Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 658 Appellation problem, virtuous Miaomiao

hospital.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground echoed faintly on the exclusive floor of the SVIP ward.

dong dong dong-

Very rhythmic.

Soon, it came to an abrupt end, accompanied by the sound of pushing the door, which suddenly appeared abruptly in the quiet corridor.

The people on the hospital bed naturally noticed it too. When the door was pushed open, warm and smiling eyes fell on the person who came in.

Miao Miao was slightly startled: "...was it waking you up?"

"Not asleep."

Then she walked towards the hospital bed, put down the fruit basket in her hand, and sat on the chair: "Why are you sick?"

"Acute gastroenteritis." Shen Chunhang said lightly, if it wasn't for the needles stuck in the back of his hands and the bottle connected to the hose, the credibility should be even higher.

"what did the doctor say?"

"Keeping it up."

"anything else?"

"……diet."

Miao Miao nodded and hummed softly, "Can I eat now?"

"can."

"What do you want to eat?"

A light flashed across the man's eyes, too fast to catch: "You can eat anything?"

"As far as the doctor's order allows, try to be as light as possible. Tell me, I'll buy it right away."

Shen Chunhang lowered his eyes and still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Miao Miao felt a little lighter than before, as if his emotions... were not so high.

"How about..." Miao Miao blinked and tentatively asked, "I'll send it to you when I'm ready?"

The man raised his eyes suddenly: "Is it possible? Will it be too troublesome?"

"It just so happens that my house is not far away, and there is a vegetable market opposite. If you start preparing now, you should be able to eat it around seven o'clock."

"That's hard work for you!"

Miao Miao smiled and waved her hands: "You don't want to dislike my craftsmanship."

"Change your name."

"What?" Miao Miao was slightly taken aback.

"I look old?"

"what?"

"you answer me first."

"...No." She shook her head.

There is no hint of flattery or flattery, and there is sincerity in his eyes.

Although Shen Chunhang is over the age, but he is gentle and elegant, personable, good-looking, gentle temper, no middle-aged fat, no hair loss and baldness, if people believe him at the age of 20, how can he be with the "old man" "Words?

Miao Miao was a little confused about this question.

The man was half joking, and half serious: "Then why do you always call me 'you'?"

"Shouldn't it be?"

"Why should it be?"

"Principal, as a teacher, of course you should be used."

Shen Chunhang said seriously: "But you have already graduated."

"Isn't there a saying that: Be a teacher for a day, and be a father for life?"

Shen Chunhang: "..."

have to!I'm already a father, so I might as well call him "you".

The man has a headache.

But Miao Miao looked at him suspiciously and innocently, half understanding: "Is... what's the problem?"

"……No."

"Then I'll go home and prepare something to eat, and I'll come back around seven o'clock."

"Ah."

"By the way," she got up, walked to the door, turned her head suddenly, was caught off guard by the man's focused eyes, and paused for a while, "...forgot to ask just now, do you have anything in particular you want to eat?"

"It's all right, I don't choose."

Miao Miao smiled: "Okay, then I can play freely."

"Ah."

……

After leaving the hospital, Miao Miao went to the vegetable market first.

In addition to some fresh vegetables, I also bought millet at the grain and oil store.

She usually prefers rice when cooking porridge. As a southerner, she is more used to and prefers the grains of "white fat", while Shen Chunhang is just the opposite, he prefers yellow and orange millet.

After cooking for him for such a long time, Miao Miao can tell what this man likes like the back of his hand.

First, it is the accumulation of time.

Second, it is also the result of careful observation.

It is said that if you like someone, you can't help but want to know everything about him.

Miao Miao likes to sneak around, and even understands it quietly.

She doesn't need such behavior to prove her "liking", and she doesn't feel that doing so can lead to a good death.

Just follow your heart, think like this, and do it.

That's it.

After choosing the necessary things, Miao Miao hurried home as soon as possible.

Boil water, cook porridge, wash vegetables, salad, seasoning.

Finally put it into the thermos, cleaned up the kitchen, looked at the time, felt that it was almost there, went out, and went straight to the hospital.

Five past seven.

Miao Miao appeared in the ward again.

"So punctual?" Shen Chunhang raised his head with a smile on his face.

While talking, he closed the book in his hand and put it aside, then took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "What are you doing in a daze? Come and sit."

Only then did Miao Miao come to her senses, closed the door, and walked to the bed.

"It's rare to see you wearing glasses..." She said as she opened the thermos and took out the dishes in the middle compartment.

There are soft and rotten carrots, faintly green lettuce, neatly sliced ​​celery, purple-skinned light-hearted eggplant, and fragrant cucumbers, which are assembled into five concentric fan shapes, forming a standard circle as a whole.

The color is eye-catching and the fragrance is alluring.

Just one glance can make people move their index fingers.

Look at the millet porridge in the inner tank of the thermos. It has a moderate consistency and is soft and rotten. It is too much to cook for one minute longer, and it is not enough to cook for one minute. It is just right.

Shen Chunhang didn't even have time to answer the conversation, he was already distracted by the food in front of him.

Of course, there are also women who cook such delicacies...

Following those busy hands, the man's eyes wandered over the woman's slender forearms, to her shoulders, then over her neck, and finally fell on the quiet and peaceful face with downcast eyes.

Miao Miao seemed to be aware of it, raised her eyes slightly, and turned into puzzlement and doubt in the next second: "Why do you look at me like this?"

(End of this chapter)