Chapter 100

Women are very sensitive to some tiny places. Zhang Qingqing just came up to the ward and frowned. Then she asked me suspiciously, "how does the room smell of women perfume?" she even said, "this perfume tastes familiar. It should be a perfume of a brand of Chanel series. I feel as if I have smelled it."

I am afraid Zhang Qingqing thought of the smell of the Chanel perfume and smelled it on Li Mengting. He said with fright, "just now a beautiful woman nurse came round to check the room, and chatting with me for a while. The perfume in the room should be left behind by her."

"Can nurses also spray perfume and strong Chanel brand perfume?"

Zhang Qingqing muttered, but she didn't want to find a problem too much. She walked straight over and gently put the insulated lunch box on the table next to the head of the hospital bed. Her eyes fell on the leftover pig bone porridge lunch box I had just eaten, and she immediately frowned: "Chen Yu, what's the matter with this lunch box? Who came to deliver you a snack just now?"

Shit, I forgot to let Li Mengting take the leftover pig bone porridge lunch box. I turned my eyes twice and said immediately: "That's what the female nurse on the ward round brought me to eat. She said that their nurses on duty ordered long-term meals from the porridge shop selling night snacks outside. When it was time to eat night snacks, the night snack sellers would send some night snacks on time. Because one of them asked for leave today, so they gave me an extra night snack. They didn't want to waste, so they brought it to me to eat."

Zhang Qingqing was skeptical: "there are so many patients in the inpatient department, why did you invite you to supper?"

I deliberately said, "hey hey, maybe it's because I'm handsome. The beautiful nurse looked at me and took the opportunity to hook me up."

When I said this, Zhang Qingqing immediately turned her eyes and said with a sneer, "don't brag. People probably gave you food because they saw that your boy was a young man and didn't have any dietary scruples. After all, the old patients in other wards and nurses didn't dare to give them food at will. In case of eating problems, they would be in trouble."

As Zhang Qingqing spoke, she opened the insulated lunch box she had brought and was about to fill me with porridge, but she was suddenly stunned. Then her face became depressed, turned her head and looked at me angrily and said: "Chen Yu, I managed to run home and get chicken, lean meat and other things from the freezer. I cooked you shredded chicken and lean meat porridge. I've been busy for a long time. You're full. What about the porridge I cooked for you?"

In fact, I had a fight with Li Hongcheng just after supper, and then I was admitted to the hospital. Not long later, I ate Li Mengting's bowl of pig bone porridge. Now my stomach is a little round. I really can't eat it. I was a little nervous and said, "why don't you eat it yourself?"

Zhang Qingqing shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry, Chen Yu. This is the porridge I made for you. Why don't you have a bowl?"

At last, she was a little coquettish. Zhang Qingqing was like this. She was ferocious on weekdays, but if there was anything she wanted me to do, she would pretend to talk to me in a coquettish tone, because I ate her very much.

However, I'm really full now. It's not easy for me to act like a spoiled child. I flatly refused and said, "I can't eat any more. Let's put it first."

"I can't eat it until tomorrow morning." Zhang Qingqing is like coaxing children to eat: "Chen Yu, this is my first time cooking porridge. I'm very attentive. It must be delicious. Can you try a bowl?"

"No, no, I'm full."

Zhang Qingqing's face suddenly sank when she heard the speech. The original coquettish expression disappeared. At the moment, she showed her original shape, glared at me fiercely and said loudly, "you have to eat when you're full. I told you to make a night snack for you. Who told you to run to eat the night snack of a female nurse. Chen Yu, if you don't eat this porridge, I won't finish with you."

Before I spoke, the ward was opened. A beautiful little nurse put her head in and looked at Zhang Qingqing and me. She told me, "it's already 11:30 and many patients are asleep, so please keep your voice down and don't disturb the patients in other wards."

Zhang Qingqing blushed and said to the little nurse, "well, we know. I'm really sorry. By the way, nurse, it was you just now..."

I almost jumped out when I heard Zhang Qingqing's words. She probably wanted to ask if the little nurse invited me to have a snack just now. Before I finished asking Zhang Qingqing, I took the first step and said, "yes, yes, it was her ward round just now. The nurse lady, there's nothing wrong. Go back and be busy first. We'll pay attention."

The little nurse looked at us suspiciously. She probably didn't understand what we were doing, but fortunately she seemed to have something to do. Oh, she turned and left the ward.

Zhang Qingqing looked at her door with a frown. She was puzzled and automatic speaking, "is it strange that she is the woman who came to the ward to invite you to have a midnight snack just now?" how does it seem that she has not the strong Chanel perfume just now?

When I heard Zhang Qingqing, my heart was so frightened that I mentioned it to my throat. At this time, I didn't care whether I was full or not. I just wanted to distract Zhang Qingqing's attention. If she found any clues, I would really be dead.

So, I hurriedly said, "Wow, Qingqing, the shredded chicken lean meat porridge you cooked looks really delicious. The shredded chicken is as thin as a toothpick, and the lean meat is as thin as paper. The porridge is white and sprinkled with scallions. It's full of color and flavor. I was full, but now I can't help my appetite. Why don't you help me load a bowl and let me taste it?"

After listening to my praise, Zhang Qingqing couldn't help looking down at the shredded chicken lean meat porridge in the insulated lunch box, and then made a big red face. Because she saw that the porridge in the insulated lunch box was actually far from as good as I said. The chicken was bigger and smaller, not to mention shredded chicken, let alone as thin as a toothpick. The lean meat is also cut thick, as thick as chocolate. It's completely as thin as paper. The porridge is very white, but the scallion is completely cooked because it's sprinkled too early. It doesn't look very good.

"In fact, it's not as good as you said -"

Zhang Qingqing, who has always been a big woman and a strong woman, is coy now. It's like a three-year-old girl painting a picture. When her parents praise her, she has a red face and a little shy and proud eyes.

"However, although the appearance is not very good, I made this porridge with great care. I just turned over the cooking book for a while and made it step by step according to the above requirements. I think the taste is certainly no worse than the porridge sold by the big stall outside. If you don't believe me, I'll put a bowl for you to try."

Zhang Qingqing immediately filled me a bowl, then handed it over and looked at me eagerly, with an expression that you can taste it quickly and praise me quickly after eating.

I have nothing to do with such a wife on the stall. Just now, in order to distract her attention, I said I wanted to eat. At this time, although I was full, I had no excuse to refuse to eat. I had to pick up a stone and hit my own feet. I hardened my scalp and took over the bowl of chicken thin meat porridge.

Forget it. After all, Zhang Qingqing cooked porridge for me. I can barely eat a bowl no matter how full I am. You know, this woman usually doesn't touch the spring water at home. It's rare to see her enter the kitchen. It's rare for her to be so kind tonight. I can't live up to the kindness of others.

As I comforted myself, I took a mouthful with a spoon and put it into my mouth. Suddenly, tears came down. Because it's really fucking salty. It's similar to the bowl of noodles cooked by Zhang Qingqing in the morning. The characteristic is that it's salty to death. The woman doesn't know how much salt to put in the kitchen!

Zhang Qingqing didn't know that her chicken thin meat porridge was dying of saltiness. Now she was looking at me eagerly and said expectantly, "Chen Yu, what's the taste?"

"Er, how can I say this? It's still a familiar formula or the original taste. As long as I taste this bowl of porridge, I can be 100% sure that you made it yourself. I absolutely didn't ask my mother-in-law for help, nor did I secretly go to the stall to buy a porridge to deceive me."

"It's so powerful." Zhang Qingqing looked at me in amazement, but she couldn't help asking carefully: "is it delicious or not?"

I squeezed out a smile more ugly than crying: "it's delicious."

Zhang Qingqing was a little suspicious: "how strange is your expression, like crying."

I choked and said, "because it's so delicious, I'm so moved that I want to cry."

Zhang Qingqing blushed and comforted me. "Do you think I'm good to you and want to cry? It's okay. I made this porridge for you. There are a lot of you. You like it. Just eat it quickly. I'll fill you another bowl after eating."

Now, I'm really going to cry.