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It is often said that it takes 100 days to recover from an injury. So how long is the recovery time required for someone with a damaged stomach and intestines? Ya Xiao, who slipped out of the hospital, couldn’t find a doctor to ask, so she had to turn to the almighty Internet. But the search results are mostly depending on the physical condition or please follow the doctor’s advice and so on, like a million answers, and occasionally there are a few articles mentioned about the dietary taboos after enteritis. The first thing is to be light, the second thing is to eat less and more often, and the last thing is to eat a healthy diet.

Counting on her fingers, it’s been almost two weeks since she came back from the hospital, and she’s been drinking congee for almost two weeks, her face is almost turned into a lime wall. In the hospital before from the hands of single Yan Xiu break from the weekly opportunity to eat has been wasted once, the demon is also not something, in her carefully open her mouth to beg him to save this opportunity to her health to fulfill, he just skimmed her a glance, a very asshole said: expired as invalid.

Expired, expired, expired, she ached and pounded her chest every time she thought about it. It was the penultimate day of the second week, and if she didn’t speak up and fulfill her rights, she’d be missing out on two teeth-gnashing sessions, and that would be a real loss.

She pressed her forehead to the table and crushed and crushed and crushed, agonizingly deciding between abdominal leakage and dental sacrifice. Is it better to keep a light diet to nourish her stomach or to go out and have a big meal and then have a painful diarrhea? The former abuses the heart, the latter abuses the body.

Mind or body?

She closed her eyes in determination and handed her body over to the coin in her palm. Heads is to continue to eat porridge to nourish the stomach, tails is to let go of the belly to eat meat and drink soup and then …… no matter, anyway, whether it is the abuse of the heart or the abuse of the body is left to heaven to decide.

Coin in mid air drew a silver arc after ting landed on the desk, turned a few times and then lay flat – it is the reverse side.

Sure enough …… forget about it, the abuse of the body of the gods and horses more abuse will get used to it. Besides, at least there is good material to hit the teeth. What is intestinal inflammation, even if her brain is inflamed she can still carry it!

Since the decision is made that will have to be implemented immediately, coincidentally, tomorrow is the deliveryman to deliver the day, she called in advance to notify the other side need to buy additional varieties, just put down the phone and turned his head to see that the man is standing behind himself, and immediately scared to lose color, “You, what are you doing?”

“Listen to your phone call.”

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This man is really straightforward, she wiped her sweat falsely, “I’m checking tomorrow’s order, do you have anything to add?”

He shook his head, “You didn’t have an additional order.”

“Uh ……” what was she going to do for a toothpick tomorrow if she didn’t add an order, she pondered, “Yeah, I’m going to have a good toothpick tomorrow.”

“Meat.”

“…… Well,” she saw that his face was not unpleasant, so she boldly, “want to eat together?” The question was asked purely out of courtesy, out of her habit of doing so. She regretted saying it, this man must have some reason for being so insistent on vegetarianism. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know this and was still asking, would he think she was provoking him?

His eyebrows rose slightly, obviously a little surprised by her sudden invitation, but quickly recovered as usual, “No, you’d better prepare mine alone.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, if this man had just answered well ah, she really didn’t know if she could safely and securely finish her teeth tomorrow.

The next day, the delivery man came on time. She took the shopping bag with a smile on her face and flipped through it a few times, “Beef was on today’s purchase order, right, was it delivered?”

“Yes, it’s in the other bag.” The delivery man was well acquainted with it and kindly reminded, “Cold beef, please eat it within two days.”

“Which needs two days, one meal will do.” Her eyes were all smiles, and after checking out was very excited to bring the bag to the kitchen and excitedly rummage through it. There was fish, meat, seafood, and eggs, all of which was enough for her to prepare a hearty dinner.

After blanching the beef brisket and daikon radish in cubes in hot water, she added stock and poured it into the pressure cooker, then threw in two slices of ginger. It turns out that she also wants to put onion and five spices, anise, dried chili and other things, considering the heavy flavor of these ingredients, out of the pot there is a possibility that it will cause the demon not to be happy, so she endured the pain to make a light version of the radish and beef brisket soup. Anyway, there is meat and soup, heavy flavors and so on can be set aside first. Autumn swordfish itself has quite a lot of fish fat, as long as a little oil fried will be extremely delicious, eat some lemon juice. Eggs can be stewed, scrambled, fried or deep-fried. Ah, ah, they’re pretty good either way you eat them ……

“Where’s my rice?” The cold voice slammed into her back, ** “Is it prepared?”

She quickly dealt with the ingredients at hand, “Of course I have, don’t worry, I always have to finish cooking your dinner so I can eat my own without worry.” Getting food for him isn’t easy, boil the water, throw a few leaves of vegetables and cook them, then fish the leaves out as vegetables, throw a few pieces of tofu into the vegetable soup as soup, simple, hassle-free, and healthy and environmentally friendly. She was in an extremely happy mood to prepare a dish and a soup, and was about to serve it on the table when she heard his disgruntled voice ringing out, “What, are you so perfunctory to me now?”

She shrunk her neck and argued in a low voice, “You’re eating alone, and I’ve added extra servings.” She did cut corners, as her own dish took some time to prepare.

“It’s going to be the same as usual, not a single dish missing.” He looked at her askance, “If you can’t do it right, you don’t have to eat it.”

What the hell, why was he trying to find ways to put roadblocks in her way? She hung her head and sauteed the slices of Chinese yam, wrapped the enoki mushrooms in bean skins and sauteed them in a pan over low heat, and then braised the gluten with the black fungus and sliced bamboo shoots to make a veggie stew. When she had done all this and put it on the table, he scrutinized it for a long time with an unspeakably critical gaze before finally saying, “Go and do your work.”

The beef simmered in the pressure cooker, the aroma wafted throughout the kitchen, and the long-forgotten aroma made her more and more energized, and even her footsteps were much lighter. She was overjoyed as she scrubbed the soup pot clean in preparation for the radish and beef brisket soup.

“What are you cooking that smells so bad?” The demon’s voice sounded ghostly behind her, “The whole room.”

Her heart tightened and she explained slightly nervously, “It’s beef, clear soup beef. It’s just steaming right now, it’ll clear up in a little while, it won’t leave any great flavor.”

“You still have fish.” His chopsticks holding the bean-skinned enoki mushrooms gestured toward the runners, “Want it fried?”

Yeah oh, fried fish has a much heavier flavor. She craned her head to look at the okonomiyaki, a few pairs of dead fish eyes were glaring at her, “No, I’ll use boiled, as long as it’s cooked.”

Frying was out of the question, she instead chopped the fish into pieces and marinated them in miso before boiling them, she personally didn’t like this method of boiling, but the salty flavor of the miso and the sweetness of the fish was a good match. As for the eggs, although she likes them fried, but for now it is better to eat them stewed. It’s just that stewing alone is a bit monotonous, so it’s better to add a few ingredients. Wash the fresh clams and boil the soup in a small amount of water, skimming off the froth as the soup boils. Pour the white clam broth and peeled clams into the whisked egg mixture and steam it in a pot to make a delicious egg custard.

If you’re going to make a meal out of it, you’ll want to include a small plate and dessert. For the sake of dietary balance, the small plate was prepared with sesame shoots. Pick the tip of the most tender part of the bamboo shoots, blanch cooked and shredded cold. As for dessert is not the focus, just a melon soup to deal with it. One person to enjoy all these dishes is actually quite a challenge, but she wants a small portion, slowly eat or eat it all.

When she brought the fish, meat, vegetables and eggs to the table, she realized that the man who was usually a fast eater was actually sitting at the end of the table, eating at a snail’s pace.

That’s right, at a snail’s pace.

She clearly remembered the height of the soup she had given him at that time, and now she visually estimated that it had only dropped by 1cm compared to when it was served, and except for the bean skin and golden needle mushrooms, the other dishes had left 70% to 80% of their height. Even the rice in his rice bowl was left half.

She muttered in her heart, could it be that he didn’t like the flavor of his dishes? No, if he didn’t like it, he would have raised it directly and wouldn’t have forced himself to eat it. Thinking left and right, there was only one possibility, this man was waiting to compare her meal, to make a final confirmation for his own dinner that had been jerry-rigged.

She quickly made a mental comparison of the amount of food on both sides and the number of bowls and dishes. He was a four-course meal with a total of five bowls and plates. Her own was three dishes, one small plate and one dessert, and her bowls and plates were also five. Then look at the amount of dishes, obviously …… she is more. But what’s wrong with that, didn’t he eat it first. As long as she was given ten minutes, the portions of these dishes would be reduced by at least half.

She served the rice, her eyes rolled, heartily asked, “Do you want more rice?”

He shook his head, “You’re quite the tosser, can you make this much and eat it all?”

She took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, “I never fight a battle I’m not sure of, since I’ve cooked it, I’m sure I can finish it!”

Sister’s beliefs in life never included wasting food!

She took a satisfying sip of the beef soup, her body flowing freely. Next came a chopstickful of miso boiled okonomiyaki, ohhhh, how fat and flavorful it was. Lastly, the egg custard, the clam juice was so awesome, the soft clam meat dancing on her tongue, ridiculously sweet.

She was about to fling her arms around and enjoy it without a care in the world when the doorbell rang quite suddenly. She wondered a little who would be there at this hour. Was it the delivery man? Or someone from the property company? Or else was it …… Monsoon? No, it was unlikely, she hadn’t been up since the last time she’d been scared, so presumably her blood value hadn’t finished replenishing. Thinking of here she can not help but a little frustrated, how to say that the monsoon is also her first friend here, and also took care of their own, get a free time she really have to go see her to do so.

The door opened, and outside stood a thinly built teenager. His age was about sixteen or seventeen years old, his appearance was clear, his features were handsome, his eyes were very bright, and his mouth contained a warm smiling flower. This kind of kid in school should be the type that belongs to the type of good boy who is loved by everyone and the teacher will fall in love with him at a glance.

“Hello.” The teenager’s voice was soft, but not formal, “My name is Jing Yan, I live in 2201 just below you.”

“Oh, hello hello,” he lives downstairs at 2201?Doesn’t that mean he lives with Monsoon? “Well, you’re Monsoon’s ……”

“She’s my sister, I just recently moved in with her.”

“Ah ah, yes, how is your sister? I haven’t seen her in a while.” She was a little excited, how come Monsoon never said she had this beautiful and cute brother na, this type of child is the most capable of inspiring the geeky female mother □.

“She is very good, only ……” the teenager paused, “she has not had a good appetite recently, people have lost a lot of weight. I heard her mention that your cooking is delicious, so I wondered if I could trouble you to make something for her, she’s been reluctant to eat regular meals.”

“Sure, sure,” she busied herself, “It just so happens that I make good meals, so bring some down to her.” She turned and was about to go pack, “Wait a minute, I’ll go wash some dishes.”

“No need, I brought bowls.” As if by magic, Jing Yan pulled out the self-packing supplies from behind her and put on her most sincere and gentle smile, “Trouble you.”

“That’s really ——”

Too blind!

How can this be a bowl, it’s clearly a basin!

Filling up these two pots would probably leave no pieces of the dishes she was teething on! Ya Xiao silently looked at the two pots, her heart was in a state of shock. However, she had promised someone, so she couldn’t go back on her promise. Moreover, think about Monsoon who was almost starving to the point of drying up, think about how warmly she treated herself. Now that you have the opportunity to return a meal to someone else what are you still hesitating for? She took a deep breath, reached out to take the two pots, and flashed a bright smile, and

“Just a moment, oh.”

As she turned to the table to carry the food, the demon who had been silent spoke up, “Who is it?”

“It’s the neighbor.”

“Oh.” Surprisingly, he didn’t ask much.

She silently purred as she filled a pot of soup and half a pot of vegetables, and after thinking about it, rummaged through the refrigerator and filled a bag with her own pickles.

Wellsword stood outside the door and received the things with a big smile, “Thank you, you’re a really nice person.”

She was indeed a good person, she had given away most of her once-in-a-lifetime dental treats, a good person with enough to give. Sitting back at the table, Ya Xiao scooped up a spoonful of the already cooled egg custard, the fresh flavor of the clams was still there, only the smell of the eggs had also become heavy. The beef broth was already at the bottom, only some radishes were left besides the small pieces of beef, and only two tails of the boiled autumn knives were left, leaving only a few small vegetables. She purred and plucked at the rice a few times, her ghostly gaze resting on the groundnut soup – was it going to be groundnut soup with the rice? At that moment the demon sitting across from her stood up, incidentally pushing the plate in front of her to the center of the table, “I’m done, you can eat these.”

“Huh?” He actually had most of his dish left.

“You overcooked it.” He seriously really looked like he had eaten too much, “Next time, master the portion size and don’t waste food.”

Liar, it wasn’t the first time she cooked for him, how could she not know how many servings to use. Obviously he himself has a bad appetite and can’t finish it, but he also excuses that her hands shook and cooked too much for her to eat his leftovers. She is very contradictory, know that this man’s behavior is a kind of disguised leftover dumping, but she really do not have the courage to stalk the neck and he said: sister does not love to eat leftovers.

She only had to stretch out her finger hook somewhat unwillingly hooked the plate closer, using chopsticks to poke around in it, very picky look. Seeing that the pair of gangly chopsticks were on the verge of poking the poor bean skinned golden needle mushrooms until they were gone, a cold voice rang out, “What, afraid of drool?”

Her hand froze, and a certain nerve in her temple couldn’t stop throbbing. His reflection was reflected on the smooth, mirror-like tabletop, and her 2.0 eyesight clearly saw a small swirl of laughter coalesce from the teasing on the edge of his mouth. Really strange, she and he together for so long how never found a small smile eddy on his face …… looks quite cute, but that expression is really hateful, clearly want to see her embarrassment.

If it was a while ago maybe he could have gotten away with it – she would have most likely choked or blushed. But after experiencing a couple of close-up thunderstorms, her lightning resistance and reaction nerves had rapidly matured to the point where she was not only able to resist the thunderstorms, but also able to counter them.

So she tilted her head back and smiled brightly, and

“It’s not like sis hasn’t tasted your saliva before.” —