"Not going..."
"You're really sick. How can you not go to the hospital?"
Li Mingxi opened her eyes and smiled, "I'm a doctor myself; why go to the hospital? I took some medicine, I'll be fine in a while."
"Grumble——" Just as she finished speaking, her stomach growled.
Xiao Lang took off his jacket and smiled, "Haven't eaten yet? What do you want to eat? I'll cook."
"You can cook?!"
"Is that so surprising?"
"Of course it's surprising. I thought you wouldn't lift a finger in the kitchen."
"What do you want to eat?"
Li Mingxi didn't hold back, "I want to eat pickled fish, mapo tofu, boiled pork slices, cold tiger skin peppers... that's all I can think of for now. Go ahead and cook."
Xiao Lang: "..."
"What, can't you cook them?" Li Mingxi raised an eyebrow.
Xiao Lang smiled lightly, "You're sick, you can't eat those things."
"But my mouth has lost its taste."
"I'll make you lean pork and century egg congee."
Li Mingxi painfully frowned, "I hate drinking congee the most!"
