Jiang Yao looked at the dinner on the table: steamed grouper, fried crab in typhoon shelter, boiled cabbage, and clam soup.
At first glance, it does look very rich, but upon closer inspection, combined with Chen Yanbei's current physical condition, the arrangement of this dish is very problematic.
Seafood is high-quality protein, and eating a small amount of it for patients can help with nutrition, but there is no need for all three dishes to be seafood, right?
Moreover, seafood is still fat, and normal people will feel uncomfortable if they eat too much, let alone patients?
Also, these meals are not convenient to eat.
Pay special attention to fish with spines. Fried crabs need to be peeled by hand, and shelled clams are not easy to pick.
Only one dish of boiled vegetables is normal.
Chen Yanbei couldn't see, so it was really interesting that the servants made these dishes that were very troublesome to eat.
No wonder they say that a wealthy family is a big show, and it’s true.
Jiang Yao moved her eyes to Chen Yanbei and saw the man sitting upright, groping for the bowl on the table with both hands.
Eating rice one bite at a time.
The movements were not awkward due to injury and inconvenience, but were elegant and noble.
But except for the rice, he didn't even touch the dishes on the table.
Most of the last small bowl of white rice was left.
Jiang Yao looked at the man's pale face and dry lips, and suddenly understood something.
Eating so much white rice every day, it's strange to see blood on my face.
Thinking about men's habit of repelling servants from getting close to them, I am afraid that they rarely even drink water.
Because he needs to go to the toilet after drinking water, the man is physically inconvenient and needs help.
"Eat some more vegetables to replenish fiber." Jiang Yao put two cabbage sums into the man's bowl, fearing that the man might have mysophobia, and added, "I use public chopsticks."
After hearing her words, Chen Yanbei pursed his lips but made no move.
"Don't like vegetables? Then drink some soup." Jiang Yao didn't force it, filled another bowl of soup, and stirred it a few times with a small spoon to dissipate the heat.
"Open your mouth~" Her voice was soft and sticky, and the small spoon gently touched the corner of the man's lips.
The warm touch of bone china came from his lips. Chen Yanbei was stunned for a second, and then slowly opened his lips.
The taste of seafood soup is naturally better than tasteless white rice.
Chen Yanbei drank less than half of the bowl without realizing it.
Jiang Yao wanted to feed him again, but Chen Yanbei tightened his lips and felt a little defensive.
"Don't worry, I can help you if you want to go to the bathroom." Jiang Yao promised immediately as if she could see through the man's thoughts.
Ha, Chen Yanbei raised the corners of his lips, this woman knew him well.
Although there were male caregivers here before, he was not used to this kind of lifestyle of having to rely on others for everything.
Simply don't drink water and eat less.
In the long run, even a strong-willed person will not be able to bear such hardship, let alone a patient.
During this period, it was all supported by his previous physical foundation.
In the end, Chen Yanbei finished the remaining half bowl of soup.
After feeding Chen Yanbei, Jiang Yao could only take care of her own belly.
After eating and drinking enough, my energy and energy are back.
Just when Sister An came up to collect the plates, Jiang Yao asked casually: "Who is responsible for the young master's three meals a day?"
Sister An: "It's the cook sent from the old house to take care of the young master's health."
Jiang Yao nodded, "Sister An, please help me call him over. I have something to ask him."
After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a white chef's uniform appeared at the door of the master bedroom.
"Young lady, you are looking for me."
The man's expression was submissive and he looked honest and courteous.
But Jiang Yao still carefully caught the disdain hidden behind the low eyebrows and eyes.
