Chapter 1088 Do You Still Like It?

Chapter 1088 Do you still like it?

Later, she thought that maybe it was because when she left the island, she might never see him again in her life, so she suddenly wanted to do something for him.

"Care? What kind of care?" Qi Yan heard her words, tilted his long finger, and asked while supporting his temple.

He was still having a fever, and his evil face was a little flushed.

The narrow peach blossom eyes looked a little tired, but their expressions were still very serious.

The corner of his mouth curled up and he said to himself again.

"That's right. You should thank me properly. I'm busy taking care of you every night. I barely have a day off. I feel like my body is drained. I deserve the title of Best Model Worker!"

Tan Bengbeng: "..."

A good thank you brought color to his mouth.

Tan Bengbeng didn't want to pay attention to him.

He walked forward and prepared to put away all the cold dishes and rice on the table.

As soon as he picked up a dish, his hand was hit by him, "Don't move, put it down!"

"..."

"This is a dish made for me. I haven't eaten it yet. Where are you going to take it?" Qi Yan took the dish from her hand and put it back in front of him.

Just as he picked up the chopsticks to eat, Tan Bengbeng grabbed his hand and frowned as a reminder.

"It's really cold."

"Well, you can't bear to let me eat cold food. Don't you hate me anymore? Do you still like me a little?" Qi Yan blinked his peach blossom eyes and teased evilly.

"..."

Tan Bengbeng saw that he didn't look serious and immediately let go.

Sit next to him and don't care about his life or death.

She is a doctor anyway, so even if he has a fever, vomiting and diarrhea, she can treat him.

Moreover, he looks like he is a danger to the world even when he is alive, but maybe he can still accumulate virtue and good fortune after death.

Qi Yan really picked up the chopsticks,

Slowly taste the cold meals and dishes on the table.

Seeing Tan Bengbeng frowning and trying to stop him, but holding back, he suddenly asked.

"Aren't you curious whether the food you cook is delicious?"

"..."

Tan Bengbeng looked at his malicious face and subconsciously refused to ask this question.

She had little confidence in her cooking skills, and she didn't expect the food to be as delicious as the cooking machine.

Even if she did well, Qi Yan's annoying mouth couldn't say anything good, so it would be nice if she didn't ridicule her.

It was the best choice for her to remain silent at this time.

But just because she didn't answer, it didn't mean that Qi Yan wouldn't speak.

I saw him pick up a piece of fish in front of him, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly with his eyes narrowed.

The expression of enjoyment is like tasting some delicacy in the world.

Is it so delicious?

Tan Bengbeng suddenly sat up straight, with a vague sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

A little confused again.

Even if she does a good job, how delicious can food that has gone cold be?

Make him feel like he's in a dream?

When her appetite was whetted to the extreme and she could hardly help but ask him what he thought of the taste, Qi Yan finally opened her eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and looked towards her.

He raised the corner of his mouth and vomited, "It's worse than a cooking machine."

Tan Bengbeng: "..."

She knew that nothing good would come out of his mouth.

Tan Bengbeng was inexplicably angry, stood up from the chair, turned around and left.

As soon as he took a step, a wailing sound came from behind him.

When she turned around, Qi Yan was already holding his stomach and fell in the wheelchair, complaining that his stomach hurt.

Tan Bengbeng hurriedly stepped forward and helped him, "What do you think?"

The next second, Qi Yan was already rubbing against her chest, "I feel very comfortable now."

Tan Bengbeng: ...! !