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Chapter 303 [086] Little Ambiguity
"What do you want to eat? Just tell me. We can cook almost all the simple meals there."

Su Qian hesitated for a moment: "May I ask what kind of food a sick person should eat to be healthy?"

"It depends on what kind of disease he has." The proprietress said calmly: "If it's cancer, AIDS, those supplements are useless. For minor diseases that hurt muscles and bones, you can drink more bone soup to help the wound heal faster."

AIDS!Eyelids twitched, the proprietress was really thinking in a leap.

Shen Yue and Su Qian are very sure, Su Lei is somewhat possible, but Yin Shenyue's strict self-discipline personality will definitely not get AIDS.

Well, think too far.Su Qian pulled back her thoughts: "Is there a difference?"

"Of course." The proprietress said unceremoniously: "Shibu is related to the recovery period of the patient's body."

Su Qian was embarrassed, she didn't know this at all. "How should the person who was shot and injured be mended?" She said humbly.

"I was shot." The proprietress was not surprised when she heard this answer, as if it was a very normal thing: "Then drink some ginseng and black chicken soup."

Sweating silently, Su Qian said, "Is there something simpler?" The name sounds troublesome.

"Sparse rib soup, simple and nutritious."

Rib soup seems to be ok.Su Qian nodded: "Give me a spare rib soup package."

The face of the proprietress suddenly became embarrassed: "You have to do this yourself."

"why?!"

"Because our authentic soup doesn't sell well in Pakistan, so the restaurant has never sold anything like soup. But seeing that you are also Chinese, we naturally can't treat our family badly. You can go to the supermarket to buy it. Come back with some ingredients, we can lend you the kitchen utensils."

Therefore, if Yin Chenyue wants to eat something, Su Qian must do it himself.

Su Qian swears that the number of times she has cooked since she was a child can be counted on the fingers, and the successful cases are even more difficult to count on one finger, let alone what rib soup she can cook.

Although she repeatedly begged the proprietress to do it for her, they said that it would be sincere to do this kind of thing by herself.

Well, for the sake of sincerity, Su Qian bit the bullet and picked up the spoon to cook the soup.

As for the arduous process of cooking soup, Su Qian felt that it might not be possible to write it all in a notebook.

Finally, after the soup was cooked, Su Qian still left some money for the proprietress. It didn't mean much, and she felt that it was not easy for them to come out to do business. Afterwards, the proprietress might think that Su Qian was not bad, so she lent her the thermos up.

Su Qian wandered back to the hospital with a thermos in one hand and the fresh fruit she bought in the other.

Yin Chenyue couldn't tell if she was asleep. When Su Qian put the thermos cup in front of his bedside table, Yin Chenyue's eyes opened suddenly.

"You didn't sleep," she said.

"Just woke up."

Su Qian nodded: "Get up and eat something."

Yin Chenyue responded and tried to get up from the chuangshang. Su Qian saw that his movement was extremely difficult, so she supported his shoulders and put a pillow on the head of the bed.

The touch of the skin was more obvious at this moment. When Su Qian came back, she walked all the way, and there was a lot of fine sweat all over her body.

Putting the pork rib soup in the porcelain bowl sent by the proprietress, Su Qian looked at the bowl of soup with different colors with a lack of confidence.Leaving aside the taste of the soup, the color alone is quite characteristic of British dark cuisine.

I remembered that Tang Mogu once said that eating the food she cooked would lead to collapse without going to the hospital. Su Qian was sweating profusely and felt very guilty.

(End of this chapter)