When I Have Money

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Yang Kun had already boiled the abalone porridge. Of course, he used a blender to be lazy, but the overall taste was not bad.

For Jin Yarong, this breakfast was full of friendship, and it also melted her heart.

She has come to Seoul from Ulsan for so many years, and she has never eaten breakfast prepared by a man himself, although the current situation is a bit special.

But this loving breakfast had melted away all her defenses.

Jin Yarong was sitting at the breakfast table, digging spoonfuls of abalone porridge and tasting, the smile on her mouth never stopped.

She broke out and said with a sigh: "Hey~~ This porridge is the best tasting porridge I have ever had. Oppa, don't you want to eat it? It will be cold in a while."

At this time Yang Kun was still tidying up the kitchen, and of course his breakfast was placed opposite Jin Yarong. Hearing Jin Yarong's call, he turned his head and smiled at her, speeding up the packing in his hands.

Soon, the kitchen became tidy, and Yang Kun nodded in satisfaction, washed his hands, and sat opposite Jin Yarong.

After seeing Yang Kun sit down, the smile on Jin Yarong's face naturally bloomed. Yang Kun dug a spoonful of the porridge and tasted it. The taste was a bit bland, and it went well with kimchi.

He put a radish kimchi into his mouth, and looked at Jin Yarong at the same time: "Did you sleep a little easier last night?"

Jin Yarong shook his head: "As soon as I turn over, I will wake up from the pain immediately. I don't know how many times I woke up in my sleep. How long will this pain last?"

The pain of swelling, unintentional turning over in sleep, all these made her not so comfortable at night. If it wasn't for the drowsiness, she probably would have found it difficult to continue sleeping after waking up with pain.

Yang Kun said: "I remember when I was in high school, I sprained once when I was playing basketball. It was so painful that I couldn't go to the ground for three days. And this is not the most painful. That requires constant massage. That’s what hurts me to death.”

Jin Yarong looked at Yang Kun in surprise and said, "Do you want a massage?"

Now her ankle hurts even to the touch, let alone massage.

Yang Kun nodded and said, "I can't help it. I want to get better sooner. I can only massage it with medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. Of course, if you are afraid of pain, you can wait for it to get better."

Listening to Yang Kun's words, Jin Yarong kept shaking her head. The current pain has made her suffer enough. As for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, although it will get better sooner, she will definitely not suffer such a crime.

She would rather take longer to recover than go through a push massage, which is too painful.

Seeing Jin Yarong shaking his head non-stop, Yang Kun smiled gently: "Actually, I have to choose, and I'd rather wait for it to heal slowly. I tried massage once, and it felt so painful. Think about it, no stop at your swollen ankle and rub"

Listening to Yang Kun's description, Jin Yarong said with a look of disgust: "Hey, if you kill me, I won't go for a massage." (PS: I believe many book friends have tried massage after a sprain. The feeling , very happy!)

Yang Kun and Jin Yarong are having a relaxed breakfast at home. At this time, at Jin Yarong’s home in Ulsan, her mother brought some kimchi made by herself, and the beef bone soup she cooked yesterday, etc. He drove towards Seoul with his father.

Their daughter was injured, and they, as parents, must come up, although Jin Yarong kept saying on the phone that it was all right and told them not to go to Seoul. But, as parents, how can they rest assured without actually seeing the situation?

So today, taking advantage of the weekend, the two of them drove the car towards Seoul.

Yang Kun and Jin Yarong had just had breakfast, and he was cleaning the dishes they had eaten. Jin Yarong sat in the dining room, did not get up, but looked at Yang Kun who was busy in the kitchen, the sweetness in the corner of his mouth was completely irrepressible.

At this moment, Jin Yarong seemed to remember something, she said in surprise: "Oh, by the way, Ouba, didn't we put a lot of tableware in the sink last night? Did you wash it?"

Yang Kun nodded, and then complained about Jin Yarong's teammates behind his back: "The two of them are serious. They ate and didn't wash them last night, and they planned to leave these things for you to wash? They weren't injured, it's okay, but... .”

Jin Yarong laughed and said, "Hee hee, they deliberately left it for you to wash today."

"I..." Yang Kun could only sigh and shook his head. Soon, after he packed up breakfast for the two of them, he made coffee.

Jin Yarong was supported by Yang Kun and came to the living room. Her painting utensils were left in the living room yesterday.

Jin Yarong pretended to be sitting in front of the easel and began to paint, while Yang Kun found a seat at random and sat there, watching the way the lobster pasta was made in Xiaopo Station with his mobile phone in his hand. Although I briefly read it yesterday, I still have to review it today.

As for the video on the mobile phone, the sound was in Chinese, and Jin Yarong couldn't understand it. While she was randomly scribbling on the drawing board with a paintbrush, she focused all her attention on Yang Kun.

"Oba, what are you looking at?"

Yang Kun put down his phone and looked at Jin Yarong with a gentle smile: "I just watch some interesting videos. Look at other people's productions, and then look at the comments of netizens on my videos. The coffee is ready, I'll pour you a cup .”

Yang Kun got up and poured two cups of coffee, Jin Yarong said with a smile: "Ouba, I want to eat sweet cakes."

Yang Kun, who was about to pick up his phone, turned to look at Jin Yarong. At this time, she looked at herself with a wicked smile, and Yang Kun let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll go out and buy it for you."

Hearing Yang Kun's long sigh, Jin Yarong laughed heartily: "Hahaha, I'll go with you, I'll wait for you in the car, you don't even know which cake I like to eat."

Yang Kun glanced at her wrapped ankle. Jin Yarong immediately said: "I can do it with a cane. If I stay at home all the time, I feel that I am not well."

Yang Kun said with a smile: "You just came back yesterday, so you're not used to staying at home?"

"I have to go out every day to exercise, and now I can't exercise"

Seeing Jin Yarong pouting aggrievedly talking about his hard work, Yang Kun could only choose to focus on it and said: "OK, OK, stop talking, let's go, let's go."

After hearing Yang Kun's promise, Jin Yarong suddenly became happy and laughed: "Hahaha~~"

Just like this, Yang Kun helped Jin Yarong to get her into his car, and he drove her out for a round trip, buying some dessert cakes along the way.

After this lap, it will take about an hour. Jin Yarong was satisfied and returned home with desserts, while Yang Kun started to process the lobsters after returning home. Because after the shrimp meat is separated from the shell, the shrimp shell has to be roasted and the soup has to be boiled.

When Yang Kun started to prepare lunch in the kitchen, Jin Yarong was sitting at the position watching the dining room, drinking coffee leisurely, while watching him gently preparing dishes for himself in the kitchen. Such a small daily life is full of sweet little luck.

The lobster meat was quickly separated, and the shrimp brains and internal organs were all removed. At this time, the shrimp shells were baked in the oven to increase the aroma.

Jin Yarong couldn't help but asked Yang Kun to cut a piece of shrimp tail meat for her to taste. She dipped the shrimp tail meat into the guts of the shrimp brain and ate a piece with satisfaction. But she doesn't think a piece of meat is enough..

With some regrets, Jin Yarong held back his appetite, and Yang Kun soon began to cook the shrimp shell soup base.

It was eleven o'clock, almost lunch time, and Yang Kun's soup base was almost finished. Jin Yarong said to Yang Kun at this time: "Ouba, I'm hungry."

Yang Kun originally wanted to say, didn't you eat in the morning? But thinking of Jin Yarong, the big eater, he smiled and responded, "Okay, I'll make it for you, how much can you eat?"

She made an 'OK' circle with her fingers to describe the noodles she needed: "I want at least this much."

Yang Kun smiled and said, "You are basically measured by two people?"

Jin Yarong pouted at Yang Kun in dissatisfaction and said, "Oh~~!!"

Yang Kun immediately apologized and said, "Sorry, sorry. I was wrong, you only ate a handful."

Jin Yarong laughed happily: "Hahaha~~"

Just as she was laughing, the combination lock of her house made a beeping sound, and she and Yang Kun turned their gazes to the entrance. Because at this point in time, if it comes, it should be a broker.

But when the door of the room opened, Jin Yarong and Yang Kun heard: "Daughter~~!"

The phrase 'daughter' Yang Kun stood still in the living room in an instant, as if a holding spell had been cast on her. Jin Yarong's eyes widened at this time, and he looked towards the door.

Soon, with the sound of footsteps and the sound of closing the door, Jin Yarong's mother appeared in the living room: "Daughter...uh..."

Jin Yarong's mother entered the living room, looked at Yang Kun who was standing motionless in the living room, and her daughter who was sitting on the sofa staring at her. This man... This made Jin Yarong's mother immediately put question marks on her face.

Immediately afterwards, footsteps sounded again, and Jin Yarong's father entered the house carrying the food they had prepared. Seeing this scene, he was stunned for two seconds, and then said with a smile, "Yarong, are there any guests at home?"

Jin Yarong was a little confused, she said to her parents: "Mom, Dad, you...why are you here?"

Only then did Jin Yarong's mother open up the conversation, and slapped Jin Yarong twice: "You are all injured, why don't we come and see? What's the matter with you?"

When Yang Kun heard the word 'injured', his face was full of embarrassment. Then he nodded to Jin Yarong's father who put the things he brought in the kitchen.