When I was a child, my grandmother cooked batter for me. First, she boiled water. Then, after the water boiled, she put the noodles in the boiling water and stirred them. After about ten minutes, she could eat the batter.

It's thick and melts in the mouth. Although it's not a good thing, it can be used instead of porridge.

He was funny. "Is it hard? I have said that I want the sandalwood box for you. In that case, I will check your past. Isn't it surprising to know that? "

I am stunned, some surprised looking at him, "how do you know we lived in Huai'an?"

After a moment's silence, he raised his eyes to see me. His eyes sank slightly and said, "when you lived in Huai'an, did you suffer?"

See him quiet, I naturally do not say much, just quietly looking at him.

He nodded, quietly tasting the batter, as if eating a food with memories.

Shaking his head, he said, "no, it's just that when I was a child, I saw my grandmother often do it, and I thought it was familiar, so it would be OK."

Sometimes I really can't understand, how can he change his mind so fast, how can the topic jump so fast.

With a faint smile, he took it directly and took a bite. Maybe he thought it tasted good. He nodded a little and said, "did you often cook before?"

I pursed my lips and looked at him with a serious face. "Mr. mu, I thought you were a cold person. You wouldn't make such a joke."

"Since you are a patient, it's not too much for you to feed me, is it?" I was surprised to hear that from his mouth.

I nodded, "count!" Such a big hole is not a patient.

He looked at me, did not raise his hand, but looked at me and said, "am I a patient now?"

Holding him against the bed, I handed him the bowl and said, "try it!"

I know you're still looking at me like this!

He laughed and said, "I know!"

Put down the bowl again to help him, see him motionless looking at me, I thought he thought just now, so flustered way, "I just didn't mean to, I want to help you, but didn't stand firm."

"Yes I'm sorry! I... " I was a little embarrassed for a moment, but the bowl in my hand didn't turn over.

I stretched out my hand to help him. It was an instinctive action, but because it was too fast, I jumped on him and held him down!

He tried to get up, but because of the wound, he took a cold breath.

I pulled back my hand, carried the bowl to him and said, "there is no rice here, just some noodles. I cooked some. Do you think you can get used to it?"

Speaking, eyes have looked to the side of the bowl, "cooked what?"

He smiles and shakes his head. "No, I didn't sleep."

I was a little surprised and said subconsciously, "wake you up?"

Don't want to be pressed by him, surprised, see he is motionless looking at me.

He didn't move much. I hesitated and put the batter aside to pull the quilt for him.

I couldn't help but speak and whispered, "Mr. mu, are you asleep?"

When he went to mushen's bedroom, he seemed to be asleep and saw that his eyes were closed.

Such logic, it seems that there is no problem, I nodded, "so ah!"

Seeing him quietly waiting for my next topic, I can't help but pause and say, "in fact, it's not very hard. Anyway, a lot of food and clothing, spring comes and autumn goes. I think it's much better than it is now. The past years are the best."