Qi Yuan's expression calmed down a little, he forced a smile and said, "Then, I'll call you Zhuoxi."

"Can."

Then there was a silence. Qi Yuan just looked at Feng Zhuoxi calmly. Feng Zhuoxi calmly looked at the tent on the top of the bed and was in a daze.

"Sister, sister! I cooked your favorite osmanthus porridge!" The voice of coriander sounded happily at the door. He broke in without knocking on the door.

Feng Zhuoxi felt a sudden relaxation. Qi Yuan gave her a feeling of too heavy. Whether it was the topic he was talking about or the sad atmosphere on him, Feng Zhuoxi felt uncomfortable.[

Fortunately, when Coriander came in, Feng Zhuoxi's voice was a little happy: "Coriander is here? Is there any water to drink? I want to drink some hot water."

Qi Yuan was looking at Feng Zhuoxi, so he could see the subtle changes in her expression on her face.

"I brought it all with water, and I've brought it." Coriander happily held a large tray in her two small hands, with a stew pot, a pair of clean bowls, chopsticks and spoons, and two covered cups.

Coriander let the tray float in front of Feng Zhuoxi's bed, and stood on the top of the big bed, first helped Feng Zhuoxi up and sat down, then opened one of the cups and delivered it to Feng Zhuoxi's mouth, and said: "Hot water."

Feng Zhuoxi took a few sips and felt that the water was clear and delicious, the temperature was hot, and it felt very comfortable to drink it.

Seeing that she drank the water, Cilantro put away the cup and served her a bowl of osmanthus porridge. She took a small gold-inlaid spoon and wanted to feed Feng Zhuoxi.

"This... I want you to feed me?" Feng Zhuoxi was a little uncomfortable.

Cilantro blinked her big eyes: "Didn't it mean that my sister's hands and feet are not very movable?"

"Okay, I'll give you a blessing."

When Coriander heard Feng Zhuoxi agree, she immediately started feeding her porridge.

The warm and sweet porridge was brought into my mouth, and the familiar taste came to my heart. This was a late-night snack that Zhuang Tian once loved very much. When she was waiting for Qi Yuan to come back, she would ask the coriander to cook a cup. After Qi Yuan came back, the two of them would eat it together.

Qi Yuan also looked at the bowl of sweet porridge filled with the aroma of osmanthus, and his heart was a little sour, and he couldn't help but say, "I... I'll go out... Coriander, take good care of her..."

After saying that, he rushed out without looking back.

Xiangcai looked at Qi Yuan's figure and suddenly became silent. He fed Feng Zhuoxi seriously, then opened another cup in the tray and sent it to Feng Zhuoxi's mouth.

"Tea?" Feng Zhuoxi asked when she smelled the fragrance.

"Well, it can help digestion after drinking it." Coriander said.

After putting away all the tableware, Cilantro was not in a hurry to leave. He took the tray away, sat beside Feng Zhuoxi, and looked at her without blinking.

Feng Zhuoxi said, "Have Mujiu eaten?"

Coriander was stunned for a moment before saying, "Green Dou went to take care of him. The food was cooked and he should be fed."[

She nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Coriander showed a somewhat injured expression: "Sister is apart from me."

"Yes, I've been away from you for too long. I need time to get to know you slowly." Feng Zhuoxi liked this puppet created by Zhuang Tian himself, and couldn't help but feel gentle.

"Then... what about the adult? Sister, don't you?" Cilantro asked seriously with her head raised.
Chapter completed!