Ling Chenchen stared at Cheng Jiuyuan with a pair of immature and crystal-clear eyes, which were filled with panic about the world.
"You don't have to be afraid, you just need to say which one is in abc." Cheng Jiuyuan said to him gently.
"a." Ling Chenchen spoke suddenly.
Getting this answer was expected by Cheng Jiuyuan.
This child is probably a picky eater, and he will never stick to anything he doesn't like to eat.
Today I suddenly said that I want to eat claypot rice, it must be the claypot rice that has the taste of his memory.
The claypot rice that Ling Xuanhan gave him just now didn't suit his taste, so he didn't eat it.
If he didn't want his daddy to feed him, he wouldn't even take the first bite.
Although Cheng Jiuyuan knew the reason why Ling Chenchen didn't eat, he still asked him and asked him to do multiple-choice questions in order to get him to talk to him.
"That's easy. Uncle, can I change a bowl for you? The premise is that you have to tell uncle first, what flavor do you like?" Cheng Jiuyuan spoke to him patiently and gently.
Ling Chenchen still kept the posture of holding his legs, and did not speak.
Cheng Jiuyuan asked him a few more questions, but he still didn't speak.
According to Cheng Jiuyuan's experience, today Ling Chenchen answered more questions than the upper limit, and he will not speak anymore.
Then he went out with the claypot rice and said to Ling Xuanhan who was waiting at the door: "He doesn't like the taste of this claypot rice. Do you think he has eaten someone's special claypot rice before?"
Ling Xuanhan frowned slightly, thought for a while, but there was no result.
He didn't remember that Ling Chenchen had eaten claypot rice before, or who made the claypot rice.
Cheng Jiuyuan knew at a glance that he must have neglected to take care of his children and only cared about making money.
"Think of other ways to let the child eat what he likes, even if he is hungry all the time." Cheng Jiuyuan said.
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At night, Shi Miao took care of Zhan Yeling and fell asleep, so she got up and went back to Yening Garden to take a shower.
The next day, early in the morning, Shi Miao came to Zhan Yeling's ward with the breakfast brought from Ye Ning Garden.
"Look what I brought you." When Shi Miao entered the door, he saw Zhan Yeling sitting on the head of the bed, obviously woke up early.
She put the food on the tea table, and classified breakfast and Chinese food: "This porridge and boiled eggs are for breakfast, and there are two bowls of claypot rice. I can eat it after heating it in the microwave at noon."
"Is there claypot rice? Can you lend me a bowl?" Cheng Jiuyuan came in to make the rounds, just in time to hear Shi Miao talking about claypot rice.
Shi Miao was curious: "What do you want claypot rice for?"
"A child came to the hospital with autism. He hasn't touched a single grain of rice since yesterday afternoon, and he's just waiting for claypot rice that suits his taste." Cheng Jiuyuan explained that it was also because he felt so sorry for the child.
Originally thin and small, his face turned pale with hunger and he didn't want to eat, so he insisted on eating the claypot rice he wanted.
From yesterday to this morning, Ling Xuanhan bought almost all the claypot rice in the city, none of which met Ling Chenchen's taste.
"That's it, then you can give it to him to eat." Shi Miao handed him a box of claypot rice.
Cheng Jiuyuan took it, and greeted Zhan Yeling: "How do you feel today?"
"Same as usual." Zhan Yeling said.
"The nurse will come to give you a drip later, let's have breakfast first." Cheng Jiuyuan went out after finishing speaking.
Shi Miao came to Zhan Yeling's bedside with the porridge, and brought the porridge to his mouth.
Zhan Yeling didn't open his mouth to eat, but said, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Shi Meow: "..."
Zhan Yeling said again: "You help me go."