The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan bandaged Lan Weiyu's wound. Lan Weiyu sat on the sofa with a white cotton cloth on her back and made a video call with Xiaoran. Xiaoran sat on the hospital bed with a pale face and smiled weakly. Fortunately, Xiaoran moved After the operation, the condition did not deteriorate. Lan Weiyu looked at her weak brother and felt very distressed. Why was God so unfair? He didn't give Xiaoran a rich family, nor did he have a healthy body.

After talking on the phone, Lan Weiyu stood up and went into the kitchen to cook. Fang Qiyan wanted to stop him, but Luo Sirao lay on the table and said coquettishly that he was hungry.

Lan Weiyu was busy in the kitchen, and the mellow smell of stew came from the kitchen. Fang Qiyan sat smoking in the living room, feeling extremely at ease. During this time, Luo Sirao was ill, and he was always by his side, eating the hotel's premium Meals always feel cold in my stomach, I haven't eaten with Lan Weiyu for a long time, and I feel a little bit of nostalgia and anticipation in my heart.

An hour later, Lan Weiyu brought out three dishes and one soup, all of which were very simple home-cooked dishes, delicious in taste, Luo Sirao and Fang Qiyan sat at the table, Lan Weiyu took off his apron, wiped the water on his hands , was about to leave the villa, Fang Qiyan stood up, and said with a gloomy face, "Aren't you going to stay for dinner?"