The spring that the wife receives

The method of yam porridge is very simple. Boil the washed rice with water, then add the cut yam, boil on high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer for 10 minutes.

This is the second time today that Su Canye feels that 10 minutes is actually very long. He really hopes that this yam porridge can be cooked in a second, just like when he was in the taxi that came here, he wished he could stand in front of Qi Lian next second. before.

With an extremely eager mood, Su Canye looked down at the pot as if he was going to stare at it.

Qi Lian looked amused, "Xiao Ye, let's wait outside, you haven't eaten your cake yet."

Su Canye looked at the porridge that was simmering with hesitation, turned to look at Qi Lian who was sitting in a wheelchair and smiled at him, then nodded and agreed, "Okay, let's wait outside."

Without waiting for anyone else to come in and push the wheelchair, Su Canye automatically and consciously walked behind Qi Lian, and slowly pushed the wheelchair out of the kitchen.

Qi Lian said to Butler Lin who was standing outside the kitchen: "Uncle Lin, let them pay attention to the porridge, we will come back in 10 minutes."

Butler Lin nodded in response.

Su Canye pushed Qi Lian back to the living room. The black tea and durian mille-feuille cake on the tea table had not been touched.

Qi Lian let Su Canye eat the cake with peace of mind, while he picked up the recipe book again to read it.

Su Canye was sitting next to him, and was eating the mille-feuille cake in a printed plate. Every bite could eat a lot of durian pulp, but Su Canye was a little absent-minded, and frequently looked up to the direction of the kitchen.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qi Lian could see the movement of his head up, pursed his lips and smiled, carefully opened the next page of the notebook in his hand, "Xiaoye, it's still early, you concentrate on eating."

"…………oh."

Twenty minutes later, Butler Lin walked quickly from the direction of the kitchen, "Master, Xiao Su, the porridge is ready."

Su Canye didn't move, he turned his head to look at Qi Lian first, Qi Lian was still reading the recipe note, and when he noticed Su Canye's gaze on him, he closed the notebook slowly, looked up at Su Canye said softly, "I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay." Su Canye stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Qi Lian gently stroked the smooth cover of the notebook, "Lin Bo, push me over."

The yam porridge that Su Canye cooked for Qi Lian did not dare to add any other seasonings, but simply sprinkled some salt. When he served the cooked yam porridge in a bowl, Qi Lian was already waiting for him at the table.

The light and nutritious yam porridge is served in a beautiful white porcelain porridge bowl. It actually looks a bit out of place on the European-style dining table, but it is abrupt and warm.

Qi Lian looked down at the soft boiled yam porridge in front of him, slowly picked up the spoon under the expectant eyes of Su Canye and Lin Butler, gently turned over the sticky porridge in the bowl, and it was steaming hot.

Su Canye couldn't help reminding, "Be careful..."

Qi Lian smiled silently, and suddenly felt that he was too delicate and unfamiliar, because he almost blurted out a sentence just now, and turned his head back regretfully after turning around his lips.

Although a small bowl of yam porridge was hot, Qi Lian stirred it twice with a spoon and it became less hot. He scooped up a small mouthful along the edge of the bowl and slowly put it into his mouth.

With just such a small sip, Su Canye's whole heart was raised in her throat, and her eyes were fixed on Qi Lian, worried that he would have a violent retching reaction like last time.

But I don't know whether Su Canye's yam porridge is light enough, or it miraculously suits Qi Lian's appetite. After Qi Lian took a small mouthful of porridge, he didn't react at all after a while.

Su Canye stared at him blankly, watching Qi Lian take a mouthful and then scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth. He ate five or six mouthfuls like this, and put down the spoon until the porridge bowl almost bottomed out.

Su Canye came back to his senses and asked him stammeringly, "Is Ah Lian uncomfortable?"

Qi Lian looked up as usual, "No discomfort."

Su Canye was still immersed in disbelief. Eating disorders are not such a simple matter. It is not something that eaters can overcome if they want to, because even if they want to eat, they may not be able to eat.

But now Qi Lian really ate it, he didn't feel sick, and he didn't want to spit it out, his face looked good.

Compared with Su Canye's doubts, Qi Lian's reaction was much more normal, and he didn't seem surprised that he could eat it, but he could understand Su Canye's confusion, and said softly: "I can still eat a little bit of the milder taste. , I can still drink some soup when I first come back.”

Su Canye asked eagerly: "So it's because it's light enough that Ah Lian can eat it?"

"No." Qi Lian shook his head, "They made me a lot of light porridge and soup, and I couldn't eat a single bite."

Su Canye was slightly stunned, "Then why..."

Qi Lian smiled and stretched out his hand to gently caress the recipe notes that he put aside, "Maybe my eating disorder is for its sake and I decided to take a break and stop torturing me."

Su Canye stared at the notebook blankly, with puzzlement written all over his face, obviously he believed half of Qi Lian's words.

Qi Lian found it funny seeing him so easy to deceive, "Are you hungry? Shall I let them serve?"

"I'll just eat whatever I want, it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"Eat whatever you have ready-made, I'm fine."

Qi Lian nodded, then turned to Butler Lin and said, "Let the kitchen prepare, and Xiaoye can cook a few home-cooked dishes if you don't want to be so troublesome."

After Lin Butler left, Qi Lian turned back to Su Canye who had been standing beside him and said, "Can Xiaoye sit down now?"

Su Canye silently pulled away the chair in front of her.

Qi Lian looked at him, "Huh?"

Su Canye pushed back the chair that had just been half pulled out, shifted one position to the left, pulled out another chair, and sat down on the right side of Qi Lian.

Only then was Qi Lian satisfied, "The table is too big, don't sit so far away, move closer to me."

"it is good."

"You have compiled a recipe note, take a good rest these few days."

Su Canye didn't agree right away, he hesitated, "I don't stay up all night, I tidy up a little every day?"

Qi Lian shook her head, "No, people tend to forget the time when they are concentrating. You have to go to work during the day and have a good rest at night."

"……OK then."

"Don't think about it secretly, I can tell if you slept well or not."

"……Oh."

It didn't take long for the kitchen to prepare three dishes and one soup for one person, stuffed tofu stew, fried squid with green peppers, braised pork ribs and a cup of Cordyceps flower chicken soup.

Qi Lian accompanied Su Canye to eat, and did not leave the table early as before. When Su Canye finished eating, he asked the kitchen to pack a box of durians for Su Canye to take home to eat.

Su Canye couldn't refuse, so she had to take back the glass lunch box filled with durians.

This time he didn't stay as late as yesterday, and went back not long after dinner.

Before leaving, Qi Lian also reminded him, "I will pick you up with the driver tomorrow afternoon."

Su Canye didn't forget about this, turned around and left with red ears.

Qi Lian was still watching him get into the car at the gate of the villa. His face changed only when the car was far away. He clutched his overstretched stomach, bowed his head and vomited out all the yam porridge he had eaten.