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Mosen obediently placed his hand back under the blanket, but Jiang Liuying's hand quietly followed and gently held his.
"Where are Qinglan and Xu Wen?" Mosen asked while holding Jiang Liuying's hand under the covers.
"They went back to cook porridge for you. The doctor said you just had surgery and can only eat liquid food," Liuying replied. "You can only eat solid food after you pass gas."
"Ah, they went through so much trouble just to cook for me?" Mosen felt a bit guilty.
Liuying smiled and said, "Wherever there is difficulty, there they are."
After staying in the hospital for seven days, Jiang Liuying withdrew all the money she had saved from the drink bottles she and Mosen had bought together, added a bit of her living expenses and Mosen's living expenses, and with the support from Qinglan and Xu Wen, she finally paid off all the surgical fees.
During these seven days, Jiang Liuying took care of Mosen's every need. She rushed between school, their rented apartment, and the hospital. Not only did she have to attend classes, but she also had to review materials for her graduate entrance exams. In their rented apartment, she not only cooked porridge and soup for Mosen but also thought of ways to prepare different dishes for him every day.
Previously, when they were in the rented apartment, they often cooked together, but at that time, neither of them was very good at cooking. As Mosen put it, they could barely make meals that were edible. Back then, Mosen liked to tease her about not being able to cook as a woman, calling her foolish.
She retorted, "Hmph, who says I can't cook? I'm actually quite good at it; I'm just a bit lazy."
Because of this reason, she insisted on not letting Mosen into the kitchen, claiming she wanted to become a first-class chef. Every time she said this, Mosen would laugh heartily.
Until Mosen was hospitalized, her cooking skills hadn't improved at all; it was impossible for her to become a first-class chef. Yet Mosen still enjoyed her cooking immensely.
"Wife, your cooking is really delicious," Mosen smiled at her.
She packed up the thermos and utensils while saying, "Hmph, if it doesn't taste good, then it doesn't taste good. Just say it directly; it won't hurt my pride."
A ray of sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her profile as she bent down to pick things up. This made her, who usually seemed somewhat unapproachable, appear less cold and proud, like a gentle and serene woman. Sitting on the hospital bed, Mosen silently vowed that this summer he would go home and learn how to cook from his mother, so that in the future, he wouldn't let her into the kitchen; he would cook for her.
Seven days later, Mosen was discharged from the hospital. In Jiang Liuying's rental apartment, not only was there Mosen, whom she considered a patient, but there was also a copy of the Huangdi Neijing on her desk.
"Why did you buy this book?" Mosen asked, somewhat puzzled.
Having spent so much time with Jiang Liuying, Mosen felt he knew her well because she never hid anything from him. She would directly tell him her opinions on various matters. If he said something she didn't want to hear or something that hurt her pride or touched on a sensitive flaw of hers, she would express her anger openly instead of being indirect or sulking silently. She also mocked things she disliked without being subtle or trying to gloss over them.
However, sometimes he felt like he had never truly understood her. Most of the time she was quiet and gentle, but at times she could be quite quirky and unpredictable; he often couldn't figure out what prompted her sudden ideas or decisions.
At this moment, Mosen really couldn't understand why she had brought home a copy of the Huangdi Neijing to place on her desk.
"Of course I'm going to read it," she replied with surprise at his confusion.
"Why would you read that now? Do you even have the energy and time for it?" Mosen asked.
"What's wrong? You don't understand anything. This is more important than preparing for exams, you know?" she said.
Well then, the Huangdi Neijing was more important than preparing for exams.
She told him, "Men shouldn't engage in certain activities before turning thirty; they should accumulate great wisdom."
When Jiang Liuying finished saying this, Mosen burst into laughter and deliberately asked her, "What does 'circle circle cross cross' mean?"
Originally, Jiang Liuying had said this in a calm and composed tone; she had just blurted it out. However, when Mosen asked, her face instantly turned red. The term "circle circle cross cross" was a popular internet slang that many of her classmates used. She had simply picked it up from her friends and said it without much thought. But now that Mosen brought it up, she felt that saying it made her seem less ladylike, and she couldn't help but feel shy, with her face and ears slightly flushed.
She was not someone who usually spoke like this. If Mosen accidentally let such words slip, she would scold him, saying there were many good things on the internet to learn from, yet he chose to learn these inappropriate phrases instead. She believed that one should always adhere to principles, starting from small matters.
In fact, the main reason was that after dating Mosen for so long, no matter how close they became or how deep their feelings were, they had never crossed the final boundary between men and women. It was Jiang Liuying's choice; she insisted on saving everything for their wedding day. Mosen didn't pressure her and said, "Alright, I can wait. When that day comes, I will feel so accomplished." Jiang Liuying would then punch him playfully.
Thus, for both Jiang Liuying and Mosen, "circle circle cross cross" was an extremely shy term; in reality, they were both inexperienced kids. Especially for Jiang Liuying, who generally had a cold and rigid personality, such words rarely came out of her mouth. That day, she had just said it inadvertently but was caught by Mosen, making her blush under his teasing.
However, since the day Mosen returned from the clinic with the internal medicine book, he hadn't had a good time because Jiang Liuying strictly followed the guidelines on what he should eat and what he shouldn't. She dictated which foods could be mixed together or eaten at the same time. She even set rules for what time he should go to bed in spring and what time he should wake up in winter.
Mosen was speechless.
"The last time you had appendicitis, the doctor said it was due to poor eating habits combined with a bad lifestyle—neglecting rest and overworking," Jiang Liuying stated confidently. Well, since she said it like that and everything was for his own good, Mosen could only obediently comply.
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