"Alright," he touched Qin Xiangnuan’s forehead again, "get up and get dressed, we’ll eat in a bit."
"Okay," Qin Xiangnuan’s long lashes trembled, not opposing Jian Zhiqing.
After Jian Zhiqing finished speaking, he had already left and went to the kitchen. Actually, his cooking was really...
He could boil noodles and stir-fry potato shreds—no match for Qin Xiangnuan. However, his noodles were indeed not hard to swallow, guaranteed not to make you choke, and certainly wouldn’t cause diarrhea.
After Jian Zhiqing left, Qin Xiangnuan finally sat up. She took a light sigh of relief, feeling some strength returning to her body. Only when she reached out for her clothes did she realize she wasn’t wearing a chest wrap.
Suddenly, she remembered something and her face heated up.
He must have seen everything.
Forget it, don’t think about it. Since he didn’t say anything, she wouldn’t bring it up either. Let’s just pretend she didn’t know.
Soon after, Jian Zhiqing came in with a bowl of noodles. The noodles were just plain boiled wheat noodles with a few spots of oil floating on top, some green vegetables that weren’t very vibrant, and added some chili oil—making it look not too bad, and at least somewhat appetizing, without discussing whether it tasted good or not.
Qin Xiangnuan tried to pick up her chopsticks but found that her right hand was hooked up to an IV drip. As for her left hand, she could write, but not hold chopsticks.
She clumsily attempted to pick up noodles and eat them, but she ultimately wasn’t left-handed, so after a long struggle, she couldn’t successfully pick up a single noodle.
"Let me do it," Jian Zhiqing probably couldn’t bear to watch anymore. If this went on, the noodles would get cold and she wouldn’t be able to take a bite.
Taking the chopsticks, he picked up a noodle, blew on it, and then held it to Qin Xiangnuan’s mouth.
"Can you eat this?" Qin Xiangnuan was still a bit afraid inside, but in the end, she opened her mouth and ate the noodle. To her surprise, the noodle tasted unexpectedly good. Although it was just plain boiled noodles, the seasoning of oil and salt was just right.
After eating a large bowl of noodles, she finally felt comfortable in her stomach.
And with the IV drip finished, she no longer felt as bad. Although she still felt a bit dizzy, her body felt much better overall.
"Want more?" Jian Zhiqing set the bowl aside, rubbing her somewhat disheveled hair.
Qin Xiangnuan shook her head, "No, I’m full."
"Sleep a little more," Jian Zhiqing adjusted her pillow, then had her lie down, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and slowed down the IV drip. Just then, the light from outside the window came through, landing precisely on his eyebrows, for a moment, making his features appear even clearer and more distinct. He had a pair of slender phoenix eyes, which often narrowed, always giving off a sense of coldness and danger. Smooth lips usually curled up into an upward arc. However, his dark eyes were often indifferent, piercing through the warmth and coldness of events, or perhaps it was an indifference that came after seeing everything. She didn’t know, but she did know that this man was like the elusive flower on the other side of the river—misty and unclear.
People on the road are like jade, the gentleman is unparalleled in the world.
Perhaps she really read too many books, so sometimes such sentences would just pop out.
She closed her eyes, the cold medicine drip by drip along her veins, entering her bloodstream. She began to feel drowsy again. She thought, she still couldn’t afford to be sick—not able to afford the sickness. Tomorrow, she still had to set up her stall.