Chapter 219: Yangchun Noodles
Song Yi leaned against the head of the bed, watching Fu Xijing's back as he left, and his breathing seemed to still linger in his ears.
She raised her hand and scratched her ear in annoyance. Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't understand why Fu Xijing came to provoke her again today.
Before Song Yi had time to think for too long, Fu Xijing came in with water and medicine.
He put the water on the bedside table, picked up two pills and placed them in his palm, ready to feed her.
Song Yi took the medicine and put it in his mouth, then drank it with some water.
Fu Xijing looked at her action with a helpless expression.
"Lie down and rest for a while," Fu Xijing held her shoulders, gently put her on the bed, and casually pulled the quilt over her. "Have you had breakfast?"
Song Yi grabbed the quilt and covered his head, looking like he didn't want to pay any attention to him.
Fu Xijing didn't ask any further questions. Seeing her haggard appearance, he knew that she must not have had breakfast.
"You sleep for a while, I'll get you something to eat." Fu Xijing tugged at the quilt, "Don't cover yourself with it all the time, it's easy to get hypoxic."
Song Yi still ignored him.
Fu Xijing: "I'm going out now. Remember to show your head after I go out."
He knew she heard him, so he left the bedroom with these words.
Fu Xijing gently closed the bedroom door and then walked straight to the kitchen.
Song Yi has such a high fever and stomach discomfort now, so I guess he can't eat anything outside.
The safest way is to do it yourself.
Sick people need to eat food that is easily digestible.
Fu Xijing remembered that Song Yi often cooked plain noodles for him, which should be suitable for eating at this time.
How did you do it?
Fu Xijing searched for relevant memories, but the steps were not very clear.
He simply picked up his phone to search for tutorials and checked whether Song Yi had the ingredients at home.
Yangchun noodles don’t require any complicated ingredients. Song Yi has the habit of cooking, and there happened to be fresh noodles and eggs in the refrigerator.
Fu Xijing watched the tutorial twice and then set up a pot to boil water.
Fu Xijing was not good at cooking and had never tried it before, but he had watched Song Yi cook it many times.
There are basic procedures and common sense.
Fu Xijing followed the steps strictly.
Bring the pot to a boil, add 150ml of water after it boils once, then repeat this step twice, boil it for the last time and cook for about one minute before serving.
The noodles were cooked successfully.
Fu Xijing served the noodles into a bowl, poured some soup into it, and then took out the boiled eggs from another pot, peeled them, cut them and put them into the bowl.
Then follow the instructions in the tutorial, pour in the appropriate amount of seasoning and sprinkle some chopped green onions.
After doing this, it was exactly the same as what Song Yi had done before.
Fu Xijing brought the noodles to the dining table and went back to the bedroom to find Song Yi.
Song Yi was not asleep. When Fu Xijing came in, he saw her pulling up the quilt to cover her head again.
He knew that it was useless to discuss it with Song Yi now, so he just walked up and picked her up with the quilt.
As her body flew into the air, the quilt covering her head fell off. She looked at Fu Xijing in confusion and blurted out, "Are you sick?"
Fu Xijing didn't respond, but continued to carry her out of the bedroom.
Soon, the two came to the kitchen.
As soon as he walked in, Song Yi smelled the scent of green onions and sesame oil.
She looked closely and saw the bowl of plain noodles on the dining table.
Fu Xijing pulled out a chair and put her on it, then rolled up the quilt around her.
Song Yi raised his head and looked at him.
Fu Xijing pursed his lips and reminded her: "Eat it while it's hot."
Song Yi didn't move, just stared at him, with confusion and suspicion in his eyes.
She didn't remember Fu Xijing knowing how to cook, and he seemed to dislike kitchen chores.
Because of his illness, Song Yi's eyes looked a little dull.
Fu Xijing was amused and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, there's no poison."
Song Yi got angry and slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me."
"Okay, I won't touch it." Fu Xijing agreed, "You eat the noodles, I'll put the quilt back."
Fu Xijing left after saying this.
Song Yi dragged his stool towards the dining table, looked at the bowl of steaming noodles and the chopsticks and spoon placed beside it, and his eyelids twitched twice.
After the medicine took effect, her acid reflux was not as severe and her hunger increased.
When you are weak, you have no resistance to hot food.
However, Song Yi didn't really trust Fu Xijing's cooking skills.
She first picked up the spoon and scooped a small sip of soup and tasted it.
The taste was actually right, almost the same as what she cooked herself.
After confirming that everything was fine, Song Yi picked up his chopsticks and started eating noodles.
After eating two bites, my stomach felt much better and my body felt a little warmer.
At this time, Fu Xijing also came back.
When he came in, he was holding a blanket in his hand and draped it over her.
Fu Xijing sat down at the seat next to her, took a look at the bowl of noodles she had touched, and moved his lips: "How does it taste?"
Song Yi took a sip of soup and didn't answer.
Fu Xijing: "After eating, take your temperature and have a good sleep."
Song Yi: "You can go now."
Fu Xijing didn't answer the question directly: "You eat first."
Song Yi stopped talking to him and just focused on eating noodles.
The noodles cooked by Fu Xijing were not large in portion, just the right size for Song Yi's appetite. She finished all the noodles and drank half of the soup.
After eating the noodles, Song Yi habitually wanted to clean up the dishes and wash them, but was held back by Fu Xijing.
"Go to bed. You can put away the dishes anytime," he said.
Song Yi felt the dry warmth of his palm, pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and walked away wrapped in a blanket.
Fu Xijing heard the sound of the door closing before he started to clear the dishes from the table.
Although Fu Xijing never touched water, he had never even washed a bowl.
He quickly cleaned up the kitchen and went to the living room.
Fu Xijing sat on the sofa, picked up his cell phone and looked at it. It was eleven o'clock.
He sent a WeChat message to Jian Rui, informing him that he would not be going to the company today, and then asked him to email him the things that needed to be dealt with, and he would handle them online.
After a while, Jian Rui sent the to-do list.
Fu Xijing just took out his phone and started working.
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Song Yi felt sleepy after eating the noodles, and fell into a deep sleep soon after lying down.
When I woke up again, it was already past three in the afternoon.
After a good sleep, I regained a lot of energy.
Song Yi got up and took his temperature, which was 37.5 degrees. Although it was still a low fever, he felt much better than before.
Song Yi drank two sips of water, got up, put on his slippers and went to the bathroom.
She walked out of the bedroom, scratching her hair and yawning.
I was halfway through a yawn when I saw Fu Xijing sitting on the sofa.
The two people's eyes met.
Song Yi's mind cleared up instantly. She closed her mouth and looked at him with dissatisfaction.
"Have you taken your temperature? Are you still running a fever?" Fu Xijing looked at her with a smile, a hint of teasing in his eyes.
Song Yi thought about how he had just behaved and had no good words to say: "Why haven't you left yet? Are you free?"
"Not idle." Fu Xijing stood up with his cell phone in hand and walked in front of her, lowering his head and moving closer to her.
Song Yi immediately dodged backwards.
Fu Xijing held her shoulders.
Song Yi was about to scold him when he heard him say, "Didn't you say that I was the cause of your illness? I am responsible for you."
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