Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

After another round, Zhong Yi was in a much better mood, went home and hummed a song, and looked at Aunt Wu who was sweeping the floor with a kind face.

"Why are you so happy today? I've been watching you alone in the room for the past few days, and my aunt is so worried." She laughed.

Zhong Yi went to the refrigerator to get a jug of chilled lemonade, poured himself a glass, and then said: "It's nothing, it's just something I've always wanted, and I feel like I'm about to get it."

After drinking the glass of lemonade, he didn't feel too cold, so he opened the freezer to get some ice cubes.Hum, Leopard, Du, Jia, Steam, Li, Ban, Stop, Wai, Chuan.

Aunt Wu immediately dissuaded: "You can't drink something too cold at such a late hour, it will hurt your stomach."

Zhong Yi waved his hand disapprovingly, "It's just a little ice water, how can I be so delicate."

Facts have proved that he, who was spoiled and raised, really has.

Zhong Yi drank a large glass of lemonade full of ice cubes, slept until twelve o'clock, didn't eat enough for dinner, and woke up from hunger, and he was embarrassed to call the maid to get up and cook for him at this point With sleepy eyes, I went downstairs to look for food.

The result is nothing.The maid would definitely not save the leftovers for him to eat, there was nothing in the refrigerator except some ingredients.This is too difficult to like, it is okay to ask him to draw food, but it is not sensitive to ask him to cook food.Fortunately, in the end, Zhong Yi turned out a small plate of salmon sushi covered with plastic wrap, and the date was still fresh, just this afternoon.

But since he went to his mother, no one told him not to eat raw or cold food in the middle of the night.

After finishing the sushi, he cleaned up the table, went to the refrigerator and poured a glass of iced lemonade, stretched his waist and went upstairs to sleep.

In the middle of the night, a sharp pain woke him up.

He could feel the pain in his stomach, and accompanied by strong nausea, he got out of bed and barely supported himself to go to the bathroom, throwing up in a daze.

Now that he didn't want to wake up the maid, he probably couldn't do it anymore. With his last breath, he called Aunt Wu, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

When he recovered a little bit of consciousness, he was already on the hospital bed, with a needle in his left hand, and was drawing water.

Zhong Yi licked his dry and chapped lips, and said weakly, "Aunt Wu, I'm so thirsty."

"Can Uncle Lu do without Aunt Wu?" A voice with almost no warmth rang in his ear.

He barely propped up his upper body and looked in the direction of the voice. Lu Hezhang was sitting beside his bed, looking at him coldly.

Zhong Yi coughed, "Lu... Mr. Lu, why are you here..."

Lu Hezhang got up and poured him a glass of water, four parts hot and six parts cold, and while handing it to his hand, he said, "Don't talk to me now, I'm angry."

He carried his laptop with him, and just after finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued working, looking very busy.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Zhong Yi took a sip of the warm water, feeling that the ordinary mineral water tasted a little sweet in his mouth.

The ward was quiet for a while, Zhong Yi drank the glass of water slowly, and asked, "What time is it?"

Lu Hezhang said without raising his head, "At four o'clock in the morning, you ate raw and cold food in the middle of the night and caused acute gastroenteritis. After passing out, it affected the second hour of my rest time."

Zhong Yi nodded like a quail, almost understanding why Lu Hezhang was angry.

He didn't dare to take the initiative to speak. After a long time, Lu Hezhang suddenly closed his notebook and turned to question him: "So you really don't intend to apologize to me."

Zhong Yi said in a daze: "Didn't you say that you are angry now and tell me not to talk..."

Lu Hezhang: "..."

Zhong Yi lowered her head and suppressed a smirk.

After raising the bar almost, Lu Hezhang said seriously: "Zhong Yi, don't you have common sense?"

"I……"

"Or are you artists too far away from the lives of mortals to adapt to the fragile stomachs of mortals?"

Zhong Yi didn't know what to say, he really lacked common sense in life.

He lost his mother when he was young, and his father was busy with work all year round. Basically, he was brought up by a nanny throughout his childhood and adolescence.The material life is rich, but the spiritual life is lacking. Zhong Yi puts all his emotions on painting, which directly leads to him, as Lu Hezhang said, being too far away from the life of ordinary people, and his body will always be less smokey.

Later, he lived in Lu Hezhang's house, and his material life was raised to another level, and he was even farther away from ordinary people.

Zhong Yi's eyes were red, she lowered her head and murmured: "But no one told me that I can't eat cold food at night."

"This most basic common sense, do you still need someone to tell you?"

"That person didn't know everything when he was born. I didn't have a mother very early on, and then my father didn't want me anymore. Then you..."

Zhong Yi curled her lips, holding back her tears, "You don't care about me either."

Lu Hezhang felt that this kid was really capable, so he grabbed his heart immediately.

At this age, it is the turning point of life, the time when people lack the most care.But he insisted on snatching Zhong Yi from the good family he used to live in, and it was fine if he snatched it away, and he didn't give him any care.

Zhong Yi likes to drink ice water, and has developed a habit for a long time, but he has never noticed it, nor discouraged it.

Lu Hezhang looked at Zhong Yi's pale lips due to illness, and the slender back of his hand with the needle inserted. The doctor didn't even dare to use a blue needle for him, but used a purple one.It all tells him one thing: he's a bad guardian.

His anger from the beginning fell into deep self-blame.

Thinking about it carefully, what's the difference between him and Zhong Yi's bastard father?

Lu Hezhang is a person who seldom sighs, because that means powerlessness, and he will never allow himself to be powerless.

But in the matter of liking, all he can do now is sigh.

Zhong Yi sniffed, recovered from the energy just now, and apologized instead: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I said something harsh just now, and I don't mean to blame you. You have spent a lot of time training me over the years. It's me who is too dissatisfied."

Lu Hezhang did not respond to his apology, but only asked: "Is there anything you want to eat? Light."

Zhong Yi shook her head, "No, my stomach still feels uncomfortable and I don't want to eat."

"Well, tell me if you want to eat."

"understood."

After saying this, Zhong Yi was about to go to sleep, but found that Lu Hezhang didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

He hesitated and asked, "Mr. Lu, don't you need to go back and rest?"

Lu Hezhang said: "Wu Hui's son got married and asked me for three days off. I don't worry about the others."

"Ah?" Zhong Yi pretended not to understand.

Lu Hezhang couldn't see his sly eyes, and felt guilty, so he didn't expose him, and compromised: "It's an excuse."

Zhong Yi shrank her face into the quilt, and the voice came out with a smile that could not be held back, "What excuse, I don't understand."

Lu Hezhang said helplessly, "I'll stay with you, is that okay, Mr. Zhong?"

The person in the quilt finally couldn't hold back his laughter, he was full of joy and couldn't hide it, but he insisted on saying: "Actually, I'm fine by myself."

"I'm leaving?"

"Don't go, don't go," Zhong Yi poked his head out from under the quilt, with bright eyes, "It's better if Uncle Lu is with me."