diskusbooks Chapter 151 Cooking
Chapter 151 Cooking
In the VIP ward.
The sunlight shines through the white curtains and onto the neat sheets.
Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes in a daze, and what came into his sight was a bright and smiling face.
Xia Qingluo stood quietly beside the bed. The curve of her fox eyes was so beautiful that it was breathtaking. Her smile was like cherry blossoms blooming in spring, fresh and charming.
Seeing Zhang Jing wake up, Xia Qingluo's eyes flashed with joy, and her voice was clear and pleasant, "You're awake!"
Zhang Jing's mouth unconsciously raised a smile, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, "It seems that you are fine."
"You blocked all the damage for me when the chandelier fell down, so I'm fine." Xia Qingluo sat down on the bed, and asked with concern in his eyes, "Does your back still hurt?"
In fact, with broken ribs, every breath hurts.
But when Zhang Jing saw that smile, he inexplicably changed his words, "It doesn't hurt. It's not as painful as when I was injured while practicing martial arts before."
"How long have I been unconscious?" Zhang Jing asked again.
Xia Qingluo held up two jade-white fingers. "Two days. I was worried that you wouldn't wake up. That day in the Colosseum, you bled so much that I was scared."
Zhang Jing's face, which usually showed little expression, was now filled with a tender smile.
Fortunately, they are all alive and Xia Qingluo is fine.
"You used the sword very skillfully that day. I didn't expect that you could hold off so many people by yourself with a wounded man like me."
Xia Qingluo scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "It's the effect of adrenaline. If it were now, I probably wouldn't be able to fight so many people."
"Oh, right." Zhang Jing suddenly raised his eyes, "Where is my eight-sided Han sword?"
"I've sent your sword back to Master. Master will oil and maintain it for you."
Inside the ward, a deep and magnetic male voice sounded slowly, like the mellow sound of a cello.
Lu Chengyuan walked to the bedside with his long legs, holding a delicate porcelain bowl in his bony hands.
"I made you a bowl of Tremella soup. The doctor said you need to eat something when you wake up."
Zhang Jing looked at the bowl of Tremella soup in front of him. A faint sweet aroma filled the air and it looked quite presentable.
But when he saw the curve of Lu Chengyuan's mouth at the corner of his eye, he began to wonder if Lu Chengyuan had put a laxative in it.
After all, they had often drugged each other in order to compete for the opportunity to do morning exercises with Xia Qingluo.
He was even more afraid to eat what Lu Chengyuan made.
He now has broken ribs, so getting out of bed is very difficult for him, and going to the toilet is even more inconvenient.
And now, Xia Qingluo is still in the ward. If he was given a laxative and got up to go to the bathroom, he would probably be in a very awkward situation and would need someone to support him.
In fact, Zhang Jing didn’t care much about these things before. He has always been free and easy and never took these little things to heart.
But in front of Xia Qingluo, he was particularly concerned about his image.
"Wait a while, I'm not hungry now." Zhang Jing pushed the Tremella soup aside, and the next second, his stomach growled.
He hasn't eaten for two days and has been completely dependent on nutrient solution. It's inevitable that he would have this reaction when he sees food.
Lu Chengyuan pretended not to hear and served Xia Qingluo a bowl of Tremella soup from the kitchen. He looked at her tenderly with his fox eyes.
"You also need to nourish your body, drink more."
Xia Qingluo took it naturally, picked up the spoon, took a small sip, looked at Zhang Jing, blinked,
"It tastes delicious, Zhang Jing, try it."
Since Xia Qingluo said so, Zhang Jing could only let down his guard temporarily and picked up the bowl of Tremella soup to take a sip.
Zhang Jing tasted it carefully and found it tasted normal and quite delicious.
As Xia Qingluo drank, he couldn't help but ask, "How come your Tremella soup is so delicious? I always fail."
Lu Chengyuan smiled dotingly, and deliberately stepped forward to rub Xia Qingluo's hair, like stroking a kitten, "What are you afraid of? I'll cook for you from now on."
Zhang Jing watched the interaction between the two and felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart. He stared at Lu Chengyuan's hand for a long time.
Fortunately, Xia Qingluo seemed to be quite resistant to this and directly locked Lu Chengyuan's wrist and threw it aside.
Xia Qingluo looked at Zhang Jing with a smile on her face again, "Actually, I wanted to cook it for you myself, but what I cooked was really too unpalatable, and I was afraid that it would make you feel worse after drinking it."
Xia Qingluo was not seriously injured, only his vitality was damaged and he had some superficial injuries. He would be fine after some nourishment.
However, Lu Chengyuan was worried and ordered her to continue to stay in the hospital. He even monitored her in the ward 24 hours a day with a notebook to prevent her from running away.
Xia Qingluo thought that Zhang Jing would definitely want to eat after waking up, so she went into the kitchen to prepare various health-preserving meals.
Perhaps because he had cooked too little in this life, Xia Qingluo had forgotten how to cook many dishes and could only search for recipes.
But the taste of the food I made was always hard to describe, and the kitchen almost burned down once.
Lu Chengyuan took the soup spoon from her hand, cooked for her, and said with a smile: "Let me do it. You are in good health now, don't get tired."
Xia Qingluo had no choice but to let Lu Chengyuan make it. After tasting it once, she found that it tasted exceptionally good.
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Xia Qingluo had no choice but to give up.
Lu Chengyuan touched her head and said, "Leave the kitchen matters to me."
So, Xia Qingluo went to do other things leisurely.
When it comes to cooking, Xia Qingluo is particularly unmotivated in this life.
In her previous life, she studied various cooking skills because she was in love and did so to please Lu Chengyuan.
In this life, she is alone and eats instant noodles takeout.
If she has someone she likes, she will definitely not cook for him.
In fact, what Xia Qingluo didn’t know was that Lu Chengyuan had tampered with the ingredients.
Either they mix various seasonings together, or they add something that tastes extremely bitter. Although it will not cause any harm to the body, the food cooked out of it is really unpalatable.
Lu Chengyuan didn't mean to undermine Xia Qingluo's confidence, he just didn't want Zhang Jing to eat the food Xia Qingluo cooked.
Only Luo Luo can eat the dishes he makes himself, no one else can even think about eating them.
After drinking a bowl of Tremella soup, Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't feel anything wrong with his stomach. It seemed that Lu Chengyuan didn't do anything to him at this time.
"What should we do with the filming now?" Zhang Jing asked.
Xia Qingluo also finished drinking the Tremella soup and curved her lips and said, "Director Shang said that you will be given a month off to recuperate before filming. Now we should shoot other clips first."
There was a hint of surprise in Zhang Jing's eyes. "He's not angry? I thought he was going to replace me directly."
Xia Qingluo scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, that's what he planned. After hearing the news, he was furious and wanted to replace the second male lead."