The doctor said that Lu Zexiao's trauma was quite serious. Although it was not infected, it was more difficult to recover than other traumas, mainly because the wound was deeper.

In the recovery stage, you can't do things that use your arms hard, such as hugging hard, driving, and... that kind of thing.

"fine."

Lu Zexiao said he was fine, but Feng Jian was not at ease.

In the evening, Feng Jian made soup for Lu Zexiao according to the food recommended by the nutritionist.

During the whole cooking process, the emphasis was on reducing salt, and Kazami emphasized this point, almost no salt was added, which made it really painful for Lu Zexiao to eat, which was equivalent to having no taste.

"Kazemi, would you like to taste the soup you made yourself?"

He scooped up a spoonful for Fengjian to taste, she moved her tongue and laughed immediately after drinking it.

"I seem to have learned it wrong. This may be for pregnant women..."

After Feng Jian finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing, Lu Zexiao looked at Feng Jian and teased her, saying that he would feed her all the remaining soup.

She escaped in the end, and in order to apologize, Feng Jian asked Lu Zexiao to go out to eat.

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Feng Jian took Lu Zexiao for a stroll in the business district near his home, looking at the newly opened restaurant.

Lu Zexiao usually wouldn't eat at restaurants in this kind of business district, because there were so many people.

Feng Jian looked at it for a long time but still couldn't settle down, Lu Zexiao took her hand to stop her from wandering around, "I'll call a car to pick it up now, and let them arrange the restaurant."

When she heard this, she was not happy, "I will arrange the treat naturally, why do you look down on me?"

"That was not what I meant."

Fengjian replied unconvinced, "It's fine if it doesn't mean that, let's go, go in, go upstairs, I've already decided what to eat."

She took Lu Zexiao to a barbecue restaurant, and when she entered, it smelled of smoke.

Feng Jian was very excited to smell the smell, but Lu Zexiao was actually disgusted. His rationality told him that this restaurant was far away from his passing score in terms of hygiene and environment.

If the smoke exhaust system is so bad, customers will be contaminated with body odor when they eat. If there are any important activities in the future, won't it affect the overall image.

"I think we'd better change."

As Lu Zexiao spoke solemnly, Feng Jian immediately grabbed him.

"No, I won't change it here. If you really don't accept it, you can leave."

Fengjian's life was like this, and Lu Zexiao's behavior constantly reminded her that the lives of the two of them were incompatible, which made Fengjian feel better.

No matter in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, the two people are far apart.

At home, Lu Zexiao was dissatisfied with the breakfast prepared by Feng Jian, and Lu Zexiao complained about the home clothes she prepared, and felt that nothing he did was right.

Although Lu Zexiao was willing to accommodate him because of his injury, he had to have a head.

Feng Jian stubbornly wanted to stay in this barbecue restaurant, but Lu Zexiao felt choked when he smelled the oily smoke. He coughed twice, but Feng Jian ignored it and had already paid for it.

The waiter took Kazami and Lu Zexiao to a corner location, the location was not well lit, and it was not easy to disperse the smell, which made Lu Zexiao very dissatisfied.

Feng Jian didn't care what expression Lu Zexiao had on his face, anyway, he was going to eat here today.