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It's also fortunate that Lu Yan's concentration is deep, and he can remain calm and calm when he is stared at so directly. If it were a different person, he might not be able to eat it anymore...

After eating a bowl of hot millet porridge, the hunger was completely appeased.

Lu Yan's frowning eyebrows unconsciously stretched out, looking a little satisfied, but not so satisfied.

"How about it, does your stomach feel better after eating something? This millet porridge is the most nourishing for the stomach, and it's easy to make. You can drink it a few times when you have nothing to do. It has a good effect on the stomach."

Seeing that he seemed to like it quite a bit, Song Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally nothing went wrong.

But in the next second, she couldn't help but feel a little proud again, she narrowed her eyes with a smile, and introduced the old god with a tone of someone who had come here.

"Do you drink often?" Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.

"Not too often, after all, I don't have much time to do it every day." Song Yan didn't think too much, and replied casually, "Only when I'm not busy at work, I cook a little when I have free time. I don't have a big appetite. , this is enough.”

Lu Yan Shen heard the words, subconsciously glanced at her flat stomach, recalled the scene of eating at the same table with her recently, and nodded sympathetically, "It's really not big."

She ate like a kitten.

I can't eat half a bowl of a meal, and I drink a little more soup, and I can't stop yelling to make it through.Even though he is an adult, his appetite is about the same as that of a five-year-old Xiaotuanzi, and sometimes he doesn't even eat as much as Xiaotuanzi...

It's no wonder that she is so skinny that she doesn't have any flesh in her body, only a handful of bones are left.

As Lu Yanchen thought so, a plain white hand suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes.

They are also slender and thin, with petite palms and slender finger bones. Because there is almost no flesh on the back of the palm, the bones are more prominent. With a little force, you can see the outline of thin bones protruding from the flesh on the back of the hand.

The fair skin, the light blue blood vessels, and the slender and thin bones all show a delicate and fragile beauty, like a jade carved from snow.

However, on such a hand, on the plain white wrist that was slightly exposed due to the stretching movement, there were a few crimson red dots for some reason, one by one.

Her complexion was originally fair, so those little red dots were particularly bright and glaring, and she would be noticed immediately when she showed them.

Lu Yanchen was no exception, his eyes unconsciously fell on those fine red dots, and he frowned slightly, then he heard Song Yan's smiling voice, asking, "Do you want another bowl?"

"Yes." Lu Yanchen hadn't recovered yet, but his body had already agreed.

A deep voice escaped from the depths of his throat.

With a smile on her face and a little smugness in her eyes, Song Yan reached out to take the empty bowl in front of him, and handed over another bowl.

It was only at this moment that Lu Yanchen came back to his senses. He looked up at her, and saw the faint complacency in her eyes, as happy as if her craftsmanship was being admired by others.

He didn't say anything, just took the porridge bowl and continued to enjoy it quietly.

Song Yan also looked at him with her chin propped up. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of happiness and satisfaction, but she didn't feel hungry at all...

In this way, the two of them served each other a drink, and they cooperated tacitly.

Before she knew it, a small pot of rice porridge went into her stomach. Song Yan came back to her senses, and hurriedly packed up the bowls and spoons and left, but suddenly she heard Lu Yanchen ask, "How did you do it?"

"...What?" Song Yan paused when she heard the words, a little dazed.

"On the wrist of the right hand, there are a few red spots, how did you get them?"

Perhaps it was because of his full stomach that Lu Yanchen was in a good mood. He who never likes to talk nonsense and cherishes words like gold, unexpectedly explained his words repeatedly.

Song Yan was slightly taken aback, put down the bowl and spoon in her hand, opened the sleeve of her right hand and took a look, there were indeed several small red spots, as if she had been scalded by something...

She didn't notice such small red dots, but Lu Yanchen spotted them at a glance?

Song Yan raised her eyebrows, thought about it for a while but couldn't remember it, so she waved her hands uselessly and said, "Probably because I was accidentally splashed by oil splashes in the kitchen, and I got a little burn, it's nothing serious. If you don't Say, I didn't feel any pain..."

This is true.

She really didn't feel anything at all.

Lu Yan's brows were slightly frowned, and his pleasant atmosphere sank a bit. Seeing that Song Yan put down her sleeves indifferently, and was about to continue to pack up the bowls and spoons and leave, he finally stretched out his hand to stop her movement.

"Wait here, don't move around." Lu Yanchen said so, then stood up and walked towards the cabinet in the other corner of the study.

Song Yan went in without knowing it, but stopped in place. Then she saw Lu Yanchen stretch out her hand and opened the door of the cabinet. After searching around strangely, she finally found one from the bottom compartment of the cabinet. A small family-style medicine box came over with it, and put the medicine box on the small round table between the two of them.

Song Yan blinked her eyes lightly, and suddenly realized - this is the rhythm of applying medicine to her burns?

uh... this...

Although a little moved, but to be honest, Song Yan was more dumbfounded in her heart.

Do you want to be so exaggerated?
It was not easy for Lu Yanshen to notice the burns on her wrists that were so small that she didn't even notice them herself. If she wasn't careful and sharp enough, she might not be able to notice them at all.

Like Song Yan herself...

But, then again, it's just a burn the size of a fingernail...does it really need medicine?Is this a little too serious? ?

At least Song Yan felt that it was unnecessary, and she couldn't laugh or cry in her heart.

But Lu Yanchen didn't seem to think so, he opened the medicine box, and soon found a tube of burn ointment inside, looked up at Song Yan, stretched out a hand, and said indifferently: "Give me your hand. "

"Uh... don't bother, it's just a little burnt, it's fine without medicine. It will be fine in two days." Song Yan's mouth twitched, she shook her head and refused.

After this small wound healed, there was no possibility of leaving a scar, so Song Yan didn't care.

As long as it is not serious enough to leave scars and affect the artist's image, she doesn't take it very seriously. After all, she worked around to make money in the past few years and did a lot of hard work. She would hurt herself every few days. So she has long been used to it.

And on Song Yan's body, there were some serious wounds, and until now there are still faint scars...