My Sister is the Female Team Leader

The leg injury was more serious than expected. It hurt the bones. Pei Xian didn't want to be hospitalized. After mentioning it to the doctor, he was told that he had to recuperate at home for at least half a month. At that time, he was stunned.

Half a month?

"I want to shoot, how can it be possible in half a month?"

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The assistant on the side sounded angry and anxious. Do you still mind filming at this time? It's good that the legs are not broken.

"Oppa, think about it from another angle. The Red Velvet event is over. Just in time, you can have a good rest at home and don't go out." Lin Danni couldn't think of anything else to say to comfort him. After holding it in for a long time, she could only comfort him like this. .

Pei Xian didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence at first, but it was several days later when he realized what she really meant.

The doctor's words were correct.

This sentence was said by his good neighbor after he met him, and he showed him a video example of injured bones and failure to cultivate properly on the spot.

Pei Xian swore that he really didn't want to see his good neighbor explaining medical matters to him with a piece of human leg bone. Before leaving, he also sent a large box of Korean medicine.

Some can be used to drink, and some can be used to soak your feet.

When it comes to eating and drinking, extremes exist. His parents make soup and rice for him in different ways three times a day, but every time at night, his sweet and good girlfriend prepares a 'love' supper for him.

"This. Do I really want to drink it?"

Without even changing out of his pajamas, Pei Xian sat at the dining table and looked at the unknown object on the table, the dark soup, a few black stones, and an unknown long black strip. If it was slightly curled, At first glance, he suspected that it was some kind of human excrement.

“It’s probably not rice cake daddy.”

It was so similar that Pei Xian couldn't help but ask. As soon as he asked, Park Xiurong flicked his forehead.

It wasn't very strong, but it still hurt a bit.

"Hey~ It hurts a bit." Pei Xian covered his forehead and yelled subconsciously. Seeing Pu Xiurong's dissatisfied expression, he instantly gave up and did not dare to look at her.

Park Xiurong slowly withdrew his gaze and patiently explained to him, "This is bitter melon, and then added Korean medicine, brown sugar and pig's feet. I cooked it for three hours. It is said to be best for people with foot injuries and fractures." , you drink it”

"." Forget about bitter melon, Korean medicine? Pig's feet? What kind of strange combination is this?

Pei Xian swallowed quietly and felt that his palms were sweating. He raised his eyes and looked at Park Xiurong. His eyes fell on her clothes. His clothes were too big for her. They were loose and loose on one shoulder. leaked out.

Okay, so that you can see this scenery every day in the future, just let it go if you have diarrhea.

Pu Xiurong held her chin and watched Pei Xian pick up the whole pot and start drinking. She felt extremely satisfied for no reason, but she couldn't see Pei Xian's face because of the pot.

Do you like it too much? Want to drink the whole pot?

When he was recuperating at home these days, Pu Xiurong left some unimportant schedules and watched him here. She felt what it was like to take care of others. Although Pei Xian didn't need her to take care of him, the most important thing he did every day was the apartment building and this place. While walking back and forth, he brought him the tonic soup carefully made by the elders.

Although half of it went into her stomach

After drinking most of the pot in one go, the first sip was very pungent, but after several sips, he could no longer taste the taste, but the stamina was still there. Pei Xian put down the pot, and the poisonous gas doubled and followed. He worked hard to penetrate into his own internal organs without any obstacles.

That taste is really like a rhythm that can kill thousands of troops.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" As soon as he put it down, Pu Xiurong couldn't help but ask. She looked at him nervously and expectantly. Worried that her cooking skills were not good, she asked nervously, "Doesn't it taste good? Is it bitter? ? Then I took the dried bitter melon because the bitterness would be less obvious."

Pei Xian felt something was wrong with her, so he dried her in the sun? Good guy, all the essence has been boiled out.

Then it went into his stomach.

"It's okay, the taste is okay. I ate the pork trotters and it was very good."

Pushing back the tears, Pei Xian forced out a smile and let the tears flow silently back into his heart.

"Really? But Oppa, your eyes are red." Pu Xiurong looked closely at Pei Xian's eyes, which were red as if he had cried. He suddenly understood something in his heart and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I'm not very good at cooking. good"

"The food is already delicious." Pei Xian tried his best to look as relaxed as possible.

In fact, compared to the late night snacks of the past few days, it is already very good.

Park Xiurong walked next to him, looked at the little bit left in the pot, and leaned over to smell the smell. It might not be as fragrant as when it was just cooked, but it felt a bit strange now.

"I'll take a sip and see"

"don't want"

Otherwise you will die!

Pei Xian didn't want to call the ambulance in the middle of the night because Pu Xiurong drank the soup she made. After stopping her, he reached out and pressed the hand that was about to take the pot, and shook his head quickly, "You cooked this for me, you can't drink it." "

Something was wrong. Could it be that it tasted really bad and he drank it forcefully?

Park Xiurong suddenly came up with this idea, and he had this evidence to prove that this man was already a habitual offender.

Whether it's cooking, making milk tea or making soup.

Thinking of this, she sat on his lap as if no one else was around, rubbed Pei Xian's face with a little force, and threatened him with a sweet and soft tone.

"Hey Pei Xian, you can't be too obedient to me."

"Shun?"

Pei Xian didn't even think about it and said directly, "If I don't follow you, who else can I follow?"

"Well..." It seems reasonable.

Park Xiurong calmed down and thought carefully about how his behavior made her feel a little more secure, at least in terms of cooking skills. She thought that it was better to praise than to refuse all the time.

It’s not that it’s inedible, it’s just unpalatable.

Pei Xian looked at her as if she was thinking about something, her eyes were blank and she didn't look at him, her expression was blank.

I wanted to tease her, hug her and give her a kiss on the face, but I just moved my head towards her, but was blocked by her within a second.

"Don't move, it smells." Pu Xiurong blushed and covered his mouth. He glanced at the things on the table and felt inexplicably weak.

She doesn't want to kiss Balsam Pear...

Pei Xian didn't know that he had temporarily turned into a bitter melon in her heart, and his speechless frown hinted at her to let go.

"Ah...Pasuyong, have you forgotten whose lap you are sitting on now?"

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Pu Xiurong blinked guiltily and looked away, then slowly got off his lap, "Um...I won't put any weight on your legs. I'll go feed the rice cakes. Where's the rice cakes?"

…

The dining table suddenly became quiet. Pei Xian looked around and felt something was wrong.

Usually when they are at home, the rice cake will stick to it and refuse to go away, but today they were at home all day and didn't even see it popping.

After a moment of silence, the two looked at each other, and the same thought made them make a sound at the same time.

"the fat is in the fire!"

"Yeah, Nian Gao, if you bite my album again, you're dead. Watch out for me eating dog meat hot pot tomorrow!"

"Nian Gao...don't let me see you chewed up my album again."

Park Xiurong quickly ran to the study room on the second floor where the album was stored, and sure enough, he found the white dumpling under the shelf.

At this moment, I am holding an album with a black cover and chewing it happily.

"Yeah! Rice cake!"

Sorry, Lao Jiang is on a business trip this week and is very busy during the day. Updates are irregular but constant. Thank you for your understanding.