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His clothes had always been neat and bright, spotless, when had he ever been so disheveled? Looking around, there wasn't a large commercial market. Instead, there was a small clothing store at the corner of the street.

When Song Ming's sword went in, the young female shop assistant screamed in fear and grabbed a chair to defend herself. Song Mingjian did not want to talk to her any longer, so he casually picked up a blue shirt that barely fit him, threw down a few bills, and left.

The saleswoman put down her chair and counted the bills, which far exceeded the value of the dress. When he wanted to call Song Mingjian back, he found that he had already disappeared into the sea of people.

That person … It looked like it was growing... Very handsome! The female shop assistant recalled Song Mingjian's appearance and regretted that she missed the chance to get to know him.

Song Mingjian went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of ingredients. Since the hospital had a kitchen, it would be good to use this opportunity to learn how to cook.

He placed the rice, lilies, and herbs into a pot and boiled it. Then, he changed the pot to the fire, and followed the instructions on the recipe. The boiling porridge quickly overflowed the pot lid, and a string of sparkling little bubbles appeared on the back of Song Ming's hand.

It was really useless. He could even hurt her by cooking porridge, and he even grabbed her stomach! Song Ming opened the water cage and used cold water to touch the back of his hand. Thinking back to when Gu Xiangling had scalded his hand while brewing tea for him, her love for her deepened.

Only when one truly loved a person, would one be willing to wash their hands and cook the broth, even if it meant being injured.

According to the menu, Song Mingjian made a few light and delicious dishes: stir-fried shrimp cabbage, oyster sauce, double mushrooms, asparagus meat, and winter melon ball soup. They were both simple dishes, but Song Mingjian had spent a great deal of effort to cook them. Either he had burned his hand while cooking, or his finger had been injured while cutting the vegetables, and even his face had been splashed with hot oil.

Finally, the food was ready. Song Mingjian entered the ward and called out to Gu Xiangling a few times. She opened her eyes, and they were completely misty. What's wrong with me? "

With just a few words, Song Ming had told her everything. She frowned out of habit and sighed deeply, "I'm in so much trouble, isn't I?"

"Taking care of the one you love is a type of happiness." Song Ming kissed her forehead like a dragonfly touching the water. She remained motionless as he accepted his kiss. Song Mingjian instantly became greedy, and he kissed his on the lips. Her lips trembled as he opened them, and Song Mingjian lightly sucked on her a few times before letting go.

He could not continue. Otherwise, if he were to ignite his flames, it would be very difficult to control them.

After placing the dishes on the table one by one, Song Mingjian could not help but blush. Those dishes should have originally been very refreshing and pleasant to the ear, but under his manipulation, they were all completely different.

Fortunately, he had tasted them one by one and was barely able to eat them. After serving a bowl of porridge to Gu Xiangling, he stammered, "Um, this is really my first time cooking. If I can't cook well, can I just eat a little?"

Gu Xiangling's heart ached, and her eyes burned once again. She turned her head and took a deep breath.

It's over, it's all over. She had completely fallen because of this man. How could his EQ be so high? He had instantly warmed her ice-cold heart. He was afraid that one day, he would once again throw her into hell.

When Song Mingjian saw her expression, he thought that she had lost his appetite. Holding the bowl of porridge in his hands, he advised softly, "Even if he has no appetite, he needs to eat a little.

He scooped up a spoonful of congee and lightly blew on it. He was still worried, so he used his lips to test the temperature. After making sure it wasn't hot, he brought it to Gu Xiangling's mouth. "Darling, since I've spent so much effort, you should at least eat some."

Gu Xiangling obediently drank a few mouthfuls of congee. The consistency was just right. It was quite surprising that he, who had never been to the kitchen before, was able to make such a delicacy. Song Mingjian was so excited that he beamed. He did not care about his own food as he continued to serve Gu Xiangling breakfast.

"Alright, I really can't eat anymore." Gu Xiangling forced Song Mingjian to hurry up and eat breakfast. He had been tired the entire night, so he was definitely hungry. "Unintentionally, she saw the burn on the back of Song Ming's sword-like hand." "Ah, you …"