The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 830 You Are A Little Brother (19)

Jiang Tang is also used to it, and he usually makes him around at home, and he doesn't have any objections.

This time I ate hot pot, and added a large piece of spicy hot pot base. It’s not that Jiang Tang didn’t consider Yin Chao’s taste, but that every time he ate, Yin Chao almost ate whatever he wanted, and there were no taboos. Mayonnaise, if you give him bitter melon, he would like to chew it.

Who would have thought that this time the hot pot would give him gastroenteritis, now it's all right, no spicy or sweet food, no mayonnaise, and I don't know if Yin Chao can still eat.

At around six in the morning, Jiang Tang went to the breakfast shop downstairs of the hospital and bought a bowl of white rice porridge, plus two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk.

Back in the ward, Yin Chao had already woken up, leaning on the hospital bed wearing a crumpled t-shirt, staring up at the locust tree outside the window in a daze, he had a fever and stomachache all night, which made the man listless, his two legs stunned. The hair stood on his head listlessly, his handsome face was pale under the broken hair, his thin lips were still slightly hooked unconsciously, and he looked a little depressed.

Jiang Tang walked over with the breakfast bag, directly blocking Yin Chao's sight, lifted the dining table on the hospital bed, and took out the porridge and buns.

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

The man blinked his eyes, then lowered his head silently, without speaking.

Jiang Tang reached out and touched his head, the temperature subsided.

"Come, have some porridge."

She opened the lid of the porridge, put the spoon on the bowl, and pushed it in front of Yin Chao.

The other party didn't move, his hands were folded on the quilt, he didn't intend to make a move, and he didn't even look at the porridge, his attitude was so cold.

Jiang Tang stuffed a bun into his mouth, took a sip of soy milk, and pushed the porridge in front of Yin Chao.

"You've got gastroenteritis, you can't eat sweets, and you can't eat cream until you're cured."

As soon as the words fell, Yin Chao lay down directly, turned his head, turned his back to Jiang Tang, and remained motionless.

The doctor came out to check his physical condition, and just happened to see such a scene, he couldn't help laughing.

"Can a big man keep his mouth shut? Why are you still fighting?"

Jiang Tang sighed.

"My husband likes to eat sweets, but he has a sudden taboo and needs time to calm down."

"Well...how is the patient now?"

Jiang Tang looked at Yin Chao, but there was no movement.

The doctor took out a thermometer from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Tang.

"You help him test it, and he can go home to recuperate if he doesn't burn."

Jiang Tang took the thermometer and patted Yin Chao's back.

"Take the temperature, get up."

"..."

"I'll count to three, and if you ignore me after counting three, I'll ignore you."

"..."

"1, 2, 3..."

"..."

Well, I was quite emotional, Jiang Tang stuffed the last bun into his mouth, threw away the empty box, stood up and was about to leave.

"Doctor, I have nothing to do with this guy, I'll take a step first."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Tang felt his little finger was grabbed and pulled gently.

Jiang Tang turned his head, looked at his hands, pursed his lips and smiled.

"I'll give you the thermometer, measure it yourself."

Yin Chao turned around silently, sat up, took the thermometer and stuffed it directly under the creaking nest, Jiang Tang was still held by his fingers, so he could only sit down.

The doctor couldn't help laughing at the awkward couple.

Not to mention, it's pretty interesting.

After the fever subsided, the doctor followed up with a few instructions.

"Eat more light food in the past week, and keep warm. If you can't eat spicy food, don't eat it in the future."

Jiang Tang nodded, pressed Yin Chao's head and said thank you.

On the way back, the two walked home, holding hands.

(End of this chapter)