Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 137 I won’t be in a coma for a few more years! ?

The person who walked in was a slender, slim young girl.

She has short black and smooth hair, with a few strands of hair hanging playfully on her fair and soft side. She wears a straight ladies suit with a pair of simple wide-leg pants, and a pair of white canvas shoes.

Su Qian carried a large thermal box and walked towards Chu Zihang with a sunny aura.

"You have just recovered from a serious illness. You should be careful not to catch the cold." She took a Burberry linen windbreaker from the closet nearby and gently covered Chu Zihang's body.

Then, Susie quickly set up a small table on the hospital bed and took out dishes that were still steaming hot from the thermos.

"Today we still have three dishes and one soup, boiled prawns, scrambled eggs with shredded potatoes and tomatoes, and white radish and pork ribs soup."

"I heard that your mother said that you like to drink the bowl of soup she made the most. Can you try it and see how it tastes?" Susie placed the dishes in front of Chu Zihang, filled a bowl of soup and handed it to his hand.

Chu Zihang took the bowl, thanked him, and took a small taste.

It has a slightly sweet taste and a refreshing aftertaste.

White radish pork rib soup is actually a very simple home-cooked dish. You only need to blanch the pork ribs, peel and wash the radish, stew it in a pot, and add some seasonings to make it decent.

And Chu Zihang's mother, Su Xiaoyan, is a beautiful and charming dancer. Her daily life style has always been careless and careless.

Therefore, although her cooking skills cannot be said to be outstanding, at least she can be regarded as ignorant.

Su Xiaoyan is a kitchen killer who can almost cause a dust explosion even when mixing noodles!

The simple white radish and pork ribs soup is one of the only edible dishes she has left, and it is also the only type of soup. This is why Chu Zihang said that she likes this bowl of soup the most...

But at this moment, Chu Zihang looked at the brown color on the edge of the ribs in the bowl, and he instantly understood that the bowl of soup in his hand was completely different from the crude stew made by his mother.

Reading is one of Chu Zihang's few hobbies. He reads basically any book and accepts all comers.

From a recipe book, Chu Zihang learned that it took a lot of effort to make this seemingly simple bowl of soup.

In order to ensure that the soup is clear and sweet, drain the ribs as soon as possible after blanching them, then quickly pour them into the pan when the ribs are not cool enough, and carefully drain the fat piece by piece through the dryer. The fried method is forced out.

This will ensure the best taste of the soup.

Obviously, the bowl of soup in her hand was made by Susie through this complicated process.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Susie's voice sounded quietly.

"It tastes good. Thank you for your hard work." Chu Zihang nodded.

Hearing this, Susie's clear eyes suddenly turned into crescent moons, and she smiled demurely and gently.

Seeing the soft smile so close at hand, Chu Zihang's heart suddenly surged with an indescribable emotion.

Since he came to this hospital for treatment, Susie has been by his side and taken care of his daily life in every detail.

In the past two months, Chu Zihang had not eaten a single meal in the hospital. Susie had prepared all the meals and delivered them to the ward on time.

When it comes to food, Chu Zihang actually doesn't have any bad habits of being picky about food.

He has always adhered to the belief that "food intake is to supplement various nutrients that maintain vital signs." He had always eaten the same food without any new ideas.

But under the premise of ensuring nutritional balance, Susie served a variety of delicious dishes in front of Chu Zihang, like a famous chef who has been deeply involved in the culinary world for many years.

Moreover, in the past two months, Su Qian not only took care of all Chu Zihang's food and daily life, but also helped him write many letters to Su Xiaoyan.

Chu Zihang has always had a habit.

Write a letter to your mother's email every night before going to bed, telling you about your peaceful and fulfilling daily life.

He originally thought that Su Xiaoyan would not read the contents of the letter in detail, or even click on the mailbox, but he still wrote unwaveringly every day. Just so that my mother could click on the mailbox on a whim one day, see the neatly arranged letters, and continue to have a party with her sisters singing and dancing heartlessly, without having to worry about my son who is studying abroad.

But two months ago, there was a time when Chu Zihang was unable to write a letter because he was undergoing treatment.

As a result, early the next morning, he heard from Su Qian that his mother called and asked Zihang why he didn't write a letter yesterday. Did something happen? ? She has already booked a flight. Do you need her to fly to Chicago right away...

At that moment, Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he might not know his mother Su Xiaoyan as well as he thought.

Just like Chu Tianjiao, who didn't understand his father many years ago.

Perhaps it is best for adults not to think they know their children well, and for children not to think they know their adults well.

Later, due to treatment, Chu Zihang really couldn't write letters every day, so Su Qian took over the job, and she and Su Xiaoyan had a lot of fun talking back and forth.

When Su Xiaoyan called Chu Zihang a few days ago, she asked him to send her some photos of Su Qian, saying that she wanted to give the girl some sets of cosmetics...

At that time, Su Xiaoyan said jokingly on the phone: "This girl named Su Qian likes you at first sight. How about you bring her home during the winter vacation, and mommy will give her a big red envelope?"

Except for Chu Zihang, everyone seemed to be able to tell at a glance that Su Qian liked him.

Fortunately, now Chu Zihang finally knows.

So, do you like Susie?

Chu Zihang has been asking himself this question for the past two months, but he has never been able to find a definite answer.

"You should ask Zhou Xuan for advice on this kind of problem. He understands this very well." He thought in his heart.

But Chu Zihang suddenly saw the documents on the bedside table and the dark golden Japanese katana.

He lowered his head silently.

"By the way, Zhou Xuan's memorial service is scheduled for next Sunday, and I have already booked the flight ticket." Su Qian said softly while helping Chu Zihang peel the shrimp shells.

"it is good."

……

When Zhou Xuan woke up again, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He found himself lying on a large, soft bed, surrounded by a variety of high-tech medical instruments.

and many more.

Didn't I fall into a deep sleep on an island?

Why did you wake up and come to such a place?

Moreover, this scene seems a bit familiar...

I won’t sleep for a few more years! ?

Zhou Xuan felt a thrill in his heart and quickly woke up.

But he didn't jump out of bed like a carp before, because the current environment may not allow it.

(End of this chapter)