[DotA2] Holy Sword

No.20 Six battle recovery ring

I don't know if it's because there is plenty of time in the hospital, but the nurse adjusted the drip very slowly.When Yan Che came back, he had just entered halfway through the call.

Yan Che, who came in with a bowl of porridge, had a medical mask on his face.Although the morning sun was not so harsh, the hair tips on his forehead and cheeks were still a little wet after he had been running around outside.

In early autumn when the temperature does not decrease, wearing a mask will definitely not be too comfortable.Breathing through two layers of special materials sounds particularly heavy.

After propping up the bed table, smelling the delicious smell of chicken porridge with mushrooms, the frail patient who hadn't eaten breakfast, started to growl at this time.However, as soon as he took a small sip, the heart-piercing sound in his throat forced him to stop holding the spoon.

Seeing this, Yan Che asked with concern and doubts, "What's the matter? Is it not good?"

The pale-faced An Rongyu frowned and pointed to his throat, and made another gesture of typing on the mobile phone. Yan Che understood and handed him the mobile phone.Soon, he typed a line in the memo: my throat hurts too much.

It seems that this porridge will not be able to drink for a while.After explaining the situation to the doctor in charge, the other party decided to let him drink glucose water temporarily, wait for his throat to open up, and then see if he can drink porridge.

So, in order to prevent the mucous membranes from growing together, he had to drink glucose water non-stop and forcefully open his throat from time to time.Every time you swallow, you are repeatedly uncovering the scars.

It took two hours to finish a small bowl of porridge.Maybe it was too thick and hard to swallow, so Yan Che specifically asked the store to make it thinner for the next meal of porridge with vegetables and lean meat.

After that, I changed three bottles of different medicines and took eight hours of injections. After the needles were withdrawn, the high fever still persisted.During the period, when playing with the mobile phone, the needle was crooked, and it was only discovered when the hand was swollen into a bun.

Yan Che's face turned blue and white, and after getting the nurse to give another needle in the other hand, he confiscated the phone with a straight face, then looked at the fat hand that didn't match his thin face, and finally I couldn't help laughing.

Without a mobile phone to express his indignation, An Rongyu could only pouted his lips, looked resentfully at the person whose face was about to smile crookedly, and took a few close-ups, and mouthed three words: Does it look good? .

Yan Che nodded, and answered with his mouth, "It looks good."

After the temperature was taken, the patient whose hands were swollen finally said that he did not want to sleep in the hospital.Considering that the worker's hospital is not far from home, he agreed to go home and rest, and come back at [-] o'clock in the morning to continue the injection.

Ever since Yan Che brought a change of clothes that day, he seemed to have decided to stay with An Rongyu temporarily, so that he could keep an eye on his condition at any time, serve him tea and water, wash and fold quilts, and feed him regularly, and continue to feed him the rest of the time Read textbooks.

After being kept in captivity and hung on water for three days, his throat finally healed, and he could finally drink porridge and steamed eggs without pain.Before leaving, I took my body temperature and the fever subsided.

Just when both of them breathed a sigh of relief and were about to go through the discharge procedures, the doctor said that they needed to continue to receive injections for two days to consolidate.Seeing that his mental state had improved, Yan Che begged the head nurse to insert a needle into his left hand so that his right hand could read and write normally.

When he saw Yan Che packing textbooks and teaching aids in his bag before going out, An Rongyu, who was lucky enough to classify himself as old, weak and sick, naively thought that he was planning to prepare lessons in the ward.It wasn't until the two books were neatly placed on the table of his hospital bed that he froze in embarrassment for a few seconds, and then he tried his best to squeeze out a ferocious smile and said that he really wanted to catch up with the progress as soon as possible.

He hung on the water for another three days, and after confirming that the body temperature and other indicators were normal, he was released by the attending doctor.However, I can't go to crowded places for the time being, and I have to rest at home for three days. If I don't have a fever again, I can go to school.

After returning the hospital card and paying the expenses, Yan Che led An Rongyu, who was alive and kicking again, to the nurse's station to thank him.Before leaving, the head nurse also expressed regret: "Hey, young man, you said that it would be great if you were a college student now, so that I can introduce my daughter to know each other." She really showed an extremely regretful expression.

When he heard this, An Rongyu was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.

A trace of inexplicable complex emotions flashed in Yan Che's eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, but he soon returned to his usual gentle smile, and politely thanked the doctors and nurses who took care of An Ronghe in the past few days .

Walking out of the inpatient building, Yan Che said in a neutral tone: "I can't tell, you're quite popular, and the head nurse wants to introduce you to a girlfriend."

Looking at Yan Che's crooked eyes at this time, the smiling peach blossom eyes are already pretty, and with the addition of two cute lying silkworms, his whole face seems to say that he is in a good mood.

However, An Rongyu actually saw a hint of "hehe" in this charming smile, and inexplicably got goosebumps all over his body.Intuition told him that this sentence was difficult to answer.

But you can't stop talking.So he answered tremblingly: "Brother, that's me... I'm getting old, so my aunt thought of going there... In fact, no matter how you look at it, brother looks better! And you are tender, she thinks you are still young." Small, so...so grab me and talk nonsense."

He didn't know whether Yan Che was satisfied with this explanation, but after hearing this obviously nonsense, he burst out laughing.

In Shang'an City at ten o'clock in the morning, the lanes just after the morning rush hour were still tightly congested.The air near the front of each car swayed and danced in the scorching hot wind that was already baked.Through the windows, everyone in the car looked agitated.

After recovering from a serious illness, An Rongyu, who even drank porridge for a week, lost a lot of weight.His face, which was originally wheat-colored, had turned pale, and his lips had lost all color.The depressions on both sides of the cheeks are more obvious, and it looks very haggard.

But no matter how hard he begged Yan Che to say that he wanted to have a good meal, he was mercilessly rejected by the other party. After all, the doctor said not to go to crowded places.

But it's true that you can't just continue to eat liquid food. While your body has recovered more than half, you should take good supplements and slowly keep up with nutrition.

An Rongyu, who thought he would continue to drink porridge, looked dejected like a big golden retriever with drooping ears.Seeing his pitiful appearance, Yan Che sighed and asked, "Can you lend me your kitchen?"

Is Yan Che going to cook for himself?Thinking of An Rongyu here, he is happier than going out to eat a big meal, and regardless of whether he has a headache or not, he ordered a few times like a chicken pecking at rice.

After that, the two stopped by a nearby supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients.Fortunately, it was still in the morning, the supermarket had just opened, and there were only a dozen or so customers at this time. Yan Che, who originally wanted An Rongyu to go home first, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the first time for the two to go to the supermarket together, An Rong and Xi smiled.Yan Che was afraid that he would be tired, so he didn't let him push the cart, so he just followed Yan Che with a smile, thinking in his heart that this scene really resembled the two getting married and living together.

Yan Che stopped and went, picking out a bunch of fresh vegetables. During the period, An Rongyu tried to help him pick out together, but the ones he picked out were crooked melons and dates, and Yan Che put them back with a smile one by one. There were even sprouted potatoes.

Finally, when An Rongyu tried to hand over a chicken wing with bristles again, Yan Che said dumbfoundedly: "I've never bought vegetables with him before, have I? You, save me some trouble."

The little brat who did bad things with good intentions blushed instantly, scratched his head, and moaned, "Okay..."

Seeing him so pitifully idle, Yan Che asked, "What fruit do you want to eat?"

After serious consideration, An Rongyu found that he was hardly picky eaters, he would eat whatever was at home, including fruit, and would grab and eat whatever was on hand, so he replied: "Hmm...it seems that there is nothing I particularly want to eat, and there is nothing What you don’t want to eat...Brother, you can just pick it.”

After weighing a few bags of meat, they went to the fruit area.Yan Che picked out a few apples, a few pears, a handful of bananas, and a small watermelon.

After paying the bill, the two of them raised their hands full and walked towards An's house.

During this time, the key has always been in Yan Che's hands. After opening the door this time, he returned the key to the original owner.After entering the house, put all the vegetables, meat and fruits that were not cooked today into the refrigerator and put them in the refrigerator, and then went to the kitchen with the remaining vegetables.

An Rongyu followed in, saying that he was here to help.Yan Che naturally didn't expect him to pick vegetables, and always felt that he would pick off all the edible ones, so he asked him to peel the potatoes.At the same time, Yan Che was dealing with the bought wings.

After blanching the chicken wings with boiling water, I looked back and saw that the potato, which was the size of a fist just now, had been peeled into half.I took another casual look at the potato skins in the trash can—maybe they couldn't be called potato skins anymore, they were clearly potato cubes with skins on.

"If you cut it like this, it won't be enough for me to make a meal." Yan Che said helplessly, "Come on, give it to me."

He took the peeler, picked up the only surviving potato, and peeled it in a demonstration.Although some edible parts were scraped off, overall not much wasted.

An Rongyu just stared at him blankly, the golden light dripped on his pretty face, his soft and bright lips curled up slightly, it was so quiet and beautiful.How wonderful it would be if such a perfect person only belonged to himself.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Che said with a smile, "Have you learned it yet?"

I was patronizing and watching him just now, so how could I be in the mood to pay attention to that annoying potato?

The boy who was completely distracted said falteringly: "Yes, I learned."

Yan Che continued to process the chicken wings. He used kitchen paper to absorb the water from the chicken wings that he had just taken out, put some oil in the pan, and turned to low heat to fry the chicken wings until golden.After seeing that each chicken wing is yellow, put in the bought cola, cooking wine, dark soy sauce, and light soy sauce, just covering all the chicken wings, stir well, cover the pot and start to simmer.

Afterwards, he went to beat four more eggs, An Rongyu still clamored for help, Yan Che thought for a while, there must be no moths in the eggs, so he reluctantly handed over this physical work to him.

Cut the potatoes that have just been peeled into small pieces, soak them in clean water, and then remove the chicken thighs.The meat quality of chicken leg meat is more tender than that of chicken breast meat. After cutting it into pieces, add some starch and curry powder to grab it, and put it aside to marinate.

After cutting a few carrots, I looked at the egg liquid beaten by the coolie, and it seemed to be doing well.It happened to be chopping onions, so I asked him to leave first, so as not to burn his eyes.

This onion is so powerful, even though I washed the knife in cold water for a while, I couldn't help but wet my eyes.Fortunately, they came and went quickly, seeing Yan Che put the chopped onions in the bowl, An Rongyu walked in again.

At this moment, the alarm clock for braised chicken wings had just ended, Yan Che lifted the lid of the pot and turned the heat to high to collect the juice.Take another pot, heat the oil to boiling hot, and then quickly add the marinated chicken.

The chicken that had been caught by the starch was put into the hot oil pan without splashing oil. Yan Che quickly stir-fried the chicken pieces. After about 2 minutes, all the chicken pieces turned white. He quickly started the pan again and took the chicken out.

Continue to heat the remaining oil just now, add the onion and sauté until fragrant, then add the potatoes and continue to stir fry.After a while, pour the boiled water in the kettle just below the potatoes in the pot, then cover the pot and start cooking.

The juice of the chicken wings was almost harvested, and after a taste of the saltiness, it was ready to serve without adding any seasoning.There is still some thick sauce left in the pot, which is evenly spread on the colorful|attractive chicken wings, smelling the slightly sweet taste, it can be said that it is already full of color and fragrance.

Seeing An Rong and eagerly looking at the plate of cola chicken wings, Yan Che said with a smile, "Eat it while it's hot, are you hungry?"

The hungry teenager nodded, and immediately grabbed a chicken wing and ate it.

"Brother, this is too delicious!" After swallowing one chicken wing whole, he ate the second one happily.

Yan Che lifted the pot where the potatoes were cooking, and put carrots and curry cubes in. After stirring, he tasted the soup, and then added some seasonings.

While cooking the curry, he washed the okra again.The cross-section of okra is in the shape of a star, which looks very childlike. When cut into horizontal slices of uniform thickness, it looks like a plate of cute little stars.

After cleaning the chicken wing pot, dry it, pour oil and start heating.The curry over there is almost cooked, add the stir-fried chicken legs, and cook again.After that, two bowls full of rice were filled in a small round bowl, and they were put on the big round plate for later use.

Put a little salt, chicken essence and water into the adjusted egg liquid, stir again and add a little sesame oil.After the oil pan just heated up, put in the sticky okra and stir-fry quickly, add a little salt and continue to stir-fry.

The okra is light and refreshing, not suitable for heavy seasoning, and it is easy to cook. When the heat is about the same, pour in the prepared egg liquid and stir fry quickly so that the egg liquid wraps the okra slices.

After the egg liquid solidified, Yan Che turned off the fire, turned the pot a few times to take advantage of the remaining heat, and put it on a plate.The original white inner core is evenly coated with the extremely tender fried egg liquid, turning into a light yellow, more like fluorescent stars in the sky.The fragrance of okra is intertwined with the fresh fragrance of eggs, and the simplest seasoning becomes very attractive.

While frying the okra, turn off the heat of the curry pot.The final step is to pour the cooked rich curry chicken over the rice plate, and you're done.

Considering that people who are recovering from a serious illness should avoid greasy, meaty and spicy curry, Yan Che chooses no spicy curry.The other dishes are also light with less oil, less salt, and no spicy taste. They are stewed soft and rotten, and they are also easy to digest.

After all the dishes were served, there were already three missing chicken wings.An Rong and Zhou Zi took the last one, leaving the remaining four plans to Yan Che.

As if sensing his intentions, Yan Che smiled and put two more chicken wings into his bowl. Seeing that he still wanted to send them back, he moved the plate to the side and said, "Hey, don't return the chicken wings that are in your bowl." Give it to me, I don't want to catch a cold."

Looking at the three chicken wings in the bowl, An Rongyu couldn't hold back and said, "Brother, you are so kind."

Yan Che didn't reply, but smiled wider.Then I started to taste the other two home-cooked dishes I made.

The chicken wings are fully flavored, with the cola juice evenly covering the chicken skin, sweet but not greasy, and the meat is soft, it is really addictive.

Okra scrambled eggs only add a little salt, chicken essence and sesame oil, which greatly retains the flavor of the ingredients themselves.The okra is freshly cooked, not old or raw, and the mucus does not affect the taste of this dish at all.The egg cubes are smooth and tender, without any eggy smell.Paired with fresh okra, although the taste is light, it also makes people bite after bite, and it is impossible to stop.

The chicken thigh meat fried in hot oil, under the protection of starch, retains its tender and juicy taste, which is not bad at all.The potatoes that were boiled first were soft and tasty, and the carrots that were added later were not overcooked, and the original crispness could still be tasted.Finally, put in the chicken nuggets and boil it over high heat to quickly collect the juice. Although the inside of the chicken nuggets is not fully flavored, the tender meat and rich curry sauce make up for the bland taste of the chicken itself.

Both of them were probably hungry, Yan Che cooked the meal for three people, unexpectedly, it took only 10 minutes and they were all eaten.I thought that a big pot of curry could always eat two meals, but in the end there were not even onions left.

An's father basically cooks for An's family. He is also a chef after all, and the home-cooked dishes he cooks are naturally much more delicious than ordinary families.But the few dishes Yan Che cooked were something An Rongyu had never eaten before, and he said with emotion, "Brother, why are your cooking so delicious?"

Yan Che cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and said with a smile, "It's not a difficult dish to cook by yourself once in a while."

An Rongyu took the dishes from his hands, and strongly demanded to wash the dishes by himself - it was enough to let Yan Che cook, how could he just pat his ass and leave after eating?

Originally worried that he had just recovered from illness and was weak, but seeing that he had eaten a full meal and his face was flushed, he reluctantly agreed.Thinking about doing some low-intensity exercise can also help the body recover.

Fortunately, the bowl was not smashed, although most of the bottle of dishwashing liquid was lost for no reason-he washed every bowl, and he squeezed it once.

Yan Che, who came over to inspect after clearing the dining table, found out that he was almost done washing.After that, Yan Che picked up the soup pot again, blanch the big bone to remove the blood foam, changed the pot of water, then turned to low heat and simmered slowly.

At this time, the dried kelp is also soaked. After washing it carefully, cut it into strips and tie it into beautiful knots for later use.

When I was cooking at noon, I steamed two large purple sweet potatoes. Under An Rongyu's self-recommendation, I mashed them into fine and smooth purple sweet potato mash.After adding a few spoonfuls of sifted glutinous rice flour, knead into a large ball and set aside.

Then sliced ​​two pangasius fish fillets, sprinkled with a little black pepper, grasped them well and put them in the refrigerator to marinate.After handling the dinner ingredients, the two washed their hands carefully.In order to get rid of the fishy smell, Yan Che cut a few slices of lemon, squeezed out the lemon juice and applied it on his hands, rubbed it and washed it off.

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