I, Qinghuan

After washing the dishes, Nan Yang was ready to go back to sleep.

When she returned to the room, she suddenly heard a strange movement from the next door.She has high martial arts skills and good hearing, so she can hear very clearly. Qing Huan is suppressing her moans, as if she is enduring intense pain.

She almost instinctively stepped over to Qinghuan's door, wanting to open it to see what's going on.But when his hand was about to touch the doorknob, it was stuck in the air, and he wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare.

Does she wish to go in by herself?

Does she need her own attention?

Qing Huan seemed to take a deep breath, and the voice in her throat could hardly be suppressed.Nan Yang was anxious, and couldn't think too much, so he pushed down the handle and opened the door.

Zhu Qinghuan was not on the bed, she was lying on the ground in embarrassment, her enchanting curly hair stuck to the floor, spreading like a cloud.She covered her belly with one hand, her face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her neck was also glistening with water.

Nan Yang hurriedly squatted down and helped her up from the ground.Zhu Qinghuan was in so much pain that she was almost hallucinating, she squinted her eyes, looked at Nan Yang who was close at hand, her lips trembling: "You..."

Nan Yang helped Zhu Qinghuan to lie down on the bed. She frowned and bent down seriously to touch Zhu Qinghuan's forehead.When Nan Yang bent over, her long black hair hung down on Zhu Qinghuan's face. The hair was very soft, and with a light sweep, she wanted to scratch that itchy skin.

"Gastroenteritis, fever." Nan Yang spat out these five words with care.

Zhu Qinghuan was dizzy from the pain, she only knew that she probably had gastroenteritis, but she didn't expect that a fever was also involved.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Nan Yang turned around and left, wanting to go back to her room to get the car keys.

"Don't..." Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly stopped her weakly, "Don't go to the hospital, I... will be photographed."

"Did you die?" Nan Yang frowned and looked at her.She seldom talked to Zhu Qinghuan in such a serious tone, but even this sentence, which looked like losing her temper, was in a soft tone.

"No... I have a contract, and I can't disclose black material before the filming starts..." Zhu Qinghuan's voice trembled, "The news of my marriage with you has not been made public yet, and everyone in the circle knows that Mei and I relationship, if I go to the hospital with you, tomorrow...tomorrow the article about our unmarried first pregnancy will hit the headlines..."

Nan Yang has never found the career of being a star so troublesome.

"Then you just lie down like this, can you do it?" Nan Yang felt inappropriate.

"It's okay...you can pour me a glass of water. I have gastroenteritis. I have medicine in the drawer." Zhu Qinghuan curled up in a ball on the bed, unable to open her eyes. Don't put sugar or salt in it..."

That boiled cabbage might become a psychological shadow for her life.

Nan Yang sighed and went downstairs to pour a glass of water.She found the medicine from the drawer, and handed the water and medicine to Zhu Qinghuan.

Zhu Qinghuan struggled to get up, her head was dizzy and her eyes were dim.She stared at the wobbly glass of water, coughed twice, and wanted to raise her hand but couldn't.

"Hello?" Nan Yang asked her opinion.

Zhu Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at Nan Yang with displeasure, as if expressing her dissatisfaction with her overstepping.She was ill at this time, with a hot flush around her eyes, and although she made an unfriendly expression, she looked strangely charming.

'Qing Huan' practiced Taoism back then, so her appearance was always tinged with the unique coldness of Taoists, which concealed her originally beautiful facial features. 'Zhu Qinghuan' has never practiced any Taoism, her every frown and frown show the enchantment of her facial features to the fullest, like a goblin who will bring disaster to the country and the people.

She and Nan Yang's looks are two extremes.One is as charming as a flame, and the other is as cold as frost and snow.The inevitable result of frost and snow being close to the flame is that it is melted, evaporated, turned into water, and turned into the same degenerate color.

Nan Yang endured it for a long time before forcibly resisting the thought of kissing her.

"Open your mouth."

Nan Yang held up the capsule.

Although Zhu Qinghuan seemed to want to refuse, but her eyes were so painful that she couldn't see clearly, so she obediently opened her lips a little, and waited drowsily for the feeding.Nan Yang pushed the capsule into her mouth, and when he left, he couldn't help rubbing her lower lip lightly with his fingertips, which was moist and soft, with a scorching temperature.

Zhu Qinghuan felt the hidden desire in that short touch.She swallowed the pill dry, frowned, and warned Nan Yang: "Don't kiss me."

Her original intention was to protect herself, but when she said this with a sick face, it would only make Nan Yang's indifferent eyes a little more cloudy.

Nan Yang was silent for a while.She stood up suddenly and walked out of the bedroom without saying a word, without closing the door.

Zhu Qinghuan looked in the direction where Nan Yang disappeared.Is she angry?Zhu Qinghuan thought vaguely.

She didn't have the strength to think too much, and the surging illness made her drowsy.She tucked herself into the soft blanket, closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

I don't know how long she slept, but when she was half asleep and half awake, someone patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Zhu Qinghuan opened her eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw Nan Yang standing beside her bed.

"I cooked you a bowl of porridge." Nan Yang held a white porcelain bowl in his hand and a small spoon in his right hand, "Get up and eat something, it hurts to have an empty stomach."

"You went to cook porridge..." Zhu Qinghuan rubbed her forehead.

Thought you were gone.

When the second half of the sentence appeared in her heart, Zhu Qinghuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong, maybe she was really confused.

"Yeah." Nan Yang nodded, "Eat a little, it will be more comfortable."

Zhu Qinghuan glanced at the white porridge, her stomach growled.She was really hungry, she hadn't eaten anything all day, and the vomiting just now made her stomach empty.As for porridge, no matter how bad her cooking skills are, it won't be unpalatable.

"Give it to me." Zhu Qinghuan sat up dragging a body that seemed to no longer belong to her.

Nan Yang handed it over.Zhu Qinghuan took the bowl, scooped up a large spoonful and put it into her mouth.

When her tongue touched the spoonful of porridge, she almost exhausted all the etiquette in her life to forcefully suppress her vomiting desire to survive, and did not spray the porridge on Nan Yang's body.

She finally frowned, "How on earth did you do it? What did you put in it?"

Seeing her forbearing expression, Nan Yang was taken aback for a moment, and explained: "It's just a little sugar."

Impossible, a little sugar can never achieve such a disgusting taste.

"You don't want to cook anymore." Zhu Qinghuan put the bowl on the table, her eyes became a little loose, and she corrected a hobby for Nan Yang that was not suitable for her development, "You are really terrible. .”

"Yes...is there?" Nan Yang stammered rarely.

"Or, are you deliberately taking revenge on me?" Zhu Qinghuan narrowed her eyes, looking at Nan Yang as if examining her.

Nan Yang shook his head.

Shake very sincerely.

Zhu Qinghuan touched her forehead, it was still very hot, but there was no way, she was still very hungry.She resisted the discomfort of her body and got up from the bed, pulled a blanket over her shoulders, then bent over weakly, stepped into the slippers and got off the ground, whispering to Nan Yang in a hoarse voice:

"Come with me."

The kitchen probably didn't expect that it would be visited again in the middle of the night.The kitchen is even more unexpected, it will accommodate a scene that looks extremely strange.

A dying man stood in front cooking with trembling hands, and another healthy man stood behind with his hands behind his back doing nothing.

Zhu Qinghuan was weakly wrapped in a blanket and stood in front of the stove, her face was pale, only the corners of her eyes were burning red.She was still covering her throbbing stomach with one hand, but with the other she had to pick up the spoon and stir the water in the porridge pot.

Nan Yang just stood quietly behind her, her eyes silently looking at her beautifully permed curly hair.

She just looked at her like this, as if she had returned to more than 3000 years ago, every time she looked at the back of Qinghuan cooking.Just looking at her, as if they were still in their Rongku Pavilion, she was still Nan Yang who couldn't cook well, and she was still the Qing Huan who only cooked for Nan Yang.It was as if they had just walked away for a long time without saying goodbye or separation, and she was always in the same place, waiting for her master to find her.

"Go get a piece of paper and write it down," Zhu Qinghuan's voice suddenly sounded, "The process, materials and so on."

"it is good."

Nan Yang came back to her senses, and walked out of the kitchen to the upstairs bedroom to get paper and pens. When going upstairs, she used light work and completed a round trip as fast as she could.

The water in the pot was already boiled, Zhu Qinghuan found the rice vat, and reached in to grab the rice.

She had already grasped her own amount of food, and when she was about to take her hand out of the rice bowl, she paused.She lowered her head, unable to see the expression on her face clearly, but after a while, the hand reached down again, grabbing the measure of two people.

Nan Yang has returned, holding a pen and a notebook.Zhu Qinghuan put the rice into the porridge pot, pointed to the pot and said to her: "The ratio of rice to water is almost one to eight. If you want to thin it out, one to ten is almost enough. If it is thinner, it will become soup. If If you use glutinous rice, or mung beans, you should soak them soft before cooking, and the taste will be much better. In fact, white porridge is delicious without any seasoning. If you want to add some sugar or salt, you can, but don’t put too much .No matter what the seasoning is, if you add too much, it will be difficult to eat.”

With that said, Zhu Qinghuan made room for a little bit, "Come on, put the sugar in, let me see how you put the sugar in."

She was really curious about how Nan Yang released it.

Nan Yang put down the half-written notebook, walked obediently to the side of the sugar jar, took a spoonful of sugar with his right hand.Her hands trembled as she lifted them over the porridge pot, and they trembled violently.With a shake of his hand, all the sugar in the spoon was poured out.

Zhu Qinghuan hastily stretched out her hand to block it, blocking most of the candies out.

Well, now she knows why Nan Yang's cooking skills are so devilish.The hands are shaking like this, the ingredients will never be put away, how can the food be delicious.

Nan Yang lowered her eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Seeing that she was actually apologizing, Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help curling her lips: "What are you apologizing for? You have been served since you were a child, and it's normal for a big boss like you not to be able to do this."

Nan Yang is not the big boss, her status is much more noble than the "big boss".She was born as a lord, and later she directly served as the head of the sect, and was worshiped wherever she went, and was carried and offered as offerings. It was really not her turn to do these chores.Usually when she needs to eat or go to bed, Qing Huan will take care of her.

So, since Qing Huan left, she never took good care of herself.

Nan Yang looked at Zhu Qinghuan who was stirring the porridge pot, and asked softly, "Have you always been this good at cooking?"

"That's right, I've been good at cooking since I was a child, and everything tastes delicious," Zhu Qinghuan said with a little bit of complacency in her voice, "But I'm lazy, so sometimes I'd rather be hungry than cook. Feed yourself."

"Your gastroenteritis should be related to you always skipping breakfast."

"Maybe. But that's what being an artist is all about. Filming is so busy, who cares about eating when you're really busy? Besides, eating this kind of carbohydrates will make you gain weight."

Nan Yang hummed, and said, "But it's best to have breakfast."

Zhu Qinghuan chuckled lightly: "Why are you like my mother?"

Nan Yang shut his mouth and did not speak.

"Okay, it's cooked," Zhu Qinghuan gathered the blanket around her body and said to Nan Yang, "Bring two bowls."

"……two?"

Nan Yang was stunned.

"Otherwise? Take three?" Zhu Qinghuan looked at her sideways, "Do you want two bowls by yourself?"

Nan Yang's ears were a little red, and he didn't answer. He just took out two bowls from the cupboard, rinsed them again in the sink, and handed them to Qing Huan.

She looked at Qinghuan's way of serving porridge, and thought to herself, actually, it's not impossible to eat two bowls.

The fragrant white porridge is served in a porcelain white bowl, steaming hot with an attractive mist.Zhu Qinghuan walked to the restaurant with two bowls of porridge. Nan Yang wanted to help her, but she hid for a while and didn't ask Nan Yang to take it.

The two of them sat at the dining table, and the living room was completely dark, except for a light above the dining room, which made it look like another independent small world.Zhu Qinghuan ate the porridge she made, except that the sugar dropped a little earlier, it was generally quite delicious.

"Why do you put sugar in everything?" Zhu Qinghuan took a mouthful of the porridge and asked vaguely, "You need to put cabbage, and you need to put porridge."

After swallowing the porridge in his mouth, Nan Yang replied, "I like sweet ones."

"That's right, the first time I saw you, you were eating candied haws, and you even ate several at once..." Zhu Qinghuan's voice was soft and soft, "Let's eat less of that kind of carbs, you're 35 years old, so It’s easy to get diabetic if you eat it. If you really like sugar that much, you can try chocolate, that kind of pure cocoa butter, it’s delicious to chew, and eating it when you’re sad will make you feel better.”

"Okay, I remember."

Nan Yang nodded seriously.

With the spoon in her mouth, Zhu Qinghuan sneaked a glance at Nan Yang who was opposite.

Before coming to the kitchen, Nan Yang tied up her hair in a hasty way. The hair on the sideburns hung loosely on the side of her face, looking very demure and elegant.She was still wearing a pure white shirt. She seemed to only wear white all the time. The buttons of the shirt were tightly buttoned one by one, exuding a strong sense of abstinence.

Actually... she's pretty good too.Indifferent to outsiders, Dudu is gentle and accommodating to himself. She is also beautiful without looking old.Apart from poor cooking, I can't find any faults.

It's just a pity, how long can it last like this?

When I was in high school, there was a girl who treated her like this.She will send good morning and good night on time every day, use her pink kettle to make a pot of hot water for herself during the morning break, secretly stuff a lot of lollipops in her desk pocket, and say to herself every day : Zhuzhu, I like you.Although she didn't have that kind of affection for that girl, she was still moved by her kindness to her. She yearned for the "like" she said in her mouth. If a person likes another person, he is willing to do anything for her , which sounds really tempting.

But even a person who likes himself so much will also like someone else overnight.One day, she suddenly found herself and said, Zhuzhu, a more beautiful transfer student came to the next class, I decided to like her, please give me back my water bottle.

So she returned the pink water bottle to her, and left with her trust in "Like".

She has always been reluctant to fall in love, especially with a rich man like Nan Yang, because she doesn't want to see such a beautiful thing as "like" being ruined.From childhood to adulthood, rich children have always loved to spoil things. When they like something, they treat it as a treasure, and when they don’t like it, they throw it away like garbage, because they have more escape routes and more and better choices.

Liking is really the most unreliable thing in the world.

No one likes another person forever.

Nan Yang ate the porridge and said lukewarmly: "I'll make you breakfast tomorrow. You can't skip breakfast. Don't worry, I've learned it all. Just cook the rice and water together without adding any seasonings."

Zhu Qinghuan regained her senses, and her gentle tone slightly restrained: "I don't know how to eat."

"I'll prepare it tomorrow and put it on the dining table, so I won't disturb your sleep." Nan Yang licked his upper lip that was stained with porridge.

Zhu Qinghuan was noncommittal.

Nan Yang ate the last bit of porridge in the bowl, and said softly, "Thank you for teaching me how to make porridge."

Zhu Qinghuan smiled, looked at the porridge in her spoon, and asked casually, "Why do you always want to cook for me?"

Nan Yang stopped holding the spoon.

The ups and downs of chewing in the cheeks also stopped.

Her fingers holding the handle of the spoon were turning white.

Zhu Qinghuan didn't hear Nan Yang's answer, and didn't care, she just asked casually.She ate all the porridge left in the bowl, and seriously thought about whether to wash the dishes right away or wait until tomorrow.Just when she was distracted, a sentence came from her ear:

"I'm just... doing what I should have done long ago."