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Chapter 274

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    "Rong'er!" Xiang Ziyu went upstairs and entered the room, put the tray on the table, and called Huarong again.

    Huarong covered her head under the quilt and fell asleep in a daze. She vaguely heard Xiang Zi calling her, and half-opened her eyes lazily, "Huainan"

    Xiang Ziyu rubbed his brows for Huarong, waking up from the dream, "The white porridge is ready, but you've been waiting for a long time? Get up and eat something. I heard from Hua Lu that you didn't eat much today."

    Huarong said "hmm", her eyelids were still trembling, although she was dazed, she still felt a little sleepy, "Is the porridge ready?"

    "Well. Get up and eat something, it will be cold after a while." Xiang Ziyu gently fiddled with the broken hair on Huarong's forehead.

    "Okay." Huarong stretched lazily, and reached out to Xiang Ziyu, "Hold me up."

    Xiang Ziyu looked at Huarong who was confused, smiled, hugged her up, went to the side, dipped some hot water on a towel, and wiped Huarong's face, "Look at you, you are getting more and more greedy.  asleep."

    Huarong raised her face, pouted her mouth, and giggled.

    After wiping his face, Xiang Ziyu found a small table and put it on the bed, and brought over the porridge, "Try it, it's still hot!"

    The faint aroma of white porridge rushed to her face, and the rising heat dimmed Huarong's eyes. Suddenly, without warning, teardrops swirled in her eye sockets, and suddenly, a layer of mist was covered.

    Xiang Ziyu's heart trembled, "What's the matter? Don't want to eat? Don't cry, or I'll make some pickled fish and spicy chicken? OK?"

    Huarong bit her lip, holding back her tears, but did not speak.

    Xiang Ziyu became even more anxious, "Don't cry, it's my fault, I'll make pickled fish and spicy chicken for you to eat, don't cry, be obedient, be good."

    As he said that, he was about to get up and do it. As soon as he got up, his sleeve was pulled. Xiang Ziyu turned his head and saw Huarong tugging on his sleeve, looking at her with teary eyes, and felt even more uncomfortable.

    I don't know the reason, but seeing her tearful, he felt uncomfortable, kind of palpitations.

    "What's wrong?" Xiang Ziyu was puzzled.

    Huarong shook her head, "Hug."

    "Huh?" Xiang Ziyu was stunned for two seconds.

    Huarong looked directly at Xiang Ziyu, and repeated those two words again, "Hug."

    This time Xiang Ziyu came to his senses, moved the table back a little, sat beside the bed, hugged Huarong tightly, and stroked her hair, "What's the matter? What happened? Can you tell me?"  good?"

    "I don't know" Huarong choked up her voice, "It just suddenly occurred to me that I won't be able to drink the porridge you made in the future, so sad very sad"

    Xiang Ziyu worried, "No, it's fine. From now on, I'll make porridge for you every day until you get bored with it, okay?"

    "Yeah." Huarong nodded, slowly left Xiang Ziyu's embrace, and wiped away her tears, "Am I a bit hypocritical?"

    Xiang Ziyu smiled, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Huarong's eyes, "Why? It's good."

    It's really goodKnowing that she was moved by the porridge he made, knowing that she was sad because she couldn't drink porridge in the future, and knowing all her joys, sorrows and joys, he can feel his meaning to her.

    Hua Rong smiled, and poked Xiang Ziyu's heart, "No matter what I am, you can't dislike me!"

    "Okay." Xiang Ziyu held Huarong's finger with a smile, and gently kissed the back of her hand, "Drink the porridge. If you don't drink it, it will be cold, which is not good for your health."

    "Yes." Huarong nodded.

    Xiang Ziyu moved the small table forward again, and placed it in a position where the flowers can move freely, "Try it."

    "Yeah!" Huarong looked at the porridge excitedly, picked up the silver spoon, dug a spoon full, and tasted it slowly.

    Xiang Ziyu looked very excited. Although he had done it before, he didn't know whether Huarong liked it, whether he liked this flavor of porridge, or the porridge he made.

    When Hua Rong swallowed it, her eyes lit up, and she quickly took a few more mouthfuls, one mouthful after another, and by the time she spoke, more than half of the porridge had gone down.

    "How is it? Is it delicious?" Xiang Ziyu asked anxiously. Although looking at Huarong's appearance, he knew that the porridge should not be too bad, but he still wanted to hear the answer from her.

    "Yeah!" Huarong nodded vigorously, "This is the best porridge I've ever eaten. It's so delicious!"

    Xiang Ziyu smiled, "That's good."

    Until the end of the meal, Huarong still had a look of intentionality on her face, staring at the bottom of the bowl, smacking her mouth twice, "Is there any more?" She raised her head and asked pitifully."Also." Xiang Ziyu stroked Huarong's hair.  "I'm going to get you a bowl."

    "Hmm!" Huarong raised the corners of her mouth.

    After eating the second bowl, Huarong patted her swollen belly contentedly, "I'm so full."

    Xiang Ziyu smiled and wiped the porridge from the corners of Huarong's mouth with a handkerchief.  "Don't eat?"

    "Well" Huarong frowned, a little embarrassed, "I'm full."

    Although I still want to eat, I am really too full.

    Xiang Ziyu smiled, "Take a break first, the imperial doctor will come over later, if you don't look at it, you may not be able to walk tomorrow. I will take the bowl down first."

    Hua Rong originally thought that it was already night and didn't want to bother the doctor, but when she moved her leg a little, the strong soreness hit her face again.

    "good."

    "Yeah." Xiang Ziyu was just about to pick up the tray and leave.

    Huarong suddenly called out to him, "Wait."

    "What's wrong?" Xiang Ziyu turned around, thinking that Huarong wanted to eat again, "You can't eat too much, it's easy to accumulate food."

    "I don't want to eat." Huarong pointed to the things on the tray, "I want those two flowers."

    Xiang Ziyu glanced at the specially decorated flowers on the tray, smiled, and handed them to Huarong.

    Huarong held it carefully, with joy on his face, "Is this radish and carrot?"

    "Yes." Xiang Ziyu said, "Do you like it?"

    "I like it!" Huarong said with a smile, "Did you carve this?"

    "Um."

    Huarong's eyes lit up, and she raised her thumbs up, "It's amazing! It takes many years of skill, right?"

    "Not at all." Suddenly praised by Huarong, Xiang Ziyu scratched his head shyly, "If you are proficient in sword practice, it is not a problem to carve flowers with a kitchen knife. If you like it, I will carve you a better one next time."  of."

    "I like it!" Huarong repeatedly expressed her liking, and suddenly, her eyes sank, and something suddenly came to her mind, which was a bit delicious, "I can make porridge, I can carve flowers, it's amazing"

    Xiang Ziyu didn't notice Huarong's emotional change, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, there are more powerful ones."

    Huarong said "Oh" cheerfully, and suddenly, her eyes were sharp.  "You know how to make porridge, before have you ever eaten with others before?"

    Xiang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "Is Rong'er jealous?"

    "Jealous?" Huarong raised her eyebrows.  He vetoed it, "There is no such thing!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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