Chapter 37

Meng Zeyan’s cooking skills are pretty good, just enough to cook the food well. The only outstanding thing was the porridge he cooked. He cut the pumpkin into very fine pieces and cooked it for a long time until it was all melted into the porridge. Every mouthful of it had the sweet fragrance of pumpkin.

Tang Huan didn’t eat any staple food, but drank two bowls of porridge to show his support. By the way, is porridge considered a staple food?

After dinner, the four of them sat in the yard and chatted. Xing Cui talked about the lesbian who sold shoes. “I heard from Lao Song that the salesperson we met last time didn’t get along with the gay man she had dated before. Ze Yan, do you want to meet her?”

Tang Huan had a deep impression of the salesperson with small canine teeth. She looked towards Meng Zeyan, but she didn’t expect that Meng Zeyan was also looking at her…

What are you looking at her for? Mother-in-law is asking him questions!

Tang Huan stared at him blankly for two seconds, then blinked and turned to look at her mother-in-law. What a coincidence, why was her mother-in-law also looking at her?

Is there any rice residue on her face?

Reaching out and touching her face, Tang Huan was sure that her face was clean!

So why are they looking at her?

Being amused by Tang Huan, Xing Cui smiled and said to her: “Xiao Huan, you don’t know how beautiful you are!”

So the mother-in-law only looked at her because she thought she was pretty? What about my uncle?

Tang Huan secretly glanced at her uncle, but he was no longer looking at her.

It can’t be that uncle likes her just because she is pretty, right?

“Mom, it won’t be too late to arrange a blind date for me when I really can’t find someone.” Meng Zeyan replied leisurely.

We agreed to do it before I’m thirty, and I’m not even thirty yet, so why does the old lady want to go back on her word?

How can she control it if she says she doesn’t care? Xing Cui now has to be more careful whenever she hears someone mention that there is a single girl at home. Sometimes when she hears someone is too young, she feels embarrassed to ask.

“How is it not too late? By the time you really can’t find one, you’ll be thirty already. It will be hard to find an unmarried lesbian by then!” Xing Cui has asked many matchmakers. Once a man turns twenty-seven, few girls are willing to meet him for a blind date. He can only meet those who have been married twice or those who have lost their husbands.

Only Meng Zeyan’s own conditions are good and there are girls willing to meet him. If he is over 30, there will be no more girls.

Tang Huan was shocked. Men over 30 can only date married women? In other words, if she is married, she can only find an older man if she wants to get married?

Although she has no plans to get married, this sounds very heartbreaking. She has never even been in a relationship, so she can only look for an old man who is unwanted by anyone?

Tang Huan couldn’t help but take another look at Meng Zeyan, who would be an old man in a little over a year. To be honest, she felt that a blind date was more reliable than him finding someone on his own, because he didn’t look like the kind of person who would date a lesbian.

He is really a self-disciplined and polite person. He definitely won’t pursue a lesbian in a way that requires at least a little bit of persistence.

Although she looked away quickly, Meng Zeyan still noticed the disbelief in her eyes. Did she not believe that he could find the object?

He really couldn’t prove it to her for the time being.

Meng Zeyan stood up and fled the battlefield, “Mom, I’m going back to my room to rest first.”

As soon as he said he was going back to his room to sleep, Xing Cui remembered, “Didn’t you say yesterday that you were leaving tonight? Why didn’t I come to pick you up?”

“Let’s go early tomorrow morning.”

As soon as Meng Zeyan left, Meng Qinghe also left. Xing Cui helped Tang Huan back to the house to change her bandages. She had not seen the wound yet and did not know how serious it was.

The last two layers of gauze were stuck to the wound. When they were being taken down, Tang Huan cried in pain.

Seeing the wound, Xing Cui felt pained, “I won’t go ice skating again! This fall was too severe.”

Tang Huan agreed tearfully: “I’m not going no matter what~”

After helping her rinse the wound, Xing Cui stood up and walked out, “I’ll ask your brother if he has any better medicine.”

Meng Zeyan had sent medicine to his home before, and the effects were much better than those bought at home.

Meng Zeyan hadn’t gone to bed yet. He was leaning on the bed reading a book. When he heard a knock on the door, he put on his shoes, got up and unbolted the door.

He had already changed into his pajamas and was looking at Comrade Xing Cui at the door in confusion.

“Do you have any medicine that’s better for applying to wounds? Xiaohuan has such a big wound on her knee.” Xing Cui bent her index finger and thumb into a circle. Just now, when she was removing the gauze, the wounds opened again.

Seeing the size his mother was gesturing, Meng Zeyan turned around and went back to the drawer to get a small bottle of medicine powder. “This is effective, but don’t sprinkle too much. Only a thin layer.”

A thin layer?

Xing Cui looked at the yellow-brown powder in the small glass bottle and asked unconfidently, “What will happen if I sprinkle too much?”

Meng Zeyan handed her the medicine bottle: “It will be very painful, but as long as the dosage is controlled well, you won’t feel much pain, and you will be healed in two or three days.”

When the gauze was torn off just now, Xiao Huan was in so much pain that she was crying. If my hands shake and the gauze spills too much, won’t Xiao Huan cry again?

“How about I bring Xiao Huan over here so you can spread the seeds?”

“…” Meng Zeyan felt that this suggestion was not good, and did not consider the fact that Tang Huan had difficulty walking. “Or you can ask her if she minds if I go over and apply medicine to her?”

Xing Cui was really ready to go, “Then I’ll go ask!”

Meng Zeyan hurriedly pulled her back, “Mom, I was just kidding.”

Xing Cui stopped and said, “Me too…”

Although Comrade Xing Cui tried to make excuses for herself, Meng Zeyan chose not to believe it.

According to the size of the wound indicated by his mother, Meng Zeyan poured an appropriate amount of powder from the medicine bottle and placed it in her palm. He demonstrated how to sprinkle the powder and told her to go to Tang Huan’s room and follow his example.

Xing Cui walked to the door of Tang Huan’s house holding the medicine powder. She felt an itchy nose and sneezed three times before the itching stopped.

More than half of the medicine powder in her hand slipped out from between her fingers in the chaos, leaving only a little.

These are all based on dosage. Xing Cui didn’t dare to sprinkle it on Tang Huan’s wound. She first told Tang Huan about the magic of this medicine and that the wound would heal in two or three days.

Then she talked about the dosage issue raised by Meng Zeyan, and finally asked Tang Huan: “Can I ask your brother to come over and help you spread the medicine later? Mom is clumsy and I’m afraid it will hurt you.”

The temptation of two or three days to heal was too great. Tang Huan hesitated for a while before agreeing: “Okay.”

Xing Cui took the remaining medicine powder and returned to the door of Meng Zeyan’s room, and the boy was still standing at the door.

Meng Zeyan was standing here waiting to hear the news that Xing Cui had finished applying the medicine, not to hear the result that she had sprinkled the medicine powder and asked him to help apply the medicine.

But he did not dare to express any dissatisfaction, and obediently followed Comrade Xing Cui out with the medicine bottle in his hand.

His restraint and avoidance gradually collapsed as he approached step by step.

Tang Huan was sitting on the bed with his legs over the edge. When he saw Meng Zeyan come in, he smiled at him gratefully.

No matter how much you hear, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes. Meng Zeyan moved a chair and sat down beside the bed to look at the wound on her knee.

Her face was too white, which made the wound look even more hideous.

The potion Xing Cui had used before was still lying aside. Meng Zeyan put the powder bottle aside and picked up the potion. “You need to wash this wound again.”

“Okay.” Tang Huan wanted someone else’s miracle medicine, and now Meng Zeyan is the miracle doctor.

Xing Cui stood aside and wanted to say something, but she held back and said nothing. She was probably afraid of hurting Xiao Huan, so she was reluctant to use force when washing the wound and didn’t do it properly.

As soon as Tang Huan agreed, Meng Zeyan used a cotton ball dipped in medicine to gently wipe her wound. A burning pain came, and Tang Huan couldn’t help but let out a hiss.

Meng Zeyan didn’t look up and kept reducing the strength in his hands.

Tang Huan didn’t make any more sound, and Meng Zeyan didn’t ask if it hurt.

After washing with the medicine, Meng Zeyan raised his head and looked to the side, then reached out to replace the medicine with powder.

While changing the medicine bottle, he glanced at her face. In order not to cry out in pain, she kept biting her lower lip, which was bright red.

He took the medicine powder and then lowered his head, poured out an appropriate amount of it, and carefully sprinkled it on the wound.

The wound seemed to be a little painful, but also itchy. Tang Huan couldn’t tell what the feeling was.

After all the powder was sprinkled, Meng Zeyan looked at her wound, sighed twice, and stood up.

“Don’t wrap it with gauze. You will be able to walk normally tomorrow morning. But be careful when you squat. The wound will easily split. Keep doing this for two or three days.”

“Hmm…” Tang Huan responded in a low voice, his eyelashes trembling constantly.

Was the uncle helping her to breathe just now?

Right?

Right?

Xing Cui took Meng Zeyan away and the door closed. Only then did Tang Huan come back to his senses from his confusion.

Is it an illusion? Maybe he was blowing powder.

He’s such an upright person, right?

Lying in bed, Tang Huan couldn’t help wanting to make pancakes, but unfortunately his injured leg affected his movements and it was difficult for him to turn over.

It was past eleven o’clock when I began to feel sleepy.

After finally falling asleep, she had another dream. It was nothing special, but she was crying and asked someone to comfort her…

Dreams are always the opposite, Tang Huan understands.