“Xi Qingchuan, Xi Qingchuan.” I slapped his face violently, and he finally opened his eyes and looked at me weakly: “What’s the matter?”
“I thought you were dead.”
“Even if I die, I won’t die of illness, I was shot to death by you.” His head hangs weakly.
“The doctor asked you to drink more water.”
“I’m hanging water right now.” He was helpless: “I need to let the water out.”
I froze for a while before I understood: “Are you going to the toilet?”
He propped the bed with his elbows, and after a long time, he didn’t get up. The hand that hung the bottle was about to congestion.
I will help him: “If you can’t get up, don’t behave, I can help you.”
“Thanks to you.” He snorted coldly.
I admit, it’s related to me, but who asked him to come?
I lifted up Xi Qingchuan. He was tall, tall, and crumbling. I felt that if he fell on me, he would definitely crush me to death.
I faltered and helped him to the bathroom, and he stopped and looked at me.
“What are you doing? Are you going to the bathroom?”
“We two are handcuffed together?”
“No.”
“Then you won’t go out?” He was fierce.
I was afraid that he would fall down because of his lack of energy. He thought I was so nasty and likes to watch him go to the toilet?
I told him: “You stand up, don’t plunge into the toilet.”
“I hope you look good.” He glared at me, and I had to let go of the hand holding his arm and walk out of the bathroom.
“Close the door.” He behaved badly behind me.
It’s like someone wants to hear the sound of him going to the toilet.
I closed the door and stood aside. If he falls, I can help him as soon as possible.
No matter what his motive is for coming to me, it is always for me.
After Xi Qingchuan went to the bathroom, he came back and lay steadily. I touched him as if his body temperature had dropped slightly.
I feel relieved if he is in trouble. It is already afternoon, and I am hungry and ask him, “What are you going to eat?”
He closed his eyes and answered me: “Yu Qian Fan.”
“What kind of elm money rice to eat at this time?” I ran out of the window to look at the big elm tree. There was already elm money on it. Only the ones that fell on the ground and could not be swept away were yellow or deteriorated.
I came back to report to him: “The season of elm money is over.”
“So fast?”
“Yeah, the season of Yuqian is very short. It will disappear after a short rainy season.” I suddenly felt a little sad: “I want to eat it and wait for the coming year.”
Xi Qingchuan and I, it is estimated that there is no coming year.
One year later, we will be back home.
“Then eat it next year, you can find a way to store it.”
“Don’t you like to eat yuqian rice?”
He stopped paying attention to me. Although he didn’t have any money, he always had to eat.
I went downstairs to cook the porridge, regardless of whether Xi Qingchuan’s kitchen did not open fire, but all kinds of ingredients were available.
I even found several packages of rice, including japonica rice, Thai fragrant rice, pearl rice, and glutinous rice.
What kind of rice should I use to make porridge?
I thought about it, grabbed a handful of each kind of rice, mixed it and cooked it together.
While cooking the porridge, I made two refreshing side dishes.
I found tripe in his refrigerator. I chopped it into thin strips and sauteed a mixed tripe with green and red peppers. I made a cold dish with several kinds of vegetables.
The scent of the porridge overflowed the kitchen. At this time, Bai Yu called and said that he had already arrived at Sun Island. I was astonished: “So soon?”
“I didn’t take a cruise, I also took a speedboat, but today it was calm and safe. Don’t worry.”
“Received Xiaoshi?”
“Well, let’s take the yacht back.”
After receiving Xiaoshi, I was relieved, don’t leave her alone on the island, in case something happens, I will die of guilt.
The porridge was still cooking in the pot, so I went upstairs to see Xi Qingchuan.
He seemed to be awake, squinting his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
“Xi Qingchuan.” I stood by the bed: “How do you feel?”
“It’s okay.”
“Does the head hurt?”
“It never hurts.”
“Are you dizzy?”
“Never fainted.”
When he was sick, it was still so difficult to communicate. I touched his head, not as hot as before.
Turning to see the hose with the water hanging on, I was shocked: “The water is over!” I looked up and the bottle was empty: “It’s over, you will die if you inject air into it!”
I was shocked and wanted to pull out his needle. When I reached the bottom of the hose, I found that the needle had been pulled out long ago.
“You unplugged it?”
“Otherwise? When you come to pull it, I’m covered with small bumps and turned into a toad.”
“It’s not as scary as the toad, the big deal is death.”
“I’m so happy that you think that my death is a big deal.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Now that you can argue with me, it means you are in trouble.”
He sniffed suddenly: “What did you cook?”
“It smells good, right?” I was very proud: “My craft is far more simple than yuqian rice.”
“It’s really not simple, it’s very personal.” There was a sneer on his lips.
“Mush? Mush?” I also seemed to smell an unusual smell.
“My porridge, my porridge.” I rushed out of the room crying.
My porridge is really mushy, a mushy taste.
I rushed to turn off the fire. The porridge was still in vain, but the bottom was formed, but fortunately, there was something like I thought that the bottom of the pot was burnt through.
Silly dangling by my side, I couldn’t help but feel angry with it: “You don’t know how to turn off the fire, it’s all gone.”
“You don’t have a set time again.”
“So, robots are robots, and they are still controlled by humans.” I became annoyed and stirred the porridge with a spoon.
In fact, it’s okay, but the bottom is formed, and the batter is not too strong. As long as you pour the porridge and add some water, you can still eat it.
Because I don’t know what time to cook the porridge again, I am hungry before and after.
I knew it would be better to let Silly Bai order a meal. Now the porridge in the porridge shop outside is all delicious.
I took two bowls of porridge and side dishes and brought them upstairs on a tray. As soon as he entered, he frowned: “You will eat something muddled for me?”
“In fact, it’s not too mushy, but the bottom of the pot is a little bit. The one I put out is not mushy. Besides, how come the pot in your kitchen is still bottoming? Shouldn’t the all-steel pot not mash the bottom?”
“I blame my pot for your bad craftsmanship.”
My craftsmanship is pretty good, so I can cook by nature.
I helped him sit up and brought him a bowl of porridge: “You can eat it, it’s a bit mushy, but it still has a different flavor.”
“Can you not deceive yourself?” He frowned and refused to eat: “I don’t want to eat mushy things.”
I knew that his mouth was making things difficult for me, and I sighed: “Well, I’ll let the idiot order food, I will eat these.”
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