"Hey, Yueyue, did you cook porridge so early in the morning?"
A woman came over and was a little surprised to see Bai Yue serving porridge.
"Hmm~!" Bai Yue held a bowl of porridge and smiled sweetly, "Auntie, I'll deliver it to brother Yuzhu, and you can take the rest and eat it with grandpa and uncle~"
"Okay, I'll make some more food. When it's ready, I'll invite you to eat together, ah~"
"Okay~"
Bai Yue carried the porridge and ran back into the house happily. Halfway through, she suddenly remembered and came back to get a wooden spoon.
Seeing her being a bit reckless but really busy and happy, her aunt couldn't help but shook her head fondly: "Slow down, be careful of burning."
"Don't worry, aunt~"
Seeing Bai Yue enter the house, Xiao Ling wanted to lift his heels, but was held back by the excited Han Yuan.
Han Yuan watched with curiosity as the woman began to clean the pots and dishes to prepare the dishes, and he became interested again: "Aling, was the white porridge just now too monotonous? Why don't I make some more dishes for you?"
Xiao Ling: "..."
He wanted to say that Han Yuan was so humble, and that bowl of "white porridge" was not boring at all.
His mouth is still mixed with salty, numbing, sour and other tastes, so complicated that he can't even tell what seasonings he put in it.
Being able to make porridge like this is considered a "talent".
"...No need, white porridge is just...pretty good."
"Seriously?" Han Yuan looked a little regretful. Xiao Ling's compliment just now made him more interested in cooking.
"...Well, I have to live here for a long time anyway, let's do it later."
Xiao Ling was still unwilling to dampen his enthusiasm.
These words entered Han Yuan's heart, and he was so sweet that he almost floated up. Finally he was willing to leave from the stove, stepped forward and hugged the person into his arms: "Aling is right, The days ahead are long~”
So slimy as hell.
"Yeah, okay, come on in, don't press on me."
Xiao Ling pushed the person away with disgust on her face, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise. He said he was going to walk quickly, but his steps were not that fast.
"Okay~ I'll listen to my wife~" Han Yuan followed with a playful smile, not daring to lie on anyone anymore, but dishonestly stretched his hands to the slender and tight waist, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Can I rub it for you?"
"Tsk, take your hands away and be more serious!"
"Anyway, it's just you and me here, and no one can see..."
"Shut up."
Lord Ghost King was still trying to get some sweetness, but Xiao Ling glanced at him in annoyance, and finally withdrew his hand in a sullen voice.
It seems that the white porridge just made was too simple, not enough to please Aling, so we need to work harder!
Xiao Ling didn't know what he was thinking, but when she saw Han Yuan turning his head and looking in the direction of the kitchen, he was excited and quickly pushed him into the house.
"Brother Yuzhu, be careful when it's hot...does it taste good?"
When they entered, Bai Yue was feeding Yu Zhu a mouthful of porridge.
The bowl of white porridge in her hand was sticky and soft, and had no other strange colors, but the taste was...
"Good cough - uh, delicious."
Yu Zhu struggled to swallow the salty and bitter porridge, his tongue seemed to be numb for a moment, and he almost couldn't speak smoothly, but luckily he held it back.
Xiao Ling looked at the young man Yu Zhui's suddenly tense mandible and voice. Even though he was wrapped in thick gauze, the twitching on his face could be vaguely seen, and he suddenly felt a sense of distress.
Thinking that before leaving the kitchen just now, she heard Bai Yue's aunt muttering something like, "I only packed a jar of salt yesterday, but now it's bottomed out. Did I remember it wrong?", it's conceivable that this bowl of salt will be there. What does the seemingly ordinary white porridge taste like?
However, it doesn't necessarily have the "mixed flavors" in the bowl he just drank.
"It's great. This is my first time making it. I was afraid it wouldn't be cooked well, so I only added sugar and nothing else."
Bai Yue was very happy, but it became more difficult for Yu Zhu to open her mouth each time.
He had cooked porridge for his mother before. How could he not know what else should be put in the porridge?
However, no matter how unpalatable Bai Yue's food is, he won't refuse it.
After all, she was the best person to him besides his mother since he could remember it.
Although, this little girl is several years younger than herself.
"Brother Yuzhu, drink more~ This way the injury will heal faster~"
"......Um."
The warm porridge warmed all the way from the mouth to the whole body, and even the whole heart was ignited with a warmth that had not been felt in a long time.
Yu Zhu's sharp black eyes were now extremely soft, and even the movement of swallowing the salty and bitter white porridge became much smoother.
Maybe it was because my mouth was really numb, but I slowly realized that the porridge was actually quite delicious.
It’s not bitter at all.
"Tch, what she cooks is definitely not as delicious as what I cook."
Seeing Xiao Ling staring intently at Bai Yue as she fed Yu Zhu some porridge, Han Yuan snorted with some disdain: "Such white porridge must have no taste, right A Ling?"
Xiao Ling: "..." Why is it called "white porridge"?
He held his forehead with a headache and nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes."
The easy-to-coax Lord Ghost King immediately became happy, stopped making any noise, and began to think about how to make the porridge more delicious and colorful next time.
Bai Yue and Yu Zhu finally finished feeding them a bowl of porridge.
"Brother Yuzhu, do you still want to drink? I cooked a lot and there is still some left."
"Thank you, no need."
Yu Zhu shook his head slightly, and pursed his lips stiffly when Bai Yue came over with a handkerchief to wipe his mouth: "You..."
"What?" Despite Bai Yue's young age, she seemed to be a decent caregiver at this time. She wiped the corners of his lips carefully, checked that the gauze was not dirty, and then took care of Yu Zhu properly. She covered herself with a quilt, lying on the edge of the bed with her chin in her hands and staring at him.
"You..." The young man moved his gaze, met the girl's innocent and kind eyes, and then turned back as if he was burned. He hesitated several times, but in the end he just said, "You Have you eaten?"
"Not yet." Bai Yue held her chin and shook her head, "My aunt is cooking. She will call me when it is ready."
"Yeah." Yu Zhu responded lightly, and then fell into silence.
Bai Yue blinked. Even though she was a little nervous, she could tell that Yu Zhu had something in mind.
"Brother Yuzhu, do you have something to say to me?" She was never one to hold things in her heart, so she asked directly, "If you have something to say, say it out. Holding it in your heart will not be good for your body. Okay, the wound will also heal slower, but this won’t work~!”
Her "old doctor" demeanor softened his anxious and nervous mood a bit. After much hesitation, he still asked: "Aren't you... afraid of me?"
