Chapter 42

Beijing Ren'ai Hospital.

Lu Jing walked into the inpatient department with wind under her feet, wearing a soft white wool sweater.

Unlike her usual worried face, she was rosy today, her long hair scattered, looking like she was bathed in the spring breeze, very happy.

Including the sound of her voice, it seemed to be a point higher than usual: "A Chuan! Let's eat dumplings at noon!"

Lu Chuan put away the tablet and looked up at her: "Why are you so happy?"

Lu Jing opened the thermos bag in her hand on the table and smiled back at him: "Is there?"

Lu Chuan:...

If you didn't smile on your face when you turned back, it wouldn't be so obvious.

"Is there any bad luck on Zhou Yongzhi's side?"

Thinking carefully, the only thing that could make his mother look so happy during this period is probably that her scum ex-husband had bad luck, right?

Lu Jing had already taken out two huge thermos boxes, and while opening the lids, she scolded him:

"What are you saying? That's your dad! Even if you hope he has bad luck, what does it have to do with me? Bad luck."

Then you are happy for no reason...

Lu Chuan simply didn't ask.

At this moment, Lu Jing handed him a heavy thermos box—it was really a big box, filled with dumplings, counting up to thirty or fifty!

A small grid next to it contained some vinegar, but not much.

At this moment, the fragrance of dumplings and the sour fragrance of vinegar rushed to his face, and Lu Chuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling that his dormant appetite was suddenly awakened.

"So many dumplings? Mom, let's split—"

Halfway through his sentence, he saw Lu Jing also sitting in front of the hospital bed, opening the same thermos box in her hand. Compared to his, the dumplings inside were probably only a few less.

"Mom," Lu Chuan hesitated: "Are there too many dumplings?"

However, no one answered him anymore.

Only to see Lu Jing couldn't wait to pick up a fat dumpling and stuff it directly into her mouth.

After eating three in a row like this, she remembered that she still had a sick son, so she hurriedly looked up at him, urging him carelessly:

"Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

Lu Chuan was silent for a moment, and also picked up his chopsticks.

Staying in the hospital for a long time, he didn't have a good appetite, but at this moment, smelling the fragrance of the dumplings, he suddenly felt his stomach rumbling.

Until a dumpling entered his mouth, that indescribable fragrance and meat aroma intertwined, accompanied by the fresh juice bursting in his mouth...

Lu Chuan slowly chewed and swallowed this dumpling, and then aimed at the next one without raising his head.

This silent eating broadcast meeting lasted until halfway, until the slightly hidden hospital room door was suddenly knocked open.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man also wearing a hospital gown, with neat short hair and dark skin. Under his arm was a crutch, and one leg was wrapped tightly.

He leaned on the crutch, his originally serious eyebrows suddenly became embarrassed, and then smiled apologetically: "That... cough... I... what... what are you eating?"

Lu Chuan met his gaze, and had never experienced such a thing in his life, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

And Lu Jing next to him laughed "pfft", and the man standing at the door had a red face, looking even more embarrassed.

She hurriedly tried to hold back her laughter: "Sorry, sorry—we're eating dumplings, shepherd's purse and pork."

Closer, she clearly saw the man's throat roll, and then even the roots of his ears turned red:

"May I ask where you bought them?"

After he finished asking, seeing Lu Jing not speaking, he hurriedly explained: "I live in the ward opposite, the smell was too fragrant, getting more and more fragrant, I couldn't help it... sorry."

Thinking of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, still running over to ask because of a mouthful of dumplings, it's really shameful.

He turned his body, intending to escape this embarrassing hospital room quickly.

And Lu Jing, seeing him like that, felt embarrassed herself—these dumplings are indeed delicious, she was stuffed last night, and now that someone came to ask, how could she laugh at him?

So she hurriedly shouted: "That... if you don't mind, I have extra, you bring a bowl over, I'll serve you some."

The man opposite limped on one leg, walking hurriedly to get a bowl. It seems that although he said he was embarrassed, he couldn't wait to eat in his heart.

And Lu Chuan watched her scoop out half of the dumplings in her lunch box, endured it, but couldn't help it:

"I can eat it."

Lu Jing looked at him reproachfully: "I can eat it too! But I had a stomachache from being stuffed last night, and I didn't learn my lesson at noon, and boiled so many..."

She tried to hide her reluctance, putting on an indifferent expression: "It just so happens that someone likes to eat, and I can control my appetite."

"By the way, A Chuan, scoop out a few from your bowl too, I only thought about letting you eat more when I boiled the dumplings, forgetting that you didn't have much appetite for a while, don't break your stomach."

Saying this, she took his lunch box without allowing refusal, while sighing:

"Am I in Beijing for too long? Why do I feel these hometown shepherd's purse are so delicious?"

"Hometown's?"

Lu Chuan was surprised.

"Yes," Lu Jing looked at him: "Didn't you leave our address for that little girl last time? Last night, Fengfeng Express sent ten pounds of wild vegetables from Ning Province, most of which were shepherd's purse."

"I saw they were so fresh, so I hurriedly bought meat to make dumplings."

It's just that I didn't expect them to be so delicious, I originally only boiled ten dumplings to taste as a midnight snack, but after boiling one pot after another, eating ten after ten...

I ate thirty, swallowed two digestive tablets, and tossed and turned half the night before falling asleep.

But don't tell the child in detail, it's shameful.

But this was enough to surprise Lu Chuan.

He remembered the WeChat message he sent, and then there was no movement, and suddenly he was happy:

This girl really doesn't say half a word of empty talk, saying she would send wild vegetables, she sent wild vegetables.

This kind of personality made Lu Chuan breathe a sigh of relief—he was really afraid that the other party would come to repay or thank him for his great kindness.

Therefore, he put down all his inner resistance.

And then, tasting the remaining dumplings reluctantly, he felt more and more that giving the address was not a loss.

And at this time, the patient opposite came to knock on the door, and the man shyly handed over a lunch box, making Lu Jing almost laugh out loud again.

She tried hard to hold back, and then scooped dumplings into it.

The patient at the door was shy and embarrassed, and his stomach was uncooperative, rumbling, making the mother and son in the hospital room look over.

The middle-aged man simply broke the jar and fell: "Are these dumplings made by yourselves? Which family's meat and vegetables are they? The taste is really good! Just smelling the fragrance, my saliva is flowing down."

Lu Jing handed the lunch box back: "Yes, the meat is black pork bought at the supermarket, but the shepherd's purse was sent by a little girl in the countryside..."

She smiled embarrassedly, clearly not intending to give the contact information for the vegetables.

The man opposite was stunned, and then remembered something, hurriedly turned around and picked up two bags of fruit from the floor at the door:

"That... really sorry, thank you."

After speaking, he put the fruit at the door, and the crutch "clattered" and walked into his hospital room at high speed, not giving anyone a chance to refuse.