Dear Mr. Shi

The porridge is ready in half an hour. It looks average and tastes average. Of course, this is Si Chen’s evaluation of himself. After all, it’s the first time I cook. Although it’s a little muddy, the results are really great. It's not easy, and it's extremely good.

Si Chen took off his apron, then brought a bowl of porridge to the bedroom and put it on the bedside table. When he looked at it, he said: "I have cooked the porridge, you can drink some!"

Shi Mu, who had already started to "relieve fever", looked at Si Chen in surprise: "Did you cook it?"

His eyes are a little red, but in fact, he pretends to be sick just hoping that he can care about himself, and at least stop fighting against himself.

Just now I heard the doctor say that he wants to eat something light but nutritious, thinking that Si Chen will definitely buy it outside.

But I didn't expect that he would be so caring and cook for himself.

"Yeah, you eat quickly, otherwise it will be cold!" Si Chen said coolly, and then reached out his hand and touched Shi Mu's forehead.

It doesn't seem to be hot anymore.

This doctor is really a god. It's simply too good to say that if the fever is reduced, the fever will be reduced.

But then again, how did Shi Mu get sick when he got sick? Wasn't it all right when I came back to see him last night?

At that moment, Shi Mu had already sat up and brought Si Chen's porridge into his hands.

Seeing that the water in the bowl is water, the rice is rice, and there are black spots of porridge floating on it, the expression is a little petrified? The bowl in his hand, exuding a paste smell, looks like a whistling water, is the porridge that Si Chen cooked for him.

If he hadn't known that Si Chen was a kind of arrogant, and a bit eager and enmity temperament, he would really think that Si Chen was correcting him at this moment.

Seeing Shi Mu motionless for a long time, just staring at the porridge in the bowl, Si Chen urged and asked: "What are you looking at, why don't you drink it?"

Could it be that he was moved, because he cooks himself, so he is reluctant to drink?

If Shi Mu knew that Si Chen had such a thought at this moment, he would probably be tempted to puff out! !

He picked up the spoon and took a sip. He really didn't know if this nutritious porridge would cause him to have diarrhea after eating, and then it would turn into a porridge that drained the body's nutrition.

Seeing Shi Mu started to drink, Si Chen turned around and started to leave.

"Achen!" Shi Mu stopped him. When Si Chen turned around, he drank a bowl of porridge with a sigh of relief.

Si Chen's own indifferent face instantly raised a smile: "You...you're done drinking!"

Shi Mu raised his arm and put the bowl on the bedside table smartly: "Yes, after drinking it, it's quite delicious."

"Then you need me to serve you another bowl." Si Chen asked.

Shi Mu hurriedly refused: "No need, one bowl is enough, and my body is still a little unwell. I only have this amount of food at the moment."

Although he felt that it was not too unpleasant to swallow the date just now, but let him drink another bowl, it would be spared, his stomach is not very good.

"Is that all right?" Si Chen asked again.

"Very good, very delicious, thank you Achen!" Shi Mu's voice was full of emotions.

There was a flash of unbelievable flashes on Si Chen's face, and at the same time, there was a touch of touch.

The porridge he made himself, he knows exactly what it tastes like, and it tastes good? It's really a shame that he can tell, I'm afraid it is this world, and only he would comment on his debut porridge like this.

"Then you take a good rest," Si Chen's tone suddenly softened.

It changed back to the time when he was with Shi Mu, no longer like a hedgehog.