his eyes filled with complex and obscure emotions.
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