HBWnovel Chapter 459 Treating Wounds Before Meals
Chapter 459 Treating Wounds Before Meals
"Sister Mengyan, if I can really come back to life with your help today, I will definitely repay you and keep you company forever. Sister Mengyan, if you need my help in the future, I will definitely help you with all my might! I also have a mysterious gift to give you as a token of my gratitude!"
As Liu Wei spoke, he cupped his hands, tilted his head with a sly smile, blinked mysteriously, raised his eyebrows slightly, and had a subtle curve at the corner of his mouth, like a pirate who knew a secret that could not be told.
"Brother Liu, I was just kidding. I don't ask for your thanks. Stop being so secretive. I don't need your help, nor do I want your mysterious gifts. I just hope you can cherish my sister Yingying, find a happy ending with her, and live in a happy marriage forever!"
When Zhan Mengyan spoke, she was neither humble nor arrogant, and looked righteous.
"Okay, okay! I know my sister Meng Yan isn't someone who would repay a favor. But I, Liu Wei, am someone who repays even a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude! You'll get to know me better in the future, and I'll make sure you feel that helping me convince Zhan Yingying to forgive me today is the right decision."
As Liu Wei spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a deep gratitude.
"Alright, alright, come inside now, and stop showing your sincerity to each other!"
Yunqing looked at the two of them with a smile as she spoke.
Zhan Mengyan, Liu Wei pushed the door open and entered the room. A rich aroma of rice and vegetables hit him in the face, like an invisible hand gently tugging at the corner of Zhan Mengyan's clothes. The aroma first penetrated into her nose, then followed her breath all the way down, swirling in her chest, and finally landing steadily in Zhan Mengyan's empty stomach.
Zhan Mengyan sniffed: the aroma of braised spareribs, tinged with the spicy flavor of star anise and cinnamon; the freshness of stir-fried bean sprouts, tinged with the charred aroma of sautéed garlic; and the steaming heat of rice, mingled with a faint sweetness...
These smells intertwined together and condensed into a warm mist in the kitchen, dispelling all the winter chill.
From the kitchen, the sound of spatulas clashing could be heard, and oil sizzled in the iron pot of stewed fish. Zhan Yingying, wearing the washed-out blue floral apron she'd brought back from the barbershop, with beads of sweat on her temples, called out without turning back, "Sister Mengyan, go wash your hands! The last soup will be ready soon."
Water droplets condensed on the window glass. The casserole on the stove was bubbling. A wisp of white steam slipped out along the edge of the lid. Zhan Mengyan leaned forward and sniffed: "Sister Yingying, what kind of dish are you making? It smells so good!"
"Look, you're like a greedy little cat. Wash your hands quickly! Oh, how did you get your hands hurt like this?! Quick, let me disinfect them!"
While Zhan Yingying was speaking, she patted Zhan Mengyan's hand and discovered Zhan Mengyan's injury. She felt very distressed and hurriedly found the medicine box to treat Zhan Mengyan's wound.
"Sister Yingying, I just accidentally fell off my bike and got a small scrape. Don't worry about me, it will scab over in a few days. Let's eat first. Everyone is probably hungry. Don't delay your meal because of me."
As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she pulled her hand away from Zhan Yingying.
"Behave yourself! Don't move around! How can eating be more important than your injured hand? You've been outside for so long in this cold weather, and I ignored Liu Wei. What good do you and Liu Wei have to talk about? If you don't go back to the house and treat your wound early, your hand will be ruined if it gets frozen. Wounds are more susceptible to infection if you delay treatment. How can you still write with your hands? You can even hurt yourself while riding a bicycle. You're really something!"
When Zhan Yingying spoke, her eyes were full of heartache.
When Zhan Yingying touched Zhan Mengyan's wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, Zhan Mengyan grimaced in pain: "Sister Yingying, be gentle, be gentle..."
"Just bear with it, it will be fine soon."