A flicker of amusement flashed across Jiang Cong's eyes and disappeared in an instant.
After the meal, Jiang Cong said to Yang Heng, who was cleaning up, "You don't need to bring me meals from tomorrow on."
Yang Heng was taken aback upon hearing this. "No, Professor Jiang, you still can't be discharged from the hospital yet."
Hearing Jiang Cong's words, Yang Heng instinctively thought that Jiang Cong was going to be discharged. If the Chief Wang found out about this, who knew how he would punish him!
Jiang Cong leaned against the soft pillow. The light shone on his handsome face, making it look even more profound and charming. He explained concisely, "Someone will be in charge specifically. You don't need to worry about it."
Yang Heng was just about to ask who that person was when he swallowed his words awkwardly.
Matters about Jiang Cong were not something he could inquire about.
Even though he had a multitude of questions in his heart, Yang Heng had no choice but to obediently agree to Jiang Cong's request.
"Then, Professor Jiang, you should rest early. There are still some things unfinished at the police station, so I'll take my leave first." After tidying up, Yang Heng voluntarily offered to leave.
Jiang Cong gave a low "hmm" and said no more.
He wondered what that little one would bring him tomorrow.
He was really looking forward to it.
On the other hand, Chen Er had returned home and was lying leisurely on the sofa with her legs crossed.
Then, as if she had suddenly remembered something, she sat up abruptly.
It seemed that that man had said he wanted her to take care of his meals.
Chen Er let out a groan. God knew that cooking was her Achilles' heel. Her cooking was simply a disaster.
Even her elder sister had said that when Chen Er entered the kitchen, she was like a walking catastrophe.
Chen Er lay down again and kept hypnotizing herself, "It's okay. Jiang Cong was just saying it casually. Don't take it to heart."
However, it was of no avail.
Chen Er resignedly rolled off the sofa, turned on her phone, and searched for recipes on Baidu.
The clattering sounds from the kitchen didn't stop until late at night.
The next day.
Chen Er simply washed up, put the unnamed dish she had made overnight into a thermos, changed her shoes, and set off for the hospital.
Due to his long - established biological clock, Jiang Cong woke up early.
Since the doctor said there was still some congestion at the back of his brain and strenuous exercise was not suitable, Jiang Cong just took a stroll on the tree - lined path in the hospital.
Facts proved that outstanding people would always be the focus of the crowd no matter where they were.
The passing girls frequently cast admiring glances at Jiang Cong.
Jiang Cong ignored them and strolled on his own. The large hospital gown looked unexpectedly good on him, adding a touch of calmness and elegance.
This was the scene Chen Er saw when she walked over with the thermos.
Chen Er chose to ignore the charm that Jiang Cong exuded all the time.
She said in a rough voice and stuffed the thermos into Jiang Cong's arms impatiently. "Here, your breakfast."
Jiang Cong suddenly bent down and got close to Chen Er's ear. "Is this how you treat a patient? It's not good for a little girl to be so rude."
Chen Er forced a smile. "Then I'll take you back. How about that?"
Jiang Cong nodded brazenly and leaned most of his body weight on Chen Er without a second thought.
But a strange feeling flashed through his heart.
This feeling was very familiar.
It was as if Chen Er had carried him like this before.
Behind them, countless envious, jealous, and hateful eyes were firmly fixed on Jiang Cong and Chen Er.
Chen Er used all her strength to maintain her balance and muttered silently in her heart, "This guy. Why didn't he seem this heavy when I carried him the day before yesterday?"
Finally, after much difficulty, they returned to the ward. Chen Er collapsed limply on the sofa like a corpse.
The mischievous smile on Jiang Cong's face flashed by. He opened the thermos and his smile froze when he saw the so - called breakfast.
Who could tell him what this black unknown object was?
Jiang Cong picked up his chopsticks and poked it. It was hard.
Jiang Cong twitched the corner of his mouth. "What is this?"
Chen Er replied matter - of - factly, "I searched on Baidu. It said that Chinese yam, wolfberries, and crucian carp are good for the recovery of the illness, so I made it according to the recipe."
Jiang Cong squinted his eyes and finally managed to find a little bit of the shape of the crucian carp from the pile of black stuff.
Chen Er coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment. "Well, I was too sleepy yesterday, so... the water in the gas stove accidentally boiled dry. Hahaha..."
Jiang Cong stared at Chen Er intently. After a while, he picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of something that was hardly recognizable as Chinese yam, and put it into his mouth.
Seeing this, Chen Er couldn't help but admire Jiang Cong for being able to swallow that stuff without changing his expression.
After eating five or six mouthfuls, Jiang Cong put down his chopsticks.
Chen Er carefully observed Jiang Cong's expression, trying to find some clues.
Jiang Cong turned sideways and gulped down a full glass of water, which only slightly soothed his aggrieved stomach.
He turned his head and said to Chen Er, who was peeping curiously, "You don't need to put so much salt when cooking next time."
Chen Er nodded repeatedly, indicating that she understood.
After leaving the hospital, Chen Er rushed to the bookstore and carried a large stack of recipe books home.
Although Chen Er disliked Jiang Cong's constant show - off, since he could reluctantly swallow her horrible cooking, out of humanitarianism, Chen Er decided to study cooking a bit so that at least the food would look better.
Chen Er quickly flipped through the recipe books. She was completely confused about the words "a little" and "appropriate amount" written in the books.
Finally, after two hours of hard work, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready.
Chen Er picked up her chopsticks bravely. As soon as she took the first bite, her face changed and she rushed to the toilet.
After rinsing her mouth several times, Chen Er still felt the bitter taste lingering in her mouth.
Forget it. She'd better go out and buy some food. She could just pour it into the thermos. Indirectly, it could still be considered as her cooking.
With a change of mind, Chen Er decided to go out and pack a meal from a restaurant.
Chen Er didn't intend to deceive anyone. When she saw Jiang Cong frown, she took the initiative to explain, "I bought this dish. I was a bit delayed today and didn't have time to cook."
Jiang Cong didn't expose Chen Er's clumsy lie. He just said indifferently, "I want to eat what you cook, no matter how bad it tastes."
Chen Er opened her mouth, trying to say something, but under Jiang Cong's fixed gaze, she couldn't even utter a single word.
"Okay." Chen Er put away the thermos and agreed to Jiang Cong's request.
Therefore, during the days when Jiang Cong was in the hospital, Chen Er's cooking skills were forced to improve significantly.
At least, the food was no longer inedible.
On the day when Jiang Cong was discharged from the hospital, no one was happier than Chen Er.
When Jiang Cong saw the undisguised joy on Chen Er's delicate little face, he lowered his eyes and smiled. "You really are an ungrateful little girl."
Once again dressed in a white shirt, Jiang Cong still had the coexistence of the elite and the male - god aura as always.