Thousands of years old silly white sweet

The next morning, Dong Changqing woke up from thirst.

He opened his eyes, and before he could yell out, he saw a large glass of water on the bedside table.

Dong Changqing drank it all in one gulp, and wiped his mouth feeling more comfortable.

When you quench your thirst, you will be hungry.

He walked out of the bedroom with bare feet, and in the living room stood a middle-aged woman who was arranging the coffee table, with an amiable face, and laughed when she saw Dong Changqing.

"Who are you?" Dong Changqing looked at her, slowed down, and approached bit by bit.

Like a vigilant kitten.

"I am the nanny of Mr. Xiu's family. I will take care of you in the future. My surname is Wang. You can call me Aunt Wang." Aunt Wang saw that he was young and looked strangely good-looking, and heard from Xiujue that he had mental problems. , I can't help but feel pity for him, "I have worked as a nurse in the hospital, if you are thirsty or hungry in the future, or want to go to the toilet, just tell me, don't be embarrassed."

Dong Changqing nodded, "I'm hungry."

"There is breakfast on the table. Mr. Xiu said you eat a lot, and I don't know what you like to eat, so I made a few more. You can try."

Dong Changqing was led into the restaurant by her, her eyes widened instantly, "There are so many! What are these?"

Aunt Wang was not surprised that he didn't know food. Xiujue had already told her everything about Dong Changqing, even he had to drink a large glass of water after waking up.

It is precisely because of Xiujue's carefulness that Aunt Wang is so thoughtful.

"Here are slices of bread, milk, soft-boiled eggs, soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, tofu brains, oh, this is my specialty, small wontons, try it, it's freshly wrapped in the morning."

Aunt Wang really prepared a lot. It was the first time that Dong Changqing saw such a sumptuous meal after he came out of the Valley of Worry. His affection for Aunt Wang soared rapidly. The way he looked at her was like looking at his mother.

Anyone who is looked at like this will soften their hearts, and Aunt Wang smiled more kindly, "Hurry up and eat."

"Ok!"

Dong Changqing licked his lips, struggled a little, and sat in front of the wonton.

There are more than a dozen small white and tender wontons in the large ceramic bowl. There is a layer of oil in the rich-smelling chicken soup, and there are scattered cilantro and green onions floating on it. It looks extremely delicious.

Dong Changqing picked up the white porcelain spoon, took a spoonful of the soup and chaos, and swallowed it into his mouth in one gulp.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Aunt Wang, who was cleaning the kitchen, was jumped by Dong Changqing, and almost dropped the bowl in her hand, "What's the matter, what's the matter, is it hot!"

Dong Changqing leaned against the back of the chair, raised her head, with a big mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Aunt Wang leaned over to take a look, and saw that the upper tooth hall was torn, "Oh, it shouldn't be, I've been taking it out of the pot for a long time, and your child's mouth is tender."

She hurt someone on the first day, and Aunt Wang panicked. She quickly poured Dong Changqing a glass of ice water, and then took out her mobile phone to send Xiujue a WeChat message, "Mr. Xiu... I'm so sorry, I I cooked some wontons for him, and he was so anxious to eat that his mouth burned."

Aunt Wang was a little worried. After all, the job of taking care of Dong Changqing was not difficult, and the salary was high, so she didn't want to lose it.

When Xiujue received the WeChat message, he had just finished the work at hand, "I see, you should pay more attention to him when he is eating."

Hearing the voice, Aunt Wang heaved a sigh of relief. When she turned her head, Dong Changqing stopped crying. She held the spoon and tremblingly handed the wonton to her mouth, and blew gently on it several times. The mouth was pouted like a flower bone, and when the wonton was put in her mouth, her round eyes narrowed into a slit. Aunt Wang looked cute, so she recorded a short video and sent it to the employer, "I will burn my long memory."

Xiujue watched the video several times, and by the time he came back to his senses, it had been 3 minutes.

Xiujue raised his eyebrows, turned off his phone, and put it aside.

It's strange, he has always had amazing self-control and rarely wastes his precious time, but he can't take his eyes off seeing Dong Changqing eating.

A table of breakfast, Dong Changqing ate slowly for half an hour. After drinking the milk in the cup, he finally felt a little bit full. Dong Changqing faced the shocked Aunt Wang Sweet smile, "It's delicious~"

"This...delicious, as long as it's delicious...Which one do you like best?"

"This wonton! Aunt Wang, the wonton you made is really delicious! I want to eat it every day!"

For a cook, it is best if someone appreciates it. Aunt Wang suddenly burst into laughter, "Okay, okay, Aunt Wang will cook for you every day from now on, as long as you don't get tired of eating."

Dong Changqing nodded heavily, and a bowl of wontons successfully captured his heart, "Aunt Wang, you can call me Dongdong, and both the Queen Mother and the Seven Fairies call me Dongdong!"

Although Dong Changqing did a lot of bastard things when he was in the Heavenly Court, he was considered a child when he was in human form, and the maternal gods were very tolerant to him, and the seven fairies also liked to play with him, as long as Dong Changqing Qing doesn't cause trouble, most of the time, they are called Dongchangqing Dongdong.

But Dong Changqing is not happy if other people want to call it that. For example, Erlang God, Erlang God does not always have a cold face. Occasionally, when he is in a good mood, he will call Dongdong after the queen mother. As long as he calls it that way, Dong Changqing has countless ways to make Erlang Shen feel bad.

Thinking of this, Dong Changqing pouted her chin and began to recall the appearance of those gods in Tiangong.

Time has passed for too long, their faces have long been blurred.

The sudden appearance of the Queen Mother and the Seven Fairies in Dong Changqing's mouth made Aunt Wang stunned for a long time, "Ah, okay, then Dongdong, do you want to watch TV?"

"I really want it!"

Xiujue also explained his daily entertainment activities. Aunt Wang turned on the TV and found him a cartoon "SpongeBob SquarePants" that her grandson likes to watch.

"I'm ready, I'm ready! Snail, good morning~"

Sponge lives in a pineapple and raises a small snail. The neighbors are starfish and octopus. The boss is a crab. To Dong Changqing, this is full of novelty. Also do not move.

Aunt Wang smiled happily.

Although Xiujue said that Dong Changqing was very good, she was still very worried when she took the job. The mentally ill were difficult to take care of, what would happen if she lost control and went crazy, now Dong Changqing's performance dispelled her worries.

Sure enough, he is a well-behaved child.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, a man in a suit came to the villa. He greeted Aunt Wang politely, "Hello, I am Cui Tezhu's secretary. I am here to take Mr. Dong to the hospital."

"Hey, good."

Dong Changqing is obsessed with cartoons, how could she want to leave, and seeing the secretary in a black suit, she is even more bored, "I won't go."

You must go to the hospital, Aunt Wang coaxed softly, "When you come back, Aunt Wang will cook delicious food for you, which is a hundred times better than wonton."

I have to admit that Aunt Wang, who has coaxed her little grandson for several years, grasped Dong Changqing's lifeline at once, and he stood up reluctantly, "That's fine."

"Dongdong is so obedient, that's great!" Aunt Wang took care of Dong Changqing like a child, and her compliments made Dong Changqing extremely proud.

Secretary Zhang drove Dong Changqing to the most famous psychiatric hospital in Beijing, and under Dong Changqing's ups and downs mood, he did a series of examinations.

"Mr. Xiu, the doctor said that Mr. Dong suffers from hallucinations, a relatively common mental illness." Secretary Zhang glanced at Dong Changqing who was thinking about the car stereo, "Most of the patients are because of too much pressure and want to Escaping from reality creates fantasy."

too much stress?

Xiujue secretly guessed, probably because of his family, "Can it be cured?"

"The doctor said that Mr. Dong's situation is very optimistic. Some patients fantasize that they are a dog and live like a dog all their lives. Now that he has realized that he is a person, it means that he has begun to break away from his fantasy, so we suggest Conservative treatment, don't put pressure on him, communicate with him often, it can be as short as a few months or as long as a few years, and he will always recover."

"Well, you take him...forget it, you take him downstairs to the company."

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Zhang carefully looked at Dong Changqing's face, with a weird smile on his face.

He laughed that Xiujue really had a deep love for Ji Xinglin. Ji Xinglin was engaged and went abroad, so he found a substitute. Although he looks similar, he is still mentally ill.

Really hungry.

Dong Changqing noticed Secretary Zhang's gaze and looked up at him, "Can I go back?"

Secretary Zhang shook his head and started the car without saying a word.

Xiu Ren's company building in the mental hospital is not far away, and it takes only 10 minutes to arrive.

Seeing Xiujue approaching, Secretary Zhang got out of the car with great discernment, "Mr. Xiu."

"Go get busy."

"Ok."

Xiu Jue got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and asked Dong Changqing softly, "How is Aunt Wang?"

"She is very good, and the little wontons she made are also very delicious." Dong Changqing said with a smile, "She said that she will cook a lot of delicious food for me when I go back. Can we go back?"

He wants to see SpongeBob SquarePants, desperately.

"I'll take you to get your hair cut later, you gods, can you cut your hair?" After Xiu Jue asked, he smiled to himself, thinking he was very humorous.

"Immortals don't cut their hair." Dong Changqing brushed her shoulder-length hair twice, "My hair was cut by Erlang God before, but after two cuts, it grew back, and so did my hands."

"..." Xiujue didn't understand, from what angle did the doctor see that Dong Changqing's condition had improved.

Actually, that's fine too.

Xiujue thought selfishly.