Chapter 26 How Rare!

Chapter 26 is really rare

"Where do you want to eat?"

Wenren Zhen started the car and asked the silent woman in the passenger seat.

"I don't want to eat anything."

Gu Nuan replied faintly.

It wasn't that she didn't want to eat. Lunch had already passed and her stomach was growling, but her lips and teeth were hurting and she couldn't eat anything.

Wenren Zhen took a deep look at her red and swollen lips and said faintly:

"I know a place for you to eat."

"Hmm?"

Gu Nuan turned to look at him, almost instinctively.

"I really..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a grumbling sound came from her stomach.

"People get hungry. You're not made by a machine."

He glanced at her lightly.

..."

Gu Nuan was completely silent. He was in his car and could only let him do it.

"Then find a dessert shop."

In her current situation, she probably could only drink something cold like sugar water.

"What's good in the dessert shop? If you don't have enough soup and water, the patient should eat something light."

He refuted her proposal.

..."

She was speechless. Wasn't the syrup in the dessert shop light?

After a few turns, the car finally stopped at a rather spacious but quiet roadside.

"The Chaozhou porridge here is good. Your current situation is probably only suitable for porridge."

Wenren Zhen said to gu nuan as he got out of the car.

"Chaozhou porridge doesn't seem to be cooked at noon,"

Gu Nuan cautiously reminded him that Chaozhou porridge should be for supper at night.

"Well, he promised to make an exception this afternoon."

Wenren Zhen answered faintly and led her to a narrow alley ahead.

He promised to make an exception?

The owner of the porridge shop should be his friend.

The alley was a little narrow, and the road was a little bumpy. Gu Nuan followed Wenren Zhen and walked with a single step.

"The porridge shop is inside. The car can't drive in, so we have to go in by ourselves."

He explained to her faintly.

Gu Nuan looked around suspiciously. It was afternoon, but because of the overcast weather and the lack of street lights in the alley, it looked a little dark and a little crooked.

She walked a little slowly. He walked a few steps in front of her and stopped to wait for her. He turned around and urged her:

"Hurry up, or the porridge will be cold. We haven't arrived yet."

..."

Gu Nuan was speechless. Wasn't he a gentleman just now? Why is he so gentle now?

Gu Nuan followed him with one foot and one foot. After two turns, he finally saw a three-story restaurant with the words "Authentic Chaozhou casserole porridge" written on the horizontal light box.

It was quiet in the afternoon, and there were hardly any diners in the porridge shop, as if it was a private place.

Perhaps it was Wenren Zhen who called in advance to order it. As soon as they entered, the waiter immediately served a large pot of fish fillet and chicken porridge.

The rice was cooked in advance, thick and suitable, fish fillet and chicken shredded into the pot for 20 minutes, the entrance will melt, the sweetness is incomparable.

Gu Nuan grew up in Bincheng and drank all kinds of porridge when he was young, but it was the first time he had such delicious porridge in a casserole like today.

The redness and swelling on her lips had subsided a lot because of the medicine, but she still could not eat hot porridge. Wenren Zhen's rare kindness was to use a spare bowl to heat her up.

The warm and cold porridge was carefully put into his mouth with a small spoon. It melted at the mouth and tasted so delicious that he could barely swallow his tongue.

Wenren Zhen was sitting right across from her, drinking his porridge in an elegant manner, with the same expression as eating steak in a high-end western restaurant.

After two bowls of porridge, Gu Nuan's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his whole body suddenly brightened up. He could not help but sigh.

"Didn't you just come back from abroad? You can even find a place like this. It's really delicious."

Wenren Zhen looked up at her and continued to eat his porridge. He was too lazy to talk to her. Instead, he knocked on the bowl of porridge that had been dried for her with his chopsticks and signaled her to eat it quickly.

When the porridge was almost ready, footsteps sounded in the stairwell. Gu Nuan looked up and saw a man in his thirties walking down the stairs.

The man was dressed in a tang suit, shaved and handsome. If it weren't for the scar on his left face and ear, he would be as handsome as Wenren Zhen.

Because he was dressed in a tang suit, and because he was young and elegant, he looked like a man of letters and a monk in seclusion.

He came to the table and looked at Wenren Zhen, who was eating porridge. He greeted him with a smile on his lips.

"This is the first time you've brought a girl to my porridge shop, and it's still noon. It's really rare."