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It takes a lot of time to cook a bowl of porridge. Li Zhexi has been hungry for a long time, and I'm afraid it will be unbearable.

As soon as the water and rice in the pot boiled, he spooned rice soup with some salt and sugar, and brought it to the main room.

Li Zhe hoped that his eyes would be pierced, like a chick waiting to be fed, and when Song Zeyou appeared in his pupils holding a soup bowl, a light of joy burst into his eyes.

The slightly salty and sweet rice soup, before Song Zeyou could cool it down, he drank it all up in a moment, and after drinking it, he still looked forward to it, still wanting more.

There was plenty of rice soup, Song Zeyou went to the kitchen again with an empty bowl.

After drinking two large bowls in one go, Li Zhexi fell into a deep sleep after drinking enough.

The rain outside the window is still raging, endless.

Song Zeyou sat back by the stove, staring at the dancing flames, his heart suddenly moved, he took a purple eggplant and put it directly on the stove to roast.

When the outer skin of the eggplant is roasted and crisp, tear it open, cut the eggplant meat inside into the boiled porridge with a knife, then close the stove vent, and cook slowly with the fire reduced.

Li Zhexi woke up in extreme discomfort, and the pain and panic swept over him immediately.

"woke up?"

Li Zhexi came to his senses, he was still in this deserted village, in a dire situation.

He looked up at the young man sitting next to him, which was his lifeline.

Seeing the life-saving straw getting up to leave, Li Zhexi hurriedly made a sound.

"I'll get you a spittoon." Song Zeyou said hastily.

Just kidding, I drank two big bowls of rice soup, and it was very easy to digest, so I probably couldn't hold it in now.

Having said that, it is a good thing to want to go to the toilet, at least the metabolism is still normal.

Li Zhexi's heart relaxed, but he strengthened his spirits, and his eyes could not help but follow the movement of the young man's figure.

Once the young man left his sight, he felt unspeakable panic in his heart.

Song Zeyou approached with a spittoon full of urine, a little embarrassed: "Can you get up and pee yourself?"

"..." Li Zhexi opened his mouth weakly.

Song Zeyou found that no matter how the spittoon was arranged, the patient could not let the patient lie down and urinate in the spittoon.

"Hold on a little longer, I'll go find a Coke bottle." There seemed to be a plastic bottle on the stove, which turned out to be filled with pig gall, and the smell...

……

"Hungry, your porridge is here."

The young man sat back on the small bamboo chair with the bowl in his hand. Under the candlelight, his expression was extremely cold, as if it wasn't him who was embarrassed and shy just now.

Li Zhexi smelled a scent of eggplant.

eggplant?

The eggplant he hated most in his life?

There has never been a place for eggplants on the powerful food list he admired.

It's not that he has never eaten it at all, he has eaten it grilled, fried, fried, or steamed, but I'm sorry, there is no eggplant dish that suits his taste.

It's either too bland or too salty, or it loses the original taste of eggplant at all, and it doesn't matter at all.

In the past, he also ate several dishes in the legendary Red Mansion recipe, among which is the famous eggplant.

At that time, the media hype was extremely hot, but the taste of eggplant was very strange.

This is the so-called fame, cut~

A young man who can't even cook porridge brings a bowl of porridge with an eggplant flavor. What does he expect?

For a moment, his expression looked deathly.

Song Zeyou took the pillow and raised Li Zhexi's head a little.

Seeing Li Zhexi's tangled and painful expression, he hurriedly said, "I just washed my hands."

"..."

The eggplant porridge is steaming, and the shredded ginger and green onion are mixed with the eggplant fragrance, which is tempting to move your index finger.

For Song Zeyou, this is just a very ordinary bowl of health-preserving porridge, because it is limited by ingredients, fire, seasoning and time, this bowl of porridge is not outstanding.

In a certain sense, this is the first time in my life that someone cooks under a thunderstorm.

I used a spoon, blew it cool in one mouthful, and then fed it to Li Zhexi.

When the spoon was about to touch Li Zhexi's lips, Li Zhexi tilted his head slightly: "...I want white porridge..."

Song Zeyou was stunned, "Only eggplant porridge, not white porridge."

"I'm allergic to eggplant..."

Song Zeyou was stunned for a while, then slowly withdrew the spoon, put it in his mouth, and began to eat bite by bite under Li Zhexi's gaze.

After eating, he licked his lips lightly and said coldly: "It tastes good."

Li Zhexi suddenly felt a little regretful, he shouldn't be so picky at such an extraordinary moment.

But the words have been exported, and the deal is done.

"You want to eat plain porridge, so you have to cook it again... Do you really want to vomit after eating instant noodles?" What a mistake, there are indeed people who are allergic to eggplant.

Li Zhexi regretted three points just now, but now it has risen to five points.

If he cooks the porridge again, he will have to wait until the year and month, maybe he has been rescued and the porridge is not cooked yet.

"Eggplant...not very allergic, it should be fine if you eat a little."

"Are you sure?" Song Zeyou said earnestly: "You are injured now, and if you have allergies, it will be terrible."

Li Zhexi couldn't see Song Zeyou's expression clearly, he felt guilty, and always felt that the other party's eyes were half a smile, but he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

"Itching to death is better than starvation." In Li Zhexi's view, allergies probably mean body itching.

Song Zeyou confirmed again and again, and brought another bowl of tomato porridge from the kitchen.

Li Zhexi opened his mouth impatiently.

Li Zhexi carefully tasted a small spoonful of tomato porridge.

The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment, which has almost become a fixed rate.

As expected, the taste was very bland, and it tasted like a bowl of plain porridge. Li Zhexi thought, which modern young people can cook, this is not bad.

After swallowing a mouthful of porridge, I suddenly felt an indescribable aftertaste, and my mouth opened again involuntarily.

After eating four or five mouthfuls, Song Zeyou stopped and said, "Enough is enough, no matter how many allergies there are, I will really get angry."

Li Zhexi frowned: "I'm not full yet..." Nourished by the porridge, his throat became sharp.

"Be patient, it will be dawn soon."

"Take another bite—"

Song Zeyou put the bowl aside, "The porridge is gone, I ate it myself."

"..." Li Zhexi's face was full of injuries.

"There are only instant noodles, and there is only one pack left, let's make do with it?"

Li Zhexi closed his eyes silently.

Song Zeyou naturally didn't care, it's the middle of the night, and he was tired all day, his eyelids could barely hold at this moment, and he wished he could lie down immediately.

He just wanted to get up, before his butt left the bamboo chair, Li Zhexi opened his eyes in shock.

"Is there a pen and paper here? Please leave your name and phone number... What's your name?"

Song Zeyou said coldly: "You can call me Xiao Song, and you don't need to keep the phone number."

"Is this your home? When I get better, I must come to the door to thank you."

"No." Song Zeyou frowned slightly.

"Then where is your home? Write me the address."

"No need, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

Li Zhexi did not give up: "Then you add my WeChat, or you add my Alipay."

"You don't have to care, whoever encounters this kind of thing will lend a helping hand."

Li Zhexi noticed Xiao Song's estrangement, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Ordinary people will be willing (gladly) to accept it if they receive thanks and push from others. After all, this is a good thing and worth promoting.

Why did Xiao Song react like this?

The young man refused to provide any contact information, seeming to see through his plan.

It is true that he thanked Xiao Song for saving his life, but he had a vague intuition that Xiao Song's cooking skills were extraordinary.

Li Zhexi said: "I'm sorry that you are like this, then I will treat you to dinner."

Song Zeyou smiled: "There is a chance."

Li Zhexi laughed, he didn't give any contact information if there was any chance.

"Let's chat, you must not leave...Xiao Song, have you joined the work yet?"

"Ah."

"You look like a doctor."

The young man is fresh and clean, which doesn't match the dilapidated village house at all, and he also believes that this is definitely not the home of the young man.