Jiang Chuyi did eat something he had never eaten before that night.
She didn't understand why those beans that looked rough and even a bit disgusting became so delicious after He Sizhao added a few things to them and cooked them.
If He Sizhao hadn't controlled the amount she ate, she would have eaten too much.
Wuyi stared in amazement as the two of them, one peeling and the other eating, finished their peeling and the other finished their eating. He said, "So Xiaoyi really likes salted edamame..."
"This thing is called edamame?" Jiang Chuyi looked at the pile of shells that He Sizhao had peeled with lingering interest, memorizing its appearance. "It's really good."
He Sizhao stood up and cleared the table. "Soy products are a good source of protein and carbohydrates. Su Mo gave me a nutritional checklist before I left. I'll try my best to follow the instructions."
Wuyi had already quietly asked He Sizhao what was going on. Now, when he thought that the seemingly healthy Jiang Chuyi might not live long, his eyes immediately drooped and he looked like he was about to cry.
Jiang Chuyi shuddered at the sight.
She really couldn't stand these people looking at her with eyes that looked as if she was terminally ill. She felt suffocated and wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
If it were any other time, she wouldn't put herself in such a difficult position and would just scold these people first.
But for some reason, even though she was misunderstood like this, she didn't feel angry at all. Instead, she felt more amused and helpless.
And the slight comfort that was accumulated deep in her heart, which she didn't want to admit.
After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Chuyi didn't care what they thought. He went back to the house to read the unfinished novel, and went to sleep when he felt tired.
After He Sizhao finished his work, he came in and took a look. He saw that the quilts on the bed were all piled up into a big bulge. After seeing the bulge and not the person, he showed a trace of helplessness and walked forward gently to reveal Jiang Chuyi's face.
He looked at Jiang Chuyi's contented sleeping face, and the calmness he had been forcing himself to maintain quietly shattered in this silent night.
He knelt on one knee beside the bed, caressing Jiang Chuyi's cheek with tenderness and affection from a distance, his eyes like a broken mirror, emitting a faint trembling light.
Before a suppressed sob was about to burst out of his throat, He Sizhao's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he swallowed hard along with all his weakness and fear.
He slowly stood up, and in the process had buried the previous He Sizhao in his heart. The man who appeared before him was still the strongest man in the world, who was regarded as the hope of all survivors.
He checked the time and it was almost midnight.
He looked at Jiang Chuyi again, making sure she was sleeping soundly, then turned and walked into the yard.
A tall and thin figure had his back to him, leaning against the flower bed and looking at the sky in all directions. When he heard him coming out, he turned around and it was Su Mo.
Su Mo's face no longer had the smile he usually had. A hint of fatigue was hidden beneath his face, making him look a little indifferent.
"Is Xiaoyi asleep?" he asked.
He Sizhao hummed: "How is it?"
Su Mo pinched his brows, his expression serious: "Wen Changchuan didn't lie. My father has indeed suffered nerve damage. Not to mention speaking, he can't even open his eyes. He's already in a vegetative state."
When he said this, he was simply analyzing the situation, and there was no sign of sadness in his heart about his father's fate.
He Sizhao asked directly: "What is your judgment?"
"It's quite interesting. I found that he wasn't completely brain dead like a vegetative patient. He just couldn't react, but he was probably aware of what was happening around him. I also found something in his saline solution." Su Mo's voice suddenly dropped. "Someone deliberately didn't want him to wake up."
He Sizhao remained silent, but there was no surprise on his face. It was obvious that he had expected this result.
"They think I'm easier to control than you because my madness is exposed and my weaknesses are obvious." Su Mo sighed, "How long do you plan to play along with them?"
"Let's treat your father and Xiaoyi first. Don't worry about anything else for now." He Sizhao said, "No matter what Wen Changchuan's ultimate goal is, he just wants to have sex now."
"When he attacks next time, I'm afraid he won't be as easy to deal with as he is now." Su Mo hinted at something.
"I know. Aside from those still on missions outside, I've already contacted the special forces members at the base today. They're fully prepared." He Sizhao also walked to the flower bed and lowered his eyes to look at the withered roots inside. "No matter what, no one can interrupt Xiaoyi's treatment."
Su Mo remained silent. He stared at He Sizhao for a few seconds and suddenly asked, "Do you have any other ideas?"
He Sizhao hid his thoughts so deeply that ordinary people could not detect them at all, but he was too familiar with the other party.
He Sizhao tightened his grip on the flower bed: "It's just a suspicion."
Su Mo quickly caught up with his thoughts: "The reason you accepted Wen Changchuan's offer, besides wanting to cure Xiaoyi's illness, is because you also suspect that Wen Changchuan knows where your uncle is?"
The cold moonlight cast a stern light on He Shizhao's handsome eyebrows.
"A brief, peaceful period was more than the respite he hoped for," he said.
Su Mo sighed softly, and the two of them were silent for a moment.
The donut on his wrist slowly turned its body, changing itself into a more comfortable position. Feeling the cool touch, Su Mo's eyes flashed with hesitation.
"Brother Zhao, there's something..." He bit his lip, leaving a thin layer of blood, as if to make up his mind, "There's something fishy about the first person Donut killed in the arcade today."
He Sizhao's eyes moved and he looked at him quietly.
Su Mo quickly recounted what had happened without adding any personal subjective thoughts or interfering with He Sizhao's judgment.
He Sizhao listened silently, showing no abnormality from beginning to end.
When Su Mo finished speaking, he asked, "Do you think this is important?"
Su Mo was stunned for a moment, a look of realization appeared on his face.
"That's all for now. Donut was responsible for everything. I'll handle it," He Sizhao said as if stating a fact. "Whether she's hiding something or not, the one I know is the one I've always been with. Now that she's sick, if anyone interferes with her treatment for any reason, I won't let them go."
Su Mo raised the corners of his lips, and a familiar smile appeared on his face.
"That's exactly what I meant." He turned and walked out, waving his hand with his back to He Sizhao. "I'm going back to the hospital. By the way, I just transferred all the function points to your account. I can't accompany Xiaoyi these days, so you can save money."
He Sizhao paused and waved to him as well.
Although Su Mo had already stepped out of the door.
…
The next day, the sun came and Jiang Chuyi welcomed her beautiful day.
She found that these people's inexplicable misunderstandings were not without benefits. If her treatment was already high, then now because of this unfounded illness, she has been promoted to a special protected person.
Whatever she wanted, whether it was food or toys, He Sizhao and others would do their best to get it for her.
Soon, she became a well-known figure in the base.
When traveling, you will be picked up and dropped off by car, accompanied by the famous General He himself. He is often surrounded by a baby-faced sniper, a cold and charming female assassin, a longing major, and members of the survivor team that is currently ranked first on the list.
What has not changed is that these very famous figures in the base all take great care of this beautiful girl in a white dress, responding to her every request, and following her like a young lady and her eight hundred guards, leaving people dumbfounded.
General He, who was never absent, followed closely, and a girl's pout was a big deal to him.
The girl took two steps and said, "I don't want to walk, He Sizhao will hold me."
The girl ate a bite of food and said, "This is good. He Sizhao, go and learn it."
When the girl saw something she wanted, she would say, "He Sizhao, I want that, buy it for me."
The girl's white skirt was stained with a little dirt... She didn't even need to say anything, He Sizhao instinctively tried to clean it for her. If he couldn't clean it on the spot, he would touch the girl's head and tell her to wash it when she got home in the evening.
The things the girl wants include but are not limited to various foods, toys, and sundries.
She even took a fancy to the garden of the only old man who grew flower seeds in the base.
Flowers are such a luxury and useless thing nowadays, and this old man is a famous flower lover in the whole base. He can go hungry but he still has to plant flowers.
His flowers do carry a high price that ordinary people cannot afford.
The onlookers thought this was ridiculous. Although the girl’s previous requests were very willful, at least they were things that could be eaten and used. What could these flowers be used for?
In an era when it is difficult for people to have enough to eat, who has the time to grow flowers except for crazy people like old people who are obsessed with flowers?
Just when everyone thought they were going to see General He reject the girl.
The girl raised her clean and delicate little face and frowned slightly.
Wuyi immediately stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, old man, are you interested in growing flowers somewhere else? I'll buy the seeds, and I'll provide the water and nutrients. You'll provide food, lodging, and wages. The only requirement is that all the flowers we grow belong to us. Are you interested?"
The old man's hand holding the shovel was shaking slightly, and everyone around him was stunned.
Everyone: Wait a minute, is it too late to start learning how to grow flowers now?!
You have to know that in today's world, there is no job that can guarantee food and clothing. Most people just go wherever there is work. If there is no work, they basically can't eat. This is very normal.
Flower planting, a skill that no one in their right mind would choose nowadays, has now become a popular job with free food, accommodation and wages. How can people not be jealous?
However, no matter how jealous he was, he could only watch the old man, who was originally looked down upon by everyone and thought would starve to death in the corner sooner or later, agree with tears in his eyes.
Faced with all this, Jiang Chuyi nodded critically, reluctantly satisfied.
Her most sought-after roses have been found, and zombies who don't get tired or complain are perfect for this job.
Now she just looked at the various kinds of flowers cultivated by the old man, and occasionally asked for them when she wanted to change her mood.
As for when it will be useful, we’ll talk about it later.
Their figures gradually disappeared, leaving only discussions on the ground.
Those who didn’t know He Shizhao before have now gotten to know him pretty well after these few days, but they didn’t expect to get to know him in this way.
Although I don't know why he has to pamper such a prodigal girl...
Therefore, the statement that He Shizhao was confused in love was recognized by the public.
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