The dishes are ready-made, just take them directly from the store.
She just needs to cook another portion of rice.
There are cooking utensils for self-catering in the small kitchen. Lin Dongxiu and Cheng Shuangzhi can cook lunch here at noon.
Xia Qingyuan uses a clay pot to cook rice.
There is another delicacy in Yangcheng called Claypot Rice.
After the rice is done, pour a layer of soup on top, and the white rice will suddenly become shiny.
The rice grains are distinct, the bottom of the pot is charred and fragrant, and the casserole is very good at keeping heat, so it will be hot when you bring it over.
Xia Qingyuan first placed a portion of beef offal and radish on top, as well as elastic meatballs, and then blanched a few slices of vegetables in the beef offal soup and placed them on top.
Then I used a small plate and put some kimchi to relieve the greasiness.
After preparing these, it's almost eleven o'clock.
Xia Qingyuan packed these in a bamboo basket, covered it with a layer of cloth, grabbed two more ugly apples she bought in the morning, told Lin Dongxiu, squeezed through the crowd in the store, and went to the hospital.
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Xia Qingyuan knocked on the door first, and Qi Jinzhi's cold voice came from inside: "Please come in."
When Xia Qingyuan opened the door and walked in, he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking out the window.
She cleared her throat and called out: "Mr. Qi Xiao?"
Qi Jinzhi's back was startled, and then he saw him holding his abdomen and snorting: "Are you here?"
Xia Qingyuan thought his wound hurt, so she quickly put down the basket and helped him: "Does the wound hurt again?"
She had just heard the nurse say outside that the sutures were almost ready to be removed and it shouldn't still hurt so much.
Qi Jinzhi followed Xia Qingyuan's strength and lay back on the bed, with a pillow behind his back.
Xia Qingyuan glanced at his wound: "I'll ask the doctor to take a look."
"No need." Qi Jinzhi grabbed her wrist and quickly let go, "I'll just take it slow."
Xia Qingyuan had no doubt that he was there.
He took the basket over and set up a small table on the bed. He took out the clay pot and said, "I made clay pot rice for you at noon. The beef offal is from my shop."
She added: "I opened a shop in the food court and my mother-in-law is taking care of it."
Qi Jinzhi's eyes lit up when he heard Xia Qingyuan said that he had made lunch for him.
He glanced at Xia Qingyuan, who was concentrating on preparing chopsticks with a gentle look on her face.
His emotions calmed down quickly and he said quietly: "I thought you wouldn't come."
Xia Qingyuan's movements paused.
Naturally she felt a little guilty.
All I can say is: "I've been too busy these two days and I can't get away for a while.
But the daily menu is confirmed with Aunt Wu."
She looked at him with some flattery: "Why don't you take some time today and come over."
After saying that, she handed him the chopsticks.
Qi Jinzhi nodded: "Thank you." and said nothing more.
When he reached for the chopsticks, his fingers accidentally touched hers.
It just passed by gently for a moment, as light as a feather, without leaving even a trace of ripples.
At least in Xia Qingyuan's opinion, that's the case.
She found a seat nearby and sat down, planning to take the clay pot back after he finished eating.
Qi Jinzhi opened the lid, and the familiar Yangcheng clay pot rice and beef offal radish appeared in front of him.
Once upon a time, in the wet and cold winter, he took Fu Chunlai to eat authentic beef offal and radish pot in the alley.
After escaping by feigning death, he never saw Fu Chunlai again.
For a person who accepts death like him, he must be very sad to hear the news of his death.
Thinking of this, Qi Jinzhi's face turned cold.
Yes, why does a shady person like him try to get all the heat sources after others give him a little warmth?
Just wishful thinking.
Xia Qingyuan looked at Qi Jinzhi's sudden change of expression and didn't know why.
Doesn't he like it?
She clearly saw joy and emotion in his eyes.
Originally, I wanted to use the clay pot rice to build a relationship, so that he would not mind the matter in Yangcheng, so as to eliminate his thoughts.
Could it be that it was self-defeating?
Xia Qingyuan asked tentatively: "Is it not to your liking?"
Qi Jinzhi shook his head: "No."
Xia Qingyuan: "What do you like to eat? I can cook it for you tomorrow?"
She paused: "Wonton noodles? Rice rolls? Chicken with ginger and scallions? Braised goose? Or pig's feet with ginger?"
When talking about pig's feet and ginger, Qi Jinzhi finally turned to look at her.
Xia Qingyuan's expression was a little subtle: "I'm pretty good at making pig's feet and ginger.
It’s just that you may be a little supplemented by what you eat now, after all, women who are in confinement usually eat more.”
Qi Jinzhi: "..."
It was like there were two villains fighting inside him.
One told him to ignore her and just treat her coldly.
One was tempting him, saying how warm it was to be near her.
In the battle between heaven and man, she happened to say such words.
He sighed, not knowing whether he was compromising with himself or accepting his fate.
The helpless and sinister expression on his face conveyed another message to Xia Qingyuan.
Xia Qingyuan was so frightened that she stood up from her chair and said, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll do it for you tomorrow."
She thought to herself: As long as he doesn't do what he did that night in the hotel, I'll jump over the wall for him.
Qi Jinzhi: "..."
He rubbed his forehead as he had a headache.
That’s all.
Let it be as it should be.
He stopped talking to Xia Qingyuan and lowered his head to eat.
Whether it was rice grains soaked with soup, beef offal stewed until soft, or side dishes prepared by Xia Qingyuan, he ate them all.
His throat was choked and sore. He didn't know whether it was from choking on his rice or from the tears that kept welling up.
By the time he finished eating everything, his stomach was already bloated and uncomfortable.
He didn't show it.
He wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Today's food was delicious, thank you."
Growing up, I seemed to have only eaten meals with the smell of fireworks like this when I was with that person.
It’s just that the man’s cooking skills were so bad that he even disliked the taste: “Forget it, don’t eat it, Master will take you to eat outside.”
Zhou Mo is a young lady from a scholarly family. She can't even take care of herself, let alone take care of Qi Jinzhi.
Later, she sold all her valuables and became ill again. When mother and son were so hungry that they could only drink cold water, they never asked the Zhou family for help.
In order to support himself and Zhou Mo, he went to fight for food with a group of children and even adults who were much taller than him. He was beaten to a bloody head but refused to give up the food he was protecting in his arms.
He came home with a swollen nose and face, and instead of his mother's love and caress, he faced scoldings and sticks.
Years of waiting have turned Zhou Mo into a radical and crazy woman.
She had been waiting for Qi Yuanshan to say that he would marry her, and even after waiting for her short life, she still could not wait for him.
The night Zhou Mo died, his bony hands held Zhou Jinzhi tightly, and his eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out.
She looked at the narrow window and kept repeating: "Jinzhi, he lied to me."
These were the last words she left him.
Seven-year-old Qi Jinzhi wrapped Zhou Mo with a straw mat and dragged her to the mass grave with his thin body.
First he used wooden sticks and then his bare hands to dig a grave for her.
It was also at that time that he met the person who changed his life, but still couldn't pull him out of the quagmire.
Xia Qingyuan carefully observed Qi Jinzhi's expression, and when she saw that there was nothing unusual about him, her heart dropped back into her stomach.
She brought a glass of water and said, "Drink some water and rinse."
Qi Jinzhi glanced at the water in her hand and was about to take it when the door to the ward was opened from outside.
Xie Ziyi held an insulated lunch box in her hand, with a smile on her lips: "Jinzhi, I'll give it to you..."
When she saw Xia Qingyuan in the ward, her smile froze for a moment: "Mrs. Shen, why are you here?"