Chapter 1580

Lu Zexiao took the wind to see his office.

Feng saw that the nearest shop was not busy, so he made soup to see Lu Zexiao.

He still went to the hospital on time, but not as frequently as before. After all, Lu's side is also very busy.

Feng Jian always waited for Lu Zexiao to see her and felt it was a long time, and he was very hard, so she decided to take the initiative to come and see Lu Zexiao in the future whenever she had nothing to do.

"The soup I made is a new one. You can try it if it tastes good. If it tastes good, I will continue to make it for you next time. If it doesn't taste good, I will learn a new one."

Lu Zexiao saw Feng saw Zhang Luoshengtang and pulled her to the sofa and sat down.

"Don't be in a hurry to drink the soup, let me see your face first."

Kazami has now put on a thin band-aid, and the cut has already healed.

He carefully opened a little bit, there were blood scabs, but the wound did heal well.

"The scab has already formed. Use the medicine according to the doctor's arrangement. The blood scab will fall off naturally and there will be no scar. Don't worry."

Lu Zexiao was afraid that Feng Jian would care about this matter, so every time he saw her, he would comfort her.

He gently put the Band-Aid on Fengjian again, it was no different from the original one.

"However, I feel a little itchy recently, and I always want to scratch it, or pick it with my hands."

Lu Zexiao immediately looked at Feng Jian seriously and stopped her.

He opened his mouth to educate Fengjian as if he were educating a disobedient child, "This is your flesh and blood rebirth, you can't move around, or you will only blame yourself if you leave scars."

Feng Jian smiled, "Okay, I get it."

Although she cared about her face, Lu Zexiao cared more about her than herself. Although she was happy, she still felt a little awkward.

Feng Jian had a doubt in his heart, "If I really have a scar on my face and become ugly, will you dislike me? Will you separate from me?"

Lu Zexiao frowned tightly.

Kazami looked at him as if nothing had happened, "I think you care more about my face than I do myself."

Lu Zexiao immediately hugged her, "We have gone through so much, and you are the best in my heart. I gave up the opportunity to choose other people very early, I only want you."

His words moved Kazami so much that he hugged him tightly.

"I see."

She now understood that Lu Zexiao's worry was just for her, fearing that she would feel bad because of this scar.

Then the two of them drank the soup stewed by Kazami together.

Kazami scooped up a spoonful and was about to put it into his own mouth, "I haven't tasted what I made myself, so I wanted to bring it for you to drink first."

Lu Zexiao smiled and took a spoonful, and he put it into his mouth faster than Feng Jian.

"good."

When he said this, he paused after taking a sip.

Kazami saw that his expression was normal and sang a sip by himself, but after drinking it, he found that the soup tasted amazing, but it was different from what he expected.

It's not bad, it just tastes weird.

Kazami was a little confused at the time, so she called Qingqing and asked, describing the taste of the soup.

Qingqing's research on cooking has been very energetic and professional recently, and she is almost catching up with the rigor of academic research.

"What do you mean by this smell?"

Qingqing hesitated, "Does your soup need starch?"

"Yep."

After listening to this sentence, Qingqing answered Fengjian with certainty, "Then you must have misplaced it."