Chapter 780 It’s You

As he spoke, Lu Jueyun put the bag containing breakfast on the bedside table and leaned down to look at Zixuan. As if telepathically, as soon as Lu Jueyun's eyes fell on Zixuan, Su Zixuan opened her eyes and woke up: "Uncle Jueyun, good morning."

"Good morning, Zixuan!" Lu Jueyun smiled at Su Zixuan, "Do you feel better today?"

"Su Zixuan, when you wake up, go brush your teeth and wash your face, and get ready for breakfast." Su Mixue, who was standing by the door, said coldly, not getting used to the closeness between Lu Jueyun and Zixuan.

Su Zixuan quietly made a face at Lu Jueyun, and quickly got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

Five minutes later, Su Zixuan returned to the hospital bed and stared at the brown paper bag on the bedside table: "Uncle Jueyun, did you buy you dough sticks for me today?"

"I didn't buy the fried dough sticks, but I asked the shopkeeper to make shredded chicken and japonica rice porridge for you." Lu Jueyun untied the paper bag with one hand, which seemed to be quite difficult.

"Mommy, Uncle Jue Yun is injured, please help him." Su Zixuan felt heartbroken when she saw Jue Yun operating with one hand, and looked up at Su Mi Xue, who looked not very good-looking.

"It's okay, I just wanted to buy you breakfast. I queued for too long and my hands are just a little sore." After being reminded by Su Zixuan, Lu Jueyun immediately started to pretend to be weak.

Sumixue walked over angrily, untied the paper bag, took out the hot porridge packaged in a carton, and said coldly: "It's your hand that's injured, not your leg."

When Su Zixuan heard what Su Mixue said about Lu Jueyun, she quickly defended Lu Jueyun: "Uncle Jueyun's right hand was injured and he used his left hand to maintain balance, so not only his legs were sore, but his hands were also sore, and..."

Su Mi Xue looked at Su Zixuan with warning eyes. She quickly swallowed the remaining nonsense and stopped talking.

"Come, Zixuan, have some porridge!" Lu Jueyun saw that pretending to be weak was ineffective, so he simply skipped the topic, opened the lid, picked up the small wooden spoon and prepared to feed Su Zixuan breakfast.

"Uncle Jueyun, I can just eat it myself." Su Zixuan took the wooden spoon very sensibly.

"Zixuan is great. How about uncle Jueyun holding the porridge for you?" Lu Jueyun brought the porridge to Zixuan's mouth and watched Zixuan sip the porridge.

Su Mixue looked at Lu Jueyun speechlessly, resisting the urge to grab the porridge and drive him out.

After finally waiting for Su Zixuan to finish the porridge, Su Mixue was about to see off the guests, but she suddenly said: "Uncle Jueyun, your hands are not convenient, let me feed you breakfast."

Su Zixuan wants to feed Lu Jueyun breakfast? Su Mixue opened her eyes wide. Her adopted son Xuan had never enjoyed such treatment at such an old age, but Lu Jueyun took the lead?

"It's okay, Zixuan." Lu Jueyun glanced at Su Mixue, as if he was afraid that Su Mixue would persecute him. "Uncle, just go back to your ward and eat. Put the bowl on the table like this, and then use Feed yourself with your left hand.”

"But you're not left-handed!" Su Zixuan pouted, "How can you eat with your left hand?"

"You can eat with a spoon even if you are not left-handed." Su Mi Xue couldn't help but said, "Zixuan, it's time for you to rest."

The implication was that it was time for Lu Jueyun to leave.

"No." Su Zixuan shook her head at Su Mixue and said earnestly, "Mommy, why are you so ignorant? Uncle Jueyun is my savior. Do you want to stop me from even doing such a small thing as feeding him? ?”

Su Mi Xue looked at Su Zixuan with her mouth open, speechless for a long time.

What thoughts did Lu Jueyun instill in Zixuan, and what words did he say? Su Mixue suddenly regretted that she should have cut off all contact between Zixuan Zimo and Lu Jueyun early in the morning.

It was rare to see Su Mi Xue choked and unable to speak. Lu Jueyun was in a good mood and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Zixuan, good boy, how can uncle be willing to let you suffer? It doesn't matter, uncle can eat by himself, although... …”

Su Mixue glanced at Lu Jueyun with her sword, warning him not to talk nonsense again.

But it was obvious that Lu Jueyun did not take Su Mixue's warning seriously. He sighed, shook his head and said, "Although, because of your mommy...hey, let's not mention it. Anyway, after the injury on his right hand worsened, , I can only sleep on my left side when sleeping. As a result, my left hand is sore and painful, and I can’t even lift it up. Ouch...hiss..."

Lu Jueyun said, raised his left hand, and then made an exaggerated expression. This made Su Zixuan feel even more distressed.

"With such good acting skills, it's a pity not to debut," Su Mixue said sarcastically, seeing Lu Jueyun's exaggerated performance, "otherwise the Golden Dove Award today would be yours."

"Mommy, you can't talk about Uncle Jueyun like that." Su Zixuan immediately spoke in defense when Su Mixue mocked Lu Jueyun.

Su Mixue looked at her daughter in surprise. This was the second time Su Zixuan had talked back to her because of Lu Jueyun.

"Zixuan, you can't talk back to your mommy." Lu Jueyun continued to say to Su Zixuan despite the murderous look from Su Mixue, "You have a good rest, I don't care, I'll just drink some water. Medical science proves that people will not die if they don’t eat for three days, but they will lose strength. But don’t worry, even if I have the last bit of strength left, I will buy you lunch, dinner, and tomorrow..."

"Okay!" Su Mixue interrupted Lu Jueyun and angrily picked up another bowl of porridge on the bedside table, "I'll feed you!"

"Thank you, Mommy. I knew Mommy was the best!" Su Zixuan happily kissed Su Mixue.

Seeing Lu Jueyun's successful smile, Su Mixue deliberately scooped the bottom porridge with a wooden spoon and fed it into Lu Jueyun's mouth.

Make you proud! I can’t burn you to death!

Lu Jueyun opened his mouth wide and swallowed a mouthful of hot porridge without any precautions.

"Well." He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands, being too burned to speak.

Seeing Lu Jueyun's deflated look, Su Mixue felt much better. A smile appeared on her lips: "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

"Uncle Jueyun, what's wrong with you?" Su Zixuan looked at Jueyun with concern, "Did you get burned?"

Seeing that Lu Jueyun didn't speak, Su Zixuan looked at Su Mixue complainingly: "Mommy, be serious. If you don't want to feed her, just give me the spoon."

Seeing her daughter cheating on Lu Jueyun, Su Mixue wanted to blow Lu Jueyun's head off.

"No, no." Lu Jueyun waved his hands repeatedly, "The porridge was so delicious that I almost bit my tongue."

You're quite sensible!

Su Mixue glanced at Lu Jueyun and kindly gave him a mouthful of unheated porridge.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious." Lu Jueyun glanced sideways at Su Mixue, "It turns out the porridge fed by the beauty tastes so good!"

"There's something wrong!" Su Mi Xue gave Jue Yun a big eye roll.

"Oh, have you noticed all this?" Lu Jueyun said with a smile, "You have studied Chinese medicine, right? Those imperial doctors in costume TV are just like you. You can tell whether they are sick or not at a glance."

"Crazy." Su Mi Xue was speechless.