After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

"Have you eaten?" An Ran asked casually when he saw the girl's eyes staring straight at the breakfast in front of him.

The girl didn't answer whether she had eaten or not, she just looked at it with a smile.

I still want to eat after eating.

An Ran opened the bag in front of her with some amusement. There was a thermos cup inside, the kind used at home.

She was stunned for a moment, her white fingers brushed over the thermos cup, and she untied another smaller bag inside. The bag contained fruits, milk, eggs, steamed buns, pancakes... In short, it was very rich.

"You can take whatever you want to eat." An Ran took out the rich breakfast bag alone and pushed it in front of the girl whose face was full of salivation.

"Shi Jian brought you so much breakfast. Did you ask him to help buy it?" The girl wanted to eat but was a little embarrassed.

An Ran could tell that she was embarrassed because it was given to her by Shi Jian.

So he directly took out the pancake she had been looking at for the longest time and gave it to her, "This is for you to eat. I still have a low fever and can't eat something so greasy."

"Ah, you still have a fever?" The girl was surprised and polite, and took the pancake from her hand, "Then I'll help you eat it. How much does it cost? I'll give you the money."

In the school, boarding students often ask day students to bring breakfast. The girls guessed that An Ran's breakfast was brought by Shi Jian, but they were not sure.

"No, I'm asking you to help me eat, and I want you to give me money. I'm so embarrassed."

An Ran waited for the girl to leave with a smile before opening the thermos cup. As soon as the lid was opened, a rich and unique aroma hit her face, and the white heat rose. She looked closer and found that the thermos cup contained angelica pigeon soup.

"..."

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Shi Jian, who was sitting on her seat and eating meat buns, looked at the thermos cup in front of her, her gentle eyes filled with complete confusion, "Doesn't it taste good?"

An Ran couldn't help but shook her head, "I don't dare to drink."

"???"

"I still have a low fever. After eating this, I will probably have a high fever again."

"???" Shi Jian's face froze as she was stuffed with buns.

Seeing that the child really didn't understand, An Ran leaned over slowly, lowered her head and asked him softly, "Who prepared this for you?"

Shi Jian's eyes were evasive and her ears were red, "My mother."

He felt awkward now.

After all, he is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. Even if he scores over 90 in every biology exam, he still cannot calm down when talking about girls' menstruation.

Shi Jian looked up and down, not daring to look at An Ran's smiling eyes in front of her, and explained in a low voice, "She gave it to me when I went out in the morning. She said she stewed it before going to bed yesterday."

That's why I blocked the door early this morning to bring An Ran to school.

An Ran couldn't stop laughing, "Why are you so good? You always answer whatever your mother asks."

She even told her mother about her menstrual cramps!

She didn't feel anything embarrassed, but she found it even more funny when she saw how bad Shi Jian looked.

In fact, he could have avoided this embarrassment, but he didn't.

"There's nothing that can't be said." Shi Jian lowered his head and continued to eat the buns.

I didn't take a bite for a long time.

There's nothing you can't say. Why are you speaking so softly?

An Ran laughed so hard in his heart that he felt a surge of warmth. He said that Shi Jian, an honest child, had a high emotional intelligence. Not only did he understand the cold relationship between her and the An family, but he also knew how to care about her body.

only--

"Eat this soup quickly, don't waste it, I can't eat it."

She pushed the thermos cup in front of Shi Jian and said, "The lid is not tightly closed. Be careful not to spill the soup."

"Is it true that you can't eat it?" She didn't know if she had done enough psychological struggle, but Shi Jian was finally able to raise her head and look directly at An Ran's face.

"No." An Ran smiled, "I can only eat some light porridge, eggs, vegetables and so on now. I have to wait until everything else is ready."

"Can't you eat fruits, bread, and milk?" Shi Jian glanced at the thermos cup in front of him, and then thought of the breakfast he specially bought at the breakfast shop this morning. His frustration was visible to the naked eye.

"Unfortunately, we can't." An Ran spread his hands.

Shi Jian thought for a while, then pushed the bowl of red dates and millet porridge in front of her, "You eat this, and give me the rest?"

An Ran glanced at the porridge in front of him, and Shi Jian immediately explained, "I haven't eaten it yet."

An Ran smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll give you the rest."

"No, I'll get it myself." Shi Jian stood up, put the lid back on the millet porridge in front of her, carried it and walked to An Ran's seat.

An Ran stood up slowly behind him.

The people at the front and back tables looked at the two of them coming back and asked funnyly, "What are you doing? Take it back and forth, exchange it back and forth."

Shi Jian enthusiastically brought breakfast to An Ran early in the morning. It was the first time in her life that she brought breakfast to her, but she brought a lot of things that she couldn't eat. She blushed with embarrassment and stood aside, embarrassed to speak.

An Ran explained with a chuckle, "I still had a fever and couldn't eat pasta, so I went to him to get millet porridge."

She didn't return Angelica pigeon soup to Shi Jian, and she didn't know that the red dates and millet porridge he ate today was just enough for her to eat.

The breakfast Shi Jian brought to her was carefully prepared, and it was all what she usually ate, but today she was a patient, and the things she usually liked to eat became inedible.

An Ran took out the breakfast that was originally his own on the table and put the ones he could eat one by one into the bag of millet porridge. The ones he couldn't eat were all repackaged and given to Shi Jian.

"Can't you eat pasta if you have a fever?" An Ran's people at the front and back desks, like Shi Jian, didn't understand this. "Is that so? I have a fever at home, and my mother often cooks noodles for me."

"Yes." An Ran nodded with a smile, "We have a very good doctor uncle in our family. He told me that he has tried it and it is indeed the case. Eating pasta will aggravate the body's recovery process."

"what?"

"That's it!" The two people at the front and back had understanding expressions on their faces.

Shi Jian stood aside with a breakfast bag and asked warmly, "Can I eat pasta if I have a cold?"

He felt that the great doctor uncle An Ran mentioned should be her family's personal doctor, Dr. Wu.

Dr. Wu is really good at medical skills.

Not only did An Ran mention him to him from time to time, but his mother also often went to Dr. Wu's clinic for treatment.

So I am very convinced by what An Ran said.

An Ran looked at the young man in front of him who was asking for advice humbly, thought for a while, and whispered, "You'd better not eat that soup."

"..."

"What is weak cannot be replenished."

"..."

"Be patient, lest you develop strep throat or something like that."

It is undeniable that Shi's mother stewed the soup with enough ingredients and sufficient heat. As soon as the lid was opened, she smelled the unique aroma of pigeon meat, with a hint of deliciousness and fragrance, revealing a kind of warmth. and comfortable feeling.

She was so hooked that she almost lost control and wanted to take a sip and taste it.

Angelica and pigeon soup is a good thing to replenish qi and blood, but it is really too replenishing and is not suitable for patients.