President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

"Are you okay?" Feng Yin moved a little closer, but Leng Yan turned over and covered her with a quilt, giving her a cold back view.

Feng Yin is not the kind of person who likes to put a hot face on a cold butt, so he immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

But before turning around, he could vaguely see that Leng Yan kept pressing his stomach with one hand.

Could it be a stomachache?
Thinking that he caught a cold when he went to the lake before, and he didn't eat anything when he came back. I heard that his stomach was not very good before, so he definitely couldn't resist such a toss.

"I'll go downstairs." Feng Yin greeted and was about to leave, but was stopped by Leng Yan.

"Didn't you want to draw a picture? Going downstairs to avoid me?"

"If you don't want to watch me, just tell me! Don't work and go downstairs! You are really a good showman!"

Leng Yan still turned her back to Feng Yin, but her words were a bit heavy.But Fengyin doesn't remember what she offended him?This is purely asking for trouble!
"I'm just going down..."

"You don't need to explain to me, I'm tired today and I don't want to watch you act!"

"Leng Yan, I..."

"I've said it all so you don't need to explain! You're really addicted to acting!"

"Can you fucking let me finish my sentence?!"

boom!
Feng Yin became angry, and shouted at the back of Leng Yan's head.

"I'll go down and cook porridge for you! Don't you have a stomachache?"

After Feng Yin finished speaking, Leng Yan flickered a few times with his back turned to her, but he still gritted his teeth.

"Don't be smart! Who has a stomachache?"

Leng Yan turned over, her face was livid, and the hand that was covering her stomach moved away unnaturally.

"Okay, okay! You don't hurt, I hurt! My whole body hurts now! I'll go downstairs to make porridge and drink it myself, is it okay?" Feng Yin waved his hands, if he continued to argue with him, he probably would have to fight.

Although Leng Yan deserves to be beaten, she has principles and does not beat sick people!
"You don't call it pain! You are idle!" Leng Yan sarcastically.

"Let the design company arrange more work for you tomorrow!" After saying that, he rolled over and lay down again.

Feng Yin: "..." Can she take back that sentence that she doesn't understand like a patient?

I really want to punch him in the head!
Although Leng Yan was indebted and poisonous, since Feng Yin went downstairs, she still boiled a pot of porridge with yam nourishing the stomach and brought it up, mainly because she was also hungry, killing two birds with one stone.

Feng Yin entered the room with two bowls of hot porridge, and Leng Yan was leaning on the bedside to read documents.

Knowing that Feng Yin came in, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Stomach nourishing porridge, put it here." Feng Yin put down Leng Yan's bowl, and turned to leave.

"Don't eat."

A cold and proud voice sounded from behind.

"Whatever." Feng Yin didn't care.

"Unless you think your craftsmanship is better than a Michelin five-star chef, I can barely give you a taste."

The latter sentence of Leng Yan is not as good as the previous sentence of not eating.

It's so underwhelming.

Feng Yin resisted the urge to throw a bowl of hot porridge on the bed, went back to his room and wrote a post-it note, and stuck it next to the bowl of porridge.

The content of the sticky note is very simple. It writes the ingredients of porridge for nourishing the stomach. At the same time, it is recommended not to eat it when it is cold, so as not to nourish the stomach and hurt the stomach.

She knew that Leng Yan didn't eat many ingredients, so she wrote it comprehensively, so that he could eat it after reading it!Save yourself trouble with her because of the ingredients.

As for whether he eats or not, Feng Yin doesn't care anymore.

After Feng Yin left, she went back to her room to draw pictures, Leng Yan waited for a while, guessing that the porridge was going to be cold, then picked it up slowly, took a sip, and the taste was surprisingly good.

I saw that the ingredients written on the sticky note included goji berry, jujube, mountain monster and Gorgon seed rice. The combination was just right, and the boiled one was soft and rotten. Leng Yan, who has always been cold to hot porridge, drank up a bowl in a short while.