The night was extremely peaceful.

When He Yue woke up, she found herself sleeping on the bed, and the side was empty, and Qiu Qing'an disappeared.

She sat up, looked around in a daze, then lifted the quilt and went downstairs.

Just as the door opened, Qiu Qing'an came in with a bag of things, his face still looked a little pale, but he was much more energetic than yesterday.

The two met each other, and they were stunned, and finally spoke happily.

"Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better." Qiu Qing'an replied and put the bag in his hand on the table.

"I bought breakfast." He looked at He Yue and pursed his lower lip, "Do you want to wash first?"

He took out the newly bought towel and toothbrush from his bag, and He Yue suddenly remembered that he had just woken up, and his face looked a little unnatural.

"Okay." She lowered her eyes, took things from him randomly, and rushed into the bathroom.

After finishing the food, He Yue went out. Qiu Qing'an had already spread the breakfast on the table, which was similar to what she bought in the hospital last time, with egg buns and soy milk, but in front of him there was a simple white porridge.

The two sat opposite each other, eating quietly, and He Yue bit the bun and remembered something.

"By the way... why did I sleep in bed yesterday?"

"I'll carry you up." Qiu Qing'an replied as usual, lowering his head to drink porridge without even raising his face.

The joyful movement paused for a few seconds, and then slowly yelled.

After breakfast, Qiu Qing'an got up and wanted to pack up his things, and He Yue hurriedly grabbed it.

"I'll do it, I'll do it, you have a good rest."

He stopped, but let Heyue take away the matter.

Throwing the garbage outside the door, He Yue washed his hands, thinking of Qiu Qing'an's empty kitchen, hesitated to go out.

"Do you order takeout when you eat?"

"Yes." Qiu Qing'an looked up at her when she heard the sound.

He Yue hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but say: "The oil and salt of takeout are heavy, and the hygiene conditions are uneven. I'll go buy things and make it myself at noon."

Qiu Qing'an's expression was stunned.

"...You, can you cook?" After a while, he only asked this question. He Yue frowned and bit his lip: "Well... it shouldn't be difficult."

"I think I should be able." She finally made a decision and looked at Qiu Qing'an and said solemnly.

"...Okay." He thought about it, "I'll go with you."

"No, no, you can rest at home." He Yue quickly refused. Qiu Qing'an was a little helpless and spoke seriously.

"Heyue, I'm really fine."

The two of them went out together, but fortunately there was a life supermarket not far from the alley. On the way, Heyue found that Qiu Qing'an was just talking about nothing but it was just that it didn't hurt. He still panted after taking two steps, his face was pale, and he was much weaker than usual.

Yes, I have eaten two bowls of porridge in the past two days, so how can I have the strength?

He Yue thought that he would make up for him later.

Qiu Qing'an has nothing at home. Heyue started buying oil, salt and rice. It is said online that eating radish and vegetables for chronic gastritis is better. In addition, eating less greasy food can be used instead of fish.

Heyue took a carrot and bought another handful of vegetables. When he finally picked up the fish, Qiu Qing'an couldn't help but speak aside.

"Actually... I don't eat much carrots." He said in a tactful tone, "I don't eat much fish."

"Why?" He Yue's choice of action was paused, slightly annoyed, thinking that he had something to avoid.

"There are many fish bones, and carrots are too unpalatable." Qiu Qing'an frowned and complained.

Heyue: “………”

"It's okay." She took a deep breath and said seriously: "I will help you pick the fish bones clean, and the carrots are cooked so that the carrots don't taste at all."

It was boiled in the porridge, and Heyue didn't believe he could still eat it.

"…………” Qiu Qing'an was silent after hearing this, and for a moment, he glanced at him, as if he was the default.

He Yue looked at him, then lowered her head and continued to pick up the fish, shook her head and laughed at herself.

The two of them went back after buying things. It was still early, so after discussing, they simply did the test papers together. He Yue had not finished the test papers assigned on Friday.

The windows of the attic were completely opened. The streets were close to the outside, but they were very quiet. You could see the small flower bed next door, with many unknown flowers blooming inside, stretching out in the sunshine after the rain.

The white curtains were blown by the wind and floated melodiously in the air. The two of them sat cross-legged on the floor, sharing a square wooden table.

Each takes one end, and you can see the other person as soon as you raise your face.

Qiu Qing'an was doing the test questions, and Heyue took his paper and wrote the problem-solving process on the draft paper.

She realized that Qiu Qing'an had finished all the test papers. He Yue wrote and answered the answers, and the accuracy rate was almost 100%. Even the questions that she had no clues were solved by Qiu Qing'an.

This person's brain...is a little too good.

He Yue remembered that he often slept in class, and Qiu Qing'an sat in the back row, and the position was not conspicuous. Even if the teacher found out, he basically regarded it as if he hadn't seen it.

After all, he firmly ranks first in every exam.

Before Heyue came, he threw out the second place by tens of tens.

She sighed silently, looking up at the light of the top student.

"By the way." He Yue suddenly looked up at him and bit the pen.

"Which university do you want to get into?" With his grades, if nothing unexpected happens, there will probably be any other one.

"Jingda Economic Management." Qiu Qing'an finished answering without hesitation, and was stunned for a moment.

"Why?" He Yue asked curiously.

Qiu Qing'an was silent for a while, and his voice was very low, "In the past... when my mother was still here, she actually had a hard time."

"So I want to make more money in the future so that she can live a little more comfortable life."

"I don't know now." His face was a little confused, and he couldn't see any expectation for the future.

“There are no schools or majors that you particularly want to go to.”

He Yue quieted for a long time before pondering, slowly opening his lips, and his voice was dry and difficult.

"Actually... Jingda University is very good. Most people want to go in after squeezing their heads. The School of Economics and Management is even more ace of Jingda University. You can meet more powerful people and see a bigger world."

"I think your goal is very good." She stared at Qiu Qing'an solemnly and nodded.

"real."

"Is that true?" Qiu Qing'an slowly turned the pen in his hand and suddenly looked up at her.

"What about you?"

"Me?" He Yue thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it when the score comes out."

After He Yue finished half of the test paper, he went down to study how to make porridge.

It felt quite easy, but she still checked the recipe online and looked it carefully before starting.

The rice is cooked in the pot first, then the vegetables and carrots are cut into thin shreds and diced diced rice, the fillets are simply scalded with water, and He Yue puts on disposable gloves and holds the chopsticks to clean the thorns.

Wait until the rice in the pot rolls, add all the vegetables and radishes, and continue to cook. When it is almost done, add the fish and a little salt.

He Yue tasted the taste and his eyes suddenly lit up.

So delicious!

The taste is delicious, the fish tastes very good, and the vegetables and radish are melted into the porridge, refreshing and tasty.

She was ready to get the pot excitedly. As soon as she finished it, she saw Qiu Qing'an standing at the door. He was fixed there, not knowing how long it had been.

He Yue was frightened, and his hands shook uncontrollably, and a bowl of porridge filled with it was swirling out, just splashing on the back of her hand.

He Yue sighed lightly, Qiu Qing'an hurried over, took the bowl from her, and asked nervously: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay." He Yue shook his head and turned on the faucet to rinse.

The part of her skin was a little red, but fortunately there was no blister. He Yue wiped his hands clean and went out. Qiu Qing'an was still sitting at the dining table, looking at her worriedly.

"It's just a little red." He Yue put his fingers beside his face and compared the distance of rice grains. Qiu Qing'an seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's fine."

"I think it tastes good if you try this." She pointed to the porridge on the table and said seriously. Qiu Qing'an held the bowl and moved it in front of her.

"Yes." He lowered his head and tasted it, immediately raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes full of joy and a slight smile.

“It’s really delicious.”

Qiu Qing'an ate two bowls, and when he tried to serve the third time, Heyue stopped him.

"Hey, your stomach is just right, so you can't eat too much." She couldn't help laughing.

"If you like it, I'll cook it tonight."
To be continued...