Chapter 829 You are just a younger brother (19)
Jiang Tang was also used to it, and he would be bossed around at home, and others didn't have any objections.
This time I ate hot pot and added a chunk of spicy hot pot base. It wasn’t that Jiang Tang hadn’t considered Yin Chao’s taste, but every time he ate in the past, Yin Chao would eat almost anything he had. There were no taboos, as long as he had Give him mayonnaise, give him bitter melon and he will chew it happily.
Who would have thought that this time the hot pot gave him gastroenteritis, but now he is cured. He can't eat spicy sweets, and there is no mayonnaise. I don't know if Yin Chao can still eat.
At about six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Tang went to the breakfast shop downstairs of the hospital and bought a bowl of white rice porridge, plus two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk.
Back in the ward, Yin Chao had already woken up. He was wearing a wrinkled T-shirt and was leaning on the hospital bed. He raised his eyes and stared at the locust tree outside the window in a daze. He had a fever and stomachache all night long, which made the man wilted and his hair was in a daze. The hair on his head was listless, his handsome face was pale under the broken hair, his thin lips were still slightly curled up unconsciously, and the whole person looked a little depressed.
Jiang Tang walked over with the breakfast bag, directly blocking Yin Chao's view, raised the dining table on the hospital bed, and took out the porridge and steamed buns.
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
The man blinked, then lowered his head silently, saying nothing.
Jiang Tang reached out and touched his head, and the temperature dropped.
"Come, eat some porridge."
She opened the lid of the porridge, removed the spoon, put it on the bowl, and pushed it in front of Yin Chao.
The other party didn't move. He folded his hands on the quilt and had no intention of making a move. He didn't even look at the white porridge. His attitude was so cold.
Jiang Tang stuffed a bun into his mouth, took a sip of soy milk, and pushed the porridge in front of Yin Chao.
"You have gastroenteritis, so you can't eat sweets, and you can't eat butter until you recover."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Chao lay down directly, turned around, and turned his back to Jiang Tang without moving.
The doctor came out to check his physical condition. He happened to see such a scene and couldn't help but laugh.
"How can a grown man keep his mouth shut? Why are we so awkward?"
Jiang Tang sighed.
"My husband likes to eat sweets, but suddenly he has a craving for sweets. He needs time to calm down."
"Well...how is the patient doing now?"
Jiang Tang looked at Yin Chao, but there was no movement.
The doctor took out a thermometer from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Tang. "You can help him test it. If he doesn't have a fever, he can go home and recuperate."
Jiang Tang took the thermometer and patted Yin Chao on the back.
"The temperature is being measured, get up."
"..."
"I'll count three times. If you ignore me after three times, I won't care about you anymore."
"..."
"1, 2, 3..."
"..."
Well, he was quite emotional. Jiang Tang stuffed the last bun into his mouth, threw away the empty box, stood up and was about to leave.
"Doctor, I have nothing to do with this guy. I'll take the first step."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Tang felt his little finger being grabbed and gently pulled.
Jiang Tang turned his head, looked at his hands, pursed his lips and smiled.
"The thermometer is given to you, measure it yourself."
Yin Chao turned around silently, sat up, took the thermometer and stuffed it directly under the creaking nest. Jiang Tang was still holding his finger, so he could only sit down.
The doctor looked at this awkward young couple and couldn't help laughing.
Don't tell me, it's quite interesting.
The fever subsided, and the doctor gave a few instructions.
"Eat more light food in the past week, keep warm, and if you can't eat spicy food, don't eat it in the future."
Jiang Tang nodded, pressed Yin Chao's head and said thank you.
On the way back, the two walked home, holding hands.
(End of chapter)