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Shang Zhiyu got better after being taken care of by Lin You. Before he fell into a drowsy sleep, Zhuang Xifeng was pulling Lin You to ask about diet therapy in a low voice in the living room. Later, he woke up once. He saw Zhuang Xifeng sleeping beside his bed, and then he began to dream, and finally he seemed to be awakened by the sound of something exploding in the dream, he opened his eyes suddenly, but saw that the sky was slightly bright, and Zhuang Xifeng was no longer in the room , He vaguely heard movement in the kitchen, thinking that he might have woken up, then closed his eyes again, and when he woke up again, he saw Zhuang Xifeng's handsome face when he opened his eyes.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?" Seeing him waking up, Zhuang Xifeng asked the first sentence.

Shang Zhiyu felt weak all over, his stomach was empty, and he was very hungry.

"Lin You said that you need to drink some water and eat a bowl of porridge after you wake up. I've already prepared it. Do you want to bring it to you?"

"En." Shang Zhiyu nodded.

Zhuang Xifeng walked out of the bedroom and brought in the water first. Shang Zhiyu sat up slowly. Seeing this, Zhuang Xifeng walked a few steps closer to put down the water glass, went out to help him get a cushion from the sofa, and put it behind him with the pillow, so that He leaned on the bed as comfortably as possible, and then went to bring another bowl of porridge, and put it on the bedside table together with the water glass.

"Take the medicine half an hour after eating the porridge." He seemed to have memorized the doctor's instructions by heart, and said to Shang Zhiyu.

Shang Zhiyu slowly drank half a glass of water, and then picked up the porridge. The porridge was very thick and quite tasty. Shang Zhiyu didn't think too much, but asked Zhuang Xifeng, "You didn't sleep much last night, did you?" After Zhuang Xifeng replied, he said, "I'll go to work in a while, and you can sleep at my house."

Zhuang Xifeng frowned and said, "Do you still have the strength to go to work?"

"If you ask for leave, it will cause trouble for others, and I am already much better, thanks to your care." Shang Zhiyu said.

"I haven't accomplished anything." Zhuang Xifeng said in an unhappy manner without looking away.

Shang Zhi said with a smile, "People are most afraid of loneliness when they are sick. Aren't you always by my side?"

Zhuang Xifeng heard the words, turned around and said, "There is one thing you can't blame me for."

Shang Zhi asked in a daze, "What's the matter?"

Zhuang Xifeng hesitated to speak, but suddenly became dejected again, and said, "Forget it, you will know in a while." Then he raised his head and stared at Shang Zhiyu, "Drink the porridge first, and I will supervise you to finish it."

Shang Zhiyu didn't ask any further questions, he was really hungry, he drank up a bowl of porridge quickly, Zhuang Qifeng wanted to take out the empty bowl, and at the same time planned to take out the water glass to fill up, but just before he turned around, For a moment, Shang Zhiyu suddenly noticed the obvious red mark on the back of his hand.

"Zhuang Xifeng." Shang Zhiyu called him to stop.

"Huh?" Zhuang Xifeng stopped and looked at him.

"What happened to your hand?" Shang Zhiyu asked.

It was too late for Zhuang Xifeng to hide, he couldn't help but cursed himself for being stupid, he just came in with his uninjured hand, but he forgot when he got out and used two hands.

"Accidentally...it got burned." He tried his best to understate it.

Shang Zhiyu couldn't help him hide, leaned over and grabbed the arm of his injured hand, unexpectedly Zhuang Qifeng gasped suddenly, almost couldn't hold the bowl in his hand, Shang Zhiyu frowned when he saw this , subconsciously loosened the strength in his hand, but still did not let go, and said in a low voice, "Let me see."

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Zhuang Xifeng had no choice but to approach again, put down the cup and bowl, and rolled up his sleeves.

It was Shang Zhiyu's turn to gasp, I really don't know how Zhuang Xifeng did it, his whole little arm was red and red, this is really terrible!

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Shang Zhiyu felt pain in his heart when he looked at it.

But Zhuang Xifeng still pretended to be relaxed, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."

"Did you rinse it with cold water?"

Zhuang Xifeng was slightly taken aback, and Shang Zhiyu knew that he had never used any emergency measures.

"Have you never been burned before?" he couldn't help asking.

Zhuang Xifeng thought about it, but couldn't seem to think of anything, so he finally shook his head.

Shang Zhiyu looked at the place where he was scalded and had a terrible headache, and felt that his stomach would start to hurt again after being so frightened by him.

"Go and get the medicine box, it's under the TV cabinet in the living room." Shang Zhiyu's tone was rare.

Zhuang Xifeng let out an "oh", and obediently went to get the medicine box.

Shang Zhiyu sighed softly, and when Zhuang Xifeng came in, he had already got out of bed and went to the bathroom to fetch a wet towel.

"Come on, sit down." Shang Zhiyu sat by the bed, patted the seat beside him and said.

Zhuang Xifeng sat down as he said.

Shang Zhiyu lowered his head and carefully supported his arm, using a towel to gently compress his arm, his movements were extremely gentle.

Zhuang Xifeng suddenly laughed, and said softly, "Do you remember that from the very first time you met me, you were always helping me deal with my injuries?"

"I've never seen someone who can get hurt so easily." Shang Zhiyu looked at him and said helplessly.

Of course he remembered, the first time he had a fever and he had a gash on his leg, the second time he had allergies, and the spots all over his body were scary, and the third time was this time, he could get burnt like this at home, really amazing!

"Does it hurt?" After applying it for nearly 15 minutes, Shang Zhiyu frowned and asked him softly when applying the medicine.

"It hurts." Zhuang Xifeng replied, but the smile secretly hid in his eyes, which was about to overflow.

After applying the medicine, Shang Zhiyu took out the gauze, wrapped it layer by layer, and said, "Remember not to touch the water, don't exercise too much, don't go to the sun, don't go anywhere today, don't do anything, you know ?"

Zhuang Xifeng nodded, watched Shang Zhiyu explain his precautions one by one with such a serious expression, and suddenly sighed, "What to do, Yu Xiaolan caught on, the bitter trick is really incomparable."

This sentence was inexplicable, Shang Zhiyu couldn't help but looked up at him, but was defeated by Zhuang Xifeng's smile.

In an instant, he understood where his sigh came from, and couldn't help flicking his finger on his forehead, "You, if you hurt yourself next time, I won't care about you." He said, packed up the medicine box and walked out of the bedroom , leaving Zhuang Xifeng sitting by the bed alone and giggling.

But within a minute, Zhuang Xifeng heard Shang Zhiyu's helpless murmur in the living room, "...Zhuang Xifeng, you are really capable, I am very glad that you are only burned..."

Zhuang Xifeng knew what Shang Zhiyu was facing without going out.

Shang Zhiyu was staring dumbfounded at his kitchen, most of it was already dark, the entire stove was covered with ashes from the ceiling, the walls still had traces of being smoked by smoke and fire, and there were ash floating in the sink. I don't know what the wreckage is, this tragic appearance looks like it has been attacked by aliens.

Finally understood what Lin You meant by "shame", and immediately understood why Zhuang Qifeng was downcast. Not only did he really "didn't do anything", but he also blew up his kitchen. That explosion came from reality at all, and had nothing to do with dreams.

Zhuang Xifeng walked out slowly, sneaking a glance at Shang Zhiyu who was facing the kitchen.

Shang Zhiyu didn't even know how to put on an expression at this moment, he could only look at the messy kitchen in front of him dumbfounded.

"Don't tell me you just want to cook a bowl of porridge..."

After Shang Zhiyu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhuang Xifeng. The latter closed his mouth tightly, neither shook his head nor nodded, and blinked at him with his big innocent eyes. Shang Zhiyu knew that he had guessed again.

"I'm going to work, you can figure it out." If he stays any longer, he will definitely have a stomachache, and it's best to be out of sight.

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"Why is your face so ugly?" Zheng Yiling couldn't help asking, "What's going on?"

Although Shang Zhiyu later threw the mess to Zhuang Xifeng and let him go to work, he finally realized that he was still a worrying person, and he was always worried about the typical saboteur at home, not because he was worried that he would destroy his home. If it is destroyed, but the arm that is injured like that will not heal if it messes around again.

I don't know how to explain it to Zheng Yiling. In fact, even he himself hasn't figured out how Zhuang Qifeng cooked a bowl of porridge so vigorously, not only blowing up the kitchen, but also tossing himself like that.

"It's a long story." Shang Zhiyu didn't want to say more, because just thinking about what happened to his kitchen would give him a headache, "I'll make a phone call first."

In the end, he dialed Zhuang Xifeng's number. Before he went out, he didn't bother to say another word, and he didn't even turn his head. In fact, he had never been so impatient. Zhuang Xifeng might be the first person who challenged his patience limit.

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhuang Xifeng's deep and pleasant voice came, "Shang Zhiyu, I thought you were considering blacklisting me."

"The ease in your tone tells me that you are not worried about this issue at all." Shang Zhiyu pointed out sharply.

Zhuang Xifeng laughed softly and said, "I will take care of the kitchen for you."

Shang Zhiyu was afraid that he would do something that would harm the country and the people again, so he told him, "Zhuang Xifeng, take care of your own hands and leave the kitchen alone."

"Don't worry, I will take care of it. You can go to work and leave me alone, and don't worry about dinner. I will find someone to do it."

Shang Zhiyu believes that Zhuang Qifeng is supernatural and can handle everything, but he is worried about his idiotism in life. I really don't know how he lived alone in the past, but that guy is a star after all, maybe Everything is ready-made, and it is not his turn to worry about it.

"Anyway, be careful not to touch the water." Shang Zhiyu reminded again worriedly.

"But I want to take a bath." Zhuang Xifeng said stubbornly.

Shang Zhiyu heard the words and said in a deep voice, "Zhuang Xifeng, if you want to torture yourself, please do it, I said before, I won't care about you anymore."

"...But, you have to take a bath."

"I'll talk about it when I get back. I can help you." Shang Zhiyu said naturally.

Zhuang Xifeng didn't say a word for a moment, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "...Shang Zhiyu, I'm blushing."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yiling's head immediately leaned over, "I heard Zhuang Qifeng's name, your relationship with him seems to be improving by leaps and bounds! Is he at your house?"

Shang Zhiyu pressed his twitching temples, facing the nosy Zheng Yiling, spread his hands and said, "Reporter Zheng, if you want to interview him, please feel free."

"I don't want it, it will shut me down." Zheng Yiling suggested after finishing speaking, "Otherwise, can you invite me?"

"Can I do it next time? It's not convenient at home now." Her question made Shang Zhiyu think of the kitchen again, and he couldn't help but answer absent-mindedly.

"Oh—" Zheng Yiling dragged out her tone, staring at him with a weird smile.