Extra: Yao Xiuyuan's Age (Ten)
"Chicken soup wontons." Ying Nian pointed to the pot in front of him, "But I can only drink the soup, you can eat the wontons."
"You are so miserable." Yao Xiuyuan sighed.
"What's worse is that I have to eat at the same table with you and watch you eat." Ying Nian thought to himself that he was really miserable.
Yao Xiuyuan smiled and put his arm around his shoulders. "It's okay. I can describe the taste to you and you can imagine it yourself."
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Ying Nian felt that their short-lived friendship could end right here!
The wontons were cooked, and Yao Xiuyuan helped Yingnian take them out. Yingnian also took out the fried dishes.
Yao Xiuyuan looked at the rich food in front of him, then looked at Ying Nian opposite him who had only a bowl of soup, and felt that the contrast was too tragic.
"Alas," he shook his head, "I feel a little guilty."
Ying Nian pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, your conscience still hurts. I saw your conscience was still alive and kicking just now."
"You too, that was just now."
Ying Nian smiled and took a sip of the soup. The soup was cooked well and the taste was what he liked. He didn't know whether Yao Xiuyuan liked it or not.
"Try it and see if it suits your taste." Ying Nian put down the spoon in his hand and looked at him with his chin propped up. "If you really feel guilty, eat more. Of course, you don't need to describe the taste to me."
Upon hearing this, Yao Xiuyuan immediately took a bite and said in surprise, "You are an expert. It tastes better than what I had in the hotel last time. You know a lot."
"Not bad." Ying Nian said modestly, "It's not particularly much."
Yao Xiuyuan felt that he knew a lot. When Ying Nian just moved in, probably to please him and make Chu Cheng's words less unbelievable, she cooked for him in every way she could, alternating between Chinese and Western food, with each meal being different. Yao Xiuyuan was so scared that he quickly said that there was no need to go to so much trouble, and that Chinese food would be fine, as he didn't have much preference for Western food.
He thought of this and looked at the wontons in front of him. The wontons were delicious, but unfortunately, Ying Nian could only drink the soup. Yao Xiuyuan felt a little regretful, "When can you eat normally?"
Ying Nian recalled the precautions after gastric lavage that he had searched today, "It seems that it will be fine in a few days, and I can drink porridge tomorrow."
"Then let's have porridge tomorrow." Yao Xiuyuan said, "You don't have to make more for me. I'll eat whatever you eat."
"Would you like sweet or salty porridge?" Ying Nian looked at him and said proudly, "I know how to make eight kinds of porridge. If you don't like it, I can make eight kinds of porridge for you tomorrow when I have nothing to do."
Yao Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows, "Are you planning to sell them? There are so many, do you have so many pots at home?"
"I can buy it. I'll buy it today and it will be delivered tomorrow."
Yao Xiuyuan felt that he was quite passionate about cooking. He thought about it and said to Ying Nian, "I drink both sweet and salty porridge. You can make it according to your situation. There is no need to make eight dishes."
Ying Nian nodded and decided to make one or two kinds of sweet and salty dishes to see which one Yao Xiuyuan liked.
He drank two bowls of soup and was almost full. Seeing that he was about to wash the dishes, Yao Xiuyuan stopped him and said, "I'll go."
Ying Nian looked at him in shock when he heard that, "You go?" He felt that based on his understanding of Yao Xiuyuan, Yao Xiuyuan was not that diligent.
Yao Xiuyuan glanced at him and said, "Hand."
Ying Nian stretched out his hands towards him in confusion. Yao Xiuyuan took his left hand, turned it over and looked at his palm, and saw two thin scabs on his hand.
Ying Nian followed his gaze and finally understood why he didn't let her wash the dishes. "This kind of injury is nothing."
Yao Xiuyuan said nothing. He reached out and rolled up his sleeves, and saw that the scars on his arms had already scabbed over.
"You're pretty amazing, aren't you afraid of pain?"
Ying Nian pulled her hand out of his and said to him, "At that time, of course, staying awake was the most important thing. Besides, in that situation, the first cut still hurt, but the following cuts didn't hurt that much. I would rather it hurt more, but unfortunately, I don't have any other sharp weapons."
"It's a pity that we don't have any other weapons." Yao Xiuyuan said, otherwise, with Yingnian's personality, who knows what he can do.
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