Li Rong didn't say anything. When Zhao Qingsong finished drinking the water, she put the cup away silently.
Zhao Qingsong said proudly: "Yes, my wife is the best!"
After rubbing oil on Zhao Qingsong, the palms of the rub were hot and the smell of the oil was very unpleasant. Li Rong sniffed and after wiping, she stood up and said, "I'll go to my sister-in-law's shop to cook some porridge for you. You are here."
have a good rest."
"No, don't bother my wife," Zhao Qingsong called to Li Rong, "Just buy some food from the hospital."
Li Rong didn't care about him, just glared at him and left.
Zhao Qingsong touched his nose and realized that Li Rong's anger hadn't gone away yet. He just pretended to be pitiful and it didn't have any effect on easing it.
When the aunt next to her saw Li Rong leaving, she teased Zhao Qingsong with a look on her face: "Why did the young man offend his wife? This is not easy to coax."
"We have been married for several years, and this is the first time she is so angry. It's all my fault." Zhao Qingsong sighed, not knowing what to do at all.
Seeing his sad face, the aunt quickly guessed why he was distressed. She laughed a few times: "She's a woman! Just coax her when she's angry. You have to..."
"Is this all right?" Zhao Qingsong asked.
"Otherwise, how unreasonable do you think women are? Just coax her." The aunt gave Zhao Qingsong advice, "Your wife seems to feel sorry for you, but she is angry because she cares about you."
Zhao Qingsong laughed "hehe" twice.
Yes, my wife feels sorry for him!
The coaxing woman Li Rong bought some lean meat and rice and went to He Xing's shop. The air in the room felt as if the door had not been opened all day. It seemed that He Xing did not open the door today.
She turned on the stove and went to wash the rice. When the porridge was boiled, she added minced pork, added some shochu and ginger slices to remove the smell, and finally stewed it until it was soft and rotten, then added salt. After tasting it, she picked out the ginger slices and threw them away.
Pack it in a lunch box and take it to the hospital.
Before reaching Zhao Qingsong's ward, Li Rong was stopped by someone.
"Director Wu?" Li Rong turned around and looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, she realized that this was Director Wu of the steel factory that she had worked with before. "Long time no see. Why are you in the hospital?"
"My wife is due to give birth in the next few days and she just moved in. Why are you in the hospital?"
"Zhao Qingsong has a fever, please give him some water." Li Rong didn't want to say more, "Director Wu is so lucky to be a father again. Which room do you live in? I'll go see my sister-in-law when I have time."
When we first met a few years ago, Wu Zhi had just become a father, and now he was due to give birth, so Li Rong said "again".
Wu Zhigang said the room number, saw Li Rong holding a lunch box in her hand, and knew that she was going to deliver food to Zhao Qingsong. He was afraid of wasting her time, so he didn't say much, saying that we would have a good chat next time.
Returning to the ward, Zhao Qingsong was the only one in the room.
There was no one in the three empty beds next to them, not even the aunt who praised Li Rong.
Probably went downstairs for a walk or went out to eat in the cafeteria.
When Zhao Qingsong saw Li Rong, he changed his mood and immediately became energetic. He called his wife with a smile: "You are finally here. I'm so hungry that I'm croaking."
Li Rong snorted softly: "You deserve it! Aren't you quite capable?"
"I was wrong about my wife." Zhao Qingsong followed what his aunt taught him just now. No matter what Li Rong said, he would first admit his mistake and show his attitude, although he was indeed unreasonable in this matter.
But if he had to choose again, he would still go up the mountain.
Last night, he shoveled several waterways to prevent too much water from accumulating. He also used sticks to support some pear trees when they were about to collapse. He couldn't remember how many trees he saved, but anyway
What was done.
Li Rong glanced at him and saw that he was either sincerely admitting his mistake or trying to coax her.
She scooped the porridge into a small bowl and gave it to him: "Can you hold it and eat it yourself?"
Zhao Qingsong smiled playfully: "I have to say no, wife, will you feed me?"
Li Rong sneered, banged the bowl and put it back on the table: "Then you can continue to be hungry!"
Zhao Qingsong called out to his daughter-in-law and lowered his eyelids, wondering if it was an illusion. Li Rong vaguely felt that he saw his ears drooping, and he looked like a big dog that had been greatly wronged.
Her heart softened, Li Rong picked up the porridge, scraped the slightly cooler porridge from the edge of the bowl, and brought it to Zhao Qingsong's mouth.
Zhao Qingsong opened his mouth obediently, smiled at Li Rong while eating, and said vaguely: "My wife, you are so kind!"
Zhao Qingsong also had some minor wounds on his hands, but they were not to the point where he could not hold things.
That is to say, Li Rong was soft-hearted and did not want to attack him before his wounds were healed.
Li Rong fed him a bowl, and someone came into the ward. They were people in the same ward. Li Rong didn't know him, but if she caught her eye, she would nod.
Zhao Qingsong was quite hungry, so he thought Li Rong would scoop out a second bowl for him, but he didn't expect Li Rong to scoop out some for himself.
Meeting Zhao Qingsong's eager gaze, Li Rong said leisurely: "You're not full yet? But you haven't eaten for too long. You can't eat too much at once. You can eat again later."
Zhao Qingsong had no choice but to nod.
The person who just came in went out again, probably to get hot water or take a shower. Li Rong just saw someone go out with an enamel basin and towel.
Zhao Qingsong watched Li Rong eating in silence. It was great that he could still see his wife.
Even though they were an old married couple, Li Rong's face would still become flushed with embarrassment after being stared at by his intense gaze for a long time.
After eating a small bowl of porridge, Li Rong couldn't eat anymore, so she packed up the dishes and went out to wash them.
There is a sink at the end of the corridor and a row of faucets.
After washing the dishes and returning to the ward, she saw Zhao Qingsong trying to get out of bed, and said anxiously: "What are you doing! Your feet are not healed yet!"
Zhao Qingsong's expression was subtle: "I want to go to the toilet."
"Big?" Li Rong looked at him and Zhao Qingsong shook his head.
Li Rong realized: "You're young? Then stop fussing and get on the bed and sit down."
After helping him sit up, Li Rong took out a small basin from under the bed and said, "Pee here, I'll take it out and pour it out later."
Zhao Qingsong felt that there was no big problem with his body, and it was not like having diarrhea on the bed. He looked at Xiaopen dumbfounded, and then looked at Li Rong: "It's not like he can't walk, isn't it?"
"You can just pull it, are you embarrassed?" Li Rong unzipped his pants and took them out regardless of Zhao Qingsong's struggle.
Zhao Qingsong couldn't stop her with his hands, and finally stiffened up and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll do it by myself~"
He was really scared. Normally, Li Rong's touch would be fun for him, but now he felt like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
I didn’t expect his wife to be so fierce and call her over at once!
Li Rong let go, gave him the small basin, and hurried out.
Just now, she was impulsive as soon as the adrenaline hormones came up. When she caught the thing, it was soft and felt different from the previous ones, and she started to feel embarrassed.
He obviously wanted to teach Zhao Qingsong a lesson, but he suffered the loss every time.