After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 212 Red Date Porridge Cooked by Mr. Fu himself
After Fu Qiran left, Ruan Jiaojiao got up, opened the suitcase, took out a change of clothes and entered the bathroom.

After a while, Ruan Jiaojiao changed into new clothes, washed the dirty clothes with hot water, and hung them in the bathroom.

After tossing and tossing for so long, Ruan Jiaojiao was really tired.

She lay back on the bed again and soon fell asleep.

At this time, downstairs.

It was rare for Fu Qiran to enter the kitchen.

"Grandma, do you have any blood supplements at home?" Fu Qiran asked.

Grandma Master nodded, "There are red dates at home, why don't you cook some red date porridge."

"Yeah." Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, "I'll boil it."

Grandma Shi smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay, you come."

Fu Qiran skillfully washed the rice and added water, washed the red dates and cut them in half, picked out the core inside, and put them into the pot.

Grandma Shi looked on and was very relieved.

The grown-up Fu Qiran seldom steps into the kitchen, probably because his need for food is extremely low, so he doesn't do anything on purpose.

There is no need, and he is unwilling to waste energy on such things that are meaningless to him.

But this time for Ruan Jiaojiao, Fu Qiran made a rare explosion.

Grandma Shi sighed in her heart, and the smile on her face could not be stopped.

Fu Qiran stood there quietly, watching the fire, stirring it occasionally.

Cooking porridge is a very long process, but fortunately Fu Qiran has always been patient.

In the kitchen, Grandma Shi was busy making dinner while chatting with Fu Qiran.

After an hour and a half, the jujube porridge is ready.

Fu Qiran greeted his grandma, scooped up a small bowl of red date porridge, and went upstairs.

Upstairs, Ruan Jiaojiao vaguely heard footsteps.

She rubbed her eyes, but before she could react, her body sat up automatically.

As soon as Fu Qiran opened it, he saw Ruan Jiaojiao who was sitting on the bed with her eyes narrowed and her face troubled.

He walked over and put the bowl on the bedside table.

"wake up?"

Ruan Jiaojiao tried hard to open her eyes.

"I made some jujube porridge for you." Fu Qiran sat on the chair beside the bed, "May I feed you?"

Although it was a question sentence, he had already picked up the bowl at this time, and even scooped up a little with a spoon, put it to his mouth and blew.

"Open your mouth." Fu Qiran said again.

Ruan Jiaojiao subconsciously opened her mouth, and the warm porridge just reached her mouth.

The aroma of red dates mixed with rice, coupled with the warm touch, made Ruan Jiaojiao wake up all of a sudden.

"Mr. Fu, I'll do it myself." Ruan Jiaojiao said.

Fu Qiran didn't say anything more, he handed the porridge bowl to Ruan Jiaojiao and gave some instructions.

"Be careful of the heat."

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, and began to drink the porridge in small sips.

"Is it good?" Fu Qiran asked with a smile on his lips.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, "It's delicious! Is this made by grandma?"

"I made it up." Fu Qiran chuckled, "Just as long as Jiaojiao likes it."

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at Fu Qiran in surprise, "Mr. Fu can cook porridge."

She said something like a sigh.

Fu Qiran let out a "hmm" with a calm expression.

"When I was young, no one cared about me, so I had to cook by myself."

This sentence full of stories came out of Fu Qiran's mouth so lightly.

Fu Qiran's expression was obviously calm and natural, but in Ruan Jiaojiao's ears, she felt a prickly pain in her heart, as if her heart had been pricked by a tiny needle.

(End of this chapter)