After a long time with no response, Xia Bing was in a hurry and didn’t want to argue with him.
Leaving, Xia Bing couldn’t help but sigh. How did she end up attracting such a plague god?
When Xia Bing arrived at the hospital, she found there was already noise from the sickroom.
“Sorry, Aunt Wen, I’m late.”
Aunt Wen saw it was Xia Bing and quickly told her not to busy herself.
Xia Bing went in and saw Chen Hai Jun, first pausing, then greeting him.
“Aunt Wen, what would you like for breakfast?” Xia Bing casually asked Chen Hai Jun what he wanted to eat.
All of this was seen by Aunt Wen, who thought they were clearly meant for each other, and her gaze became more and more loving.
“Hai Jun just brought some soup. Neither of you has eaten, so go out and eat together…”
Xia Bing heard Aunt Wen and smiled embarrassedly at Chen Hai Jun. She accepted Aunt Wen’s suggestion and went out with Hai Jun.
They chatted while walking.
“Thank you so much. I didn’t even think about the soup. I almost didn’t wake up this morning…” Xia Bing smiled apologetically at Hai Jun.
“Just made it casually, very convenient.” Hai Jun smiled, not expecting Xia Bing to be a bit scatterbrained. Remembering what Aunt Wen said, his smile deepened.
“Easy? You didn’t have someone else make it, did you?” Xia Bing laughed, not believing he made it himself.
Hai Jun just smiled.
“Really made by you? I didn’t expect that. I thought men all believed in ‘gentlemen stay away from the kitchen’, Hai Jun. You’re really impressive. Apart from Cheng Hui, you’re the first man I know who can cook.” Xia Bing gave a thumbs up.
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Hai Jun laughed, saying he knew more than she realized.
“Aren’t most chefs men?”
“That’s different. That’s a profession. Men who can cook are really rare.”
Seeing Xia Bing’s emotional expression, Hai Jun graciously accepted her praise.
They entered a breakfast shop. Hai Jun asked Xia Bing what she wanted to eat and offered to order.
“No need. I’ll go with you. As the one treating, I can’t not pay…” Xia Bing playfully winked.
