Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 658 Appellation problem, virtuous Miaomiao

Hospital.

  The sound of high heels hitting the ground echoed faintly on the exclusive floor of the SVIP ward.

  Boom boom boom—

   Very rhythmic.

   Soon, it stopped abruptly. With the sound of pushing the door, it suddenly appeared abruptly in the quiet corridor.

  The people on the hospital bed naturally noticed it too. When the door was pushed open, warm and smiling eyes fell on the person who came in.

  Miao Miao was startled slightly: "...Did I wake you up?"

   "Not asleep."

  She walked towards the hospital bed, put down the fruit basket in her hand, and sat on the chair: "Why are you sick?"

   "Acute gastroenteritis." Shen Chunhang said it lightly, if it wasn't for the needles stuck in the back of his hand and the bottle connected to the rubber tube, the credibility should be even higher.

"what did the doctor say?"

   "Keeping."

"anything else?"

   "... taboo."

  Miao Miao nodded, humming lightly: "Can I eat now?"

"Can."

"What do you want to eat?"

  A flash of light flashed across the man's eyes, too fast to catch: "You can eat anything?"

   "As far as the doctor's order allows, try to be as light as possible. Tell me, I will buy it immediately."

  Shen Chunhang lowered his eyes and still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Miao Miao felt a little lighter than before, as if his emotions... were not so high.

   "How about..." Miao Miao blinked and tentatively asked, "I'll send it to you when I prepare it?"

  The man suddenly raised his eyes: "Is it possible? Will it be too troublesome?"

   "It happens that my house is not far away, and there is a vegetable market opposite. If you start preparing now, you should be able to eat it around seven o'clock."

   "Then thank you for your hard work!"

  Miao Miao smiled and waved her hands: "You don't want to dislike my craftsmanship."

   "Change your name."

   "What?" Miao Miao was slightly taken aback.

   "Do I look old?"

"ah?"

"you answer me first."

   "…No." She shook her head.

   There is no hint of flattery, and there is sincerity in his eyes.

Although Shen Chunhang is over the age, he is gentle, elegant, personable, good-looking, and gentle-tempered. He doesn't get fat in middle age, and he doesn't suffer from hair loss or baldness. How could it be possible that people would believe him even at the age of twenty? Is it related to the word "old"?

   Miao Miao was a little confused about this question.

  The man was half joking, half serious: "Then why do you always call me 'you'?"

   "Shouldn't it?"

   "Why should?"

   "Principal, as a teacher, of course you should be used."

  Shen Chunhang said seriously: "But you have already graduated."

  “Isn’t there a saying that says: Be a teacher for a day and be a father for life?”

  Shen Chunhang: "..."

have to! I'm already a father, so I might as well call him "you".

  The man had a headache.

  Miao Miao looked at him suspiciously and innocently, half understanding: "Is... what's the problem?"

"…No."

   "Then I'll go home and prepare something to eat, and I'll come back at about seven o'clock."

"Um."

   "By the way," she got up, walked to the door, turned her head suddenly, caught off guard into the man's focused eyes, and paused for a while, "...forgot to ask just now, do you have anything in particular you want to eat?"

   "Anything is fine, I don't choose."

  Miao Miao smiled: "Okay, then I can play freely."

"Um."

  …

  Leaving the hospital, Miao Miao went to the vegetable market first.

  In addition to some fresh vegetables, I also bought millet at the grain and oil store.

  She usually prefers rice when cooking porridge. As a southerner, she is more used to and prefers the grains of "white fat", while Shen Chunhang is just the opposite, he prefers yellow and orange millet.

   Cooking for him for such a long time, Miao Miao can tell what this man likes like the back of his hand.

   First, it is the accumulation of time.

  Secondly, it is also the result of careful observation.

   It is said that if you like someone, you can't help but want to know everything about him.

  Miao Miao likes to sneak around, and even understands it quietly.

  She doesn't need such behavior to prove her "liking", and she doesn't think that doing so can lead to a good death.

  Just follow your heart, think like this, and do it.

   That's all.

   After choosing the necessary things, Miao Miao hurried home as soon as possible.

   Boil water, cook porridge, wash vegetables, salad, seasoning.

   Finally put it into the thermos, cleaned the kitchen, looked at the time, and thought it was almost done, went out and went straight to the hospital.

   Seven past five.

  Miao Miao appeared in the ward again.

   "So punctual?" Shen Chunhang raised his head with a smile on his face.

   While speaking, he closed the book in his hand and put it aside, then took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "What are you doing in a daze? Come and sit."

  Miao Miao finally came to her senses, closed the door, and walked to the bed.

   "It's rare to see you wearing glasses..." She said as she opened the thermos and took out the dishes in the middle compartment.

   There are soft and rotten carrots, green lettuce, neatly sliced ​​celery, purple-skinned light-hearted eggplant, and fragrant cucumbers, which are made into five concentric fan shapes, forming a standard circle as a whole.

  The color is eye-catching and the fragrance is attractive.

  Just one glance can make people move their index fingers.

  Looking at the millet porridge in the inner tank of the thermos, it has a moderate consistency and is soft and rotten. It is too much to cook for a minute longer, and it is not enough to cook for a minute. It is just right.

  Shen Chunhang didn't even bother to answer the conversation, he was already distracted by the food in front of him.

   Of course, there are also women who cook such delicacies...

  Following those busy hands, he followed the trend upwards, and the man's eyes wandered over the woman's slender forearms, to her shoulders, then over her neck, and finally fell on the quiet and peaceful face with downcast eyes.

  Miao Miao seemed to have sensed something, raised her eyes slightly, and turned into puzzlement and doubt in the next second: "Why do you look at me like this?"

  (end of this chapter)