Chapter 83 Compared to He Zhao, Qiao Yanyu is still a good person. She pursed her lips and actually started talking about it...
Compared to He Zhao, Qiao Yanyu was still a good person. She pursed her lips and actually said something nice: "He Zhao, how about giving me a little?" To Qiao Yanyu, hogging food was indeed not a good thing. She also felt that Wang Yu's behavior was somewhat shameful, so she relented.
He Zhao sighed and said with emotion, "Sister Qiao, you are still too kind." She glanced at Wang Yu again, and thinking of the scene when Wang Yu had insisted on going to Qiao Yanyu's place with her without hesitation, she could only turn a blind eye.
She crossed her arms, looking sullen, but her tone softened considerably: "Alright, it's for Sister Qiao after all, so give it to her if you want. But don't give too much, or I'll get angry!"
"A little is enough!"
Upon hearing that the two had agreed, Wang Yu immediately jumped up, but since there were no utensils, she couldn't drink it at all. However, there was a way for Wang Yu. She picked up the egg drop soup from the patient's meal, swiped it, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. She even took it to the bathroom and rinsed it several times with mineral water.
She also drank mineral water to rinse her mouth and get rid of the taste.
After finishing all that, Wang Yu returned and eagerly handed over the disposable bowl she was holding. Qiao Yanyu, being a kind person, didn't just give Wang Yu a single bite, but generously filled the bowl halfway. This infuriated He Zhao, who was standing nearby; if it were her, she would have only given her a bite or two.
But considering Qiao Yanyu's personality—she's straightforward and generous—he might have served her a whole bowl in the past, but now that he's only giving her half a bowl, he still can't bear to do it.
He Zhao felt a little better.
Wang Yu didn't care at all; even if it was just a mouthful, she would be very happy. The chicken soup was so delicious, so fragrant that she would gladly spend hundreds or thousands of yuan on it. And now, it was free, saved from the patients' lunches—how could Wang Yu not be satisfied?
Upon receiving it, Wang Yu first inhaled the aroma with delight before taking a small sip. She displayed the same expression as Qiao Yanyu when she first tasted chicken soup—a look of genuine satisfaction that couldn't be faked; she was truly captivated by He Zhao's chicken soup.
She sipped the soup slowly, finishing the small bowl in no time. She smacked her lips, seemingly savoring the taste. Once she realized she had truly finished it, the regret on her face became impossible to hide.
However, Wang Yu wasn't the kind of person who was never satisfied. After finishing her drink, she stopped staring longingly at Qiao Yanyu as before and returned to normal, praising He Zhao enthusiastically: "This chicken soup must have been made by the boss himself, right? It's really delicious! I've never had such delicious chicken soup before. Even those famous chefs who charge me thousands for a pot of soup can't compare to this! No wonder the boss's cooking can make even ghosts swoon. Boss, you're truly a culinary god!"
He Zhao actually quite enjoys being praised, and when he heard Wang Yu say that, he tilted his head up a little. But after Wang Yu finished praising him, He Zhao didn't relent: "No matter how much you praise me, I won't make you chicken soup for the soul."
Wang Yu thought to herself, "You're such a love-struck fool," but on the surface she seemed quite content: "I know, I got this thanks to Senior Qiao. If it weren't for Senior Qiao, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy such delicious chicken soup."
Looking at He Zhao again, her proud little expression was even more pronounced than before. It seemed that praising her feelings for Qiao Yanyu was more effective than directly complimenting her.
Wang Yu was right; He Zhao was indeed a hopeless romantic.
Qiao Yanyu had finished drinking and asked He Zhao, "Have you eaten?"
"No, I'll go eat later," He Zhao replied. "There's a pork trotter rice place near the entrance, and the reviews are pretty good. I'm planning to try it."
Hearing that He Zhao had his own arrangements, Qiao Yanyu finally felt relieved. After chatting for a while, Qiao Yanyu checked the time and urged He Zhao to hurry up and eat so he wouldn't go hungry. As for the patients' meals, Wang Yu took them away and took care of them herself.
He Zhao and Wang Yu went out. Wang Yu took the patient's meal to the car and went home, while He Zhao went to eat at the braised pork trotter rice restaurant she had seen. After finishing her meal, she wiped her mouth and went back to the hospital. At that moment, Qiao Yanyu was replying to a call on her phone. When she saw He Zhao arrive, she looked puzzled and asked, "He Zhao, why are you back?"
He Zhao smiled and said, "I want to be alone with Sister Qiao. Wang Yu, that third wheel, is always getting in the way."
Qiao Yanyu smiled when she heard this. He Zhao sat and chatted with Qiao Yanyu for a while. But He Zhao would yawn from time to time, looking a little sleepy. Qiao Yanyu remembered what He Zhao had said before about having nightmares, and guessed that He Zhao hadn't slept well.
She glanced at the bed next to hers. Since He Zhao had left yesterday morning, the room was neatly tidied up, even though no one else had been allowed in. Qiao Yanyu didn't like to trouble others, so she wouldn't let He Zhao sleep in the bed next to her.
Qiao Yanyu propped herself up and moved to the side, saying to He Zhao, "Are you sleepy? Do you want to sleep on my bed for a while? This hospital bed is quite big."
When He Zhao heard Qiao Yanyu say "the bed is quite big," her ears turned red. How could someone not have fantasies when she said something like that? Then, Qiao Yanyu said, "Why don't you come up and lie down for a while and rest?"
He Zhao's pointed ears turned red, which quickly spread to her face. For a moment, she didn't even dare to look at Qiao Yanyu and the hospital bed, her gaze drifting to the bed next to hers. Qiao Yanyu didn't notice and waited for her answer.
He Zhao was still a little embarrassed; she felt this was too intimate. If they were both straight women and just ordinary friends, then taking a nap in the same bed wouldn't be a problem. But the problem was—He Zhao had ulterior motives.
Under these circumstances, even sleeping in the same bed with Qiao Yanyu, she was afraid of revealing any flaws.
So He Zhao thought of a way to refuse: "That's not a good idea. You're a patient, how can I take your bed? You should rest well."
However, Qiao Yanyu also had something to say: "It's alright, the main thing is that I've already slept a lot during the day, and even if you let me sleep now, I won't be able to." She patted the empty space she had made and invited He Zhao to come up with her.
Qiao Yanyu wasn't wrong; her hospital bed was indeed quite large. This was because it was a hospital under the Countermeasures Bureau, which had always offered very generous compensation. After all, they were a group of people who risked their lives every day, and the investigators were already quite wealthy, so it was normal for them to have high expectations. Therefore, the hospital's facilities were luxurious, and even the beds were larger than others, giving it a somewhat private hospital feel.
Qiao Yanyu moved to the side, making room for He Zhao to lie down.
Her reasons were quite convincing, and He Zhao began to waver. Would she not want to sleep in the same bed with Qiao Yanyu? How could that be? Even if it was just sleeping, or just lying down and chatting, being able to get closer to her sweetheart was something no one could refuse.
He Zhao couldn't either.
She hesitated for a while before finally agreeing. Then He Zhao began to prepare, such as taking off her shoes, coat, and trousers. Underneath her trousers were thermal underwear, which looked rather unsightly. He Zhao regretted not spending a lot of money to buy some nicer leggings. Now that she had taken them off, revealing her thermal underwear, all the romantic atmosphere was ruined.
To cover up the fact that he was wearing long underwear, He Zhao quickly got into bed and even pulled over a bit of the blanket to cover himself.
He Zhao was still a little embarrassed. He was usually very thick-skinned in front of others, but at this moment he was extremely thin-skinned. He didn't even dare to lie flat. He could only lie on his side, taking up only a small space, with his face facing outwards.
Qiao Yanyu noticed her discomfort but assumed it was because she wasn't used to sleeping with others. That was perfectly normal; He Zhao was a rich girl and had always had her own room, even after transmigrating, she still had her own private space.
Perhaps she has never been this close to anyone before.
Qiao Yanyu was quite accepting of He Zhao sleeping next to her. Although she didn't have a partner, she inevitably traveled with local investigators when working outside. In impoverished mountain villages, they often slept on communal beds. It wasn't uncommon for her to share a bed with a female investigator; in fact, it was not uncommon for men and women to sleep fully clothed on piles of straw.
If conditions are even worse, sleeping in a tent is also normal.
When working, there are only cattle and horses, not gender.
Qiao Yanyu saw her curled up like that and let her be. Anyway, He Zhao would loosen up a bit once she fell asleep.
When He Zhao got into bed, she didn't think she could fall asleep because her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. She was originally sleeping on her side with her legs crossed, but because of shyness, she curled up.
It must be very difficult to fall asleep like this.
The warm air conditioning in the hospital room in the afternoon made it feel quite comfortable to sleep. Qiao Yanyu sat up against the headboard, without even raising it; she had used some pillows to prop herself up. She held her phone in her hand, her fingers swiping away, clearly working.
I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but in this quiet atmosphere, my eyelids slowly grew heavy. Outside the ward, there were occasional soft footsteps—patients and nurses moving about. The villains had caused quite a stir this time; some investigators were injured, and the hospital was full of people.
However, the sound wasn't noisy; rather, it was somewhat like white noise, which helped He Zhao fall asleep more easily. She drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
He Zhao has probably been really tired these past few days. Although she didn't show it yesterday, she felt somewhat dazed when she first emerged from the system space. The feeling of being trapped inside for so many days was something she couldn't explain to anyone. Coupled with the nightmare she had last night, she definitely hadn't slept well.
He's asleep now, his chest rising and falling, and he's even snoring a little because he's tired.
He Zhao's snoring wasn't loud; it was very soft, almost inaudible if the room hadn't been so quiet. When Qiao Yanyu heard it, she paused for a moment, chuckled softly, and pulled the blanket a little closer to He Zhao.
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