Chapter 711 Overheard Conversation (11)

He didn't know whether he disliked the unpleasant smell or the taste was too bitter. He stared out the window with a sullen face and refused to open his mouth.

When Su's mother heard the sound of the door, she turned to look at Song Qingchun, smiled at her, then turned around and persuaded Su Zhinian kindly and gently: "A-Nian, why don't you eat some?" , you feel better quickly after eating it.”

Su Zhinian turned a deaf ear to Su's mother's words.

"A-Nian, if you don't want to take medicinal porridge, that's fine. Tell mom what you want to eat, and mom will buy it for you now..."

Seeing that Su Zhinian still had no reaction, Song Qingchun couldn't help but asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what's going on with A-Nian. When he just woke up, he said he wanted to eat. I heated it up for him, but he didn't want to eat..." Mother Su said.

Song Qingchun frowned, looked at Su Zhinian, and said with a bit of reproach in his tone: "How can you not eat it?"

Su Zhinian said nothing, still with the same indifferent expression.

He was still seriously injured, his face was pale, and there was a hint of vulnerability between his brows.

She didn't know if it was Song Qingchun's illusion, but she actually saw a hint of loneliness and sadness on his face as he stared out the window.

Song Qingchun was already feeling guilty because of Su Zhinian's injury. Seeing his expression now, she felt even more distressed and accommodating. She sighed softly and whispered to Su's mother: "Let me give it a try. "

Mother Su had just been trying to persuade Su Zhinian for a long time, but she really had no way to deal with him. After hearing what Song Qingchun said, she immediately stood up and gave up her seat to Song Qingchun, and handed the bowl over.

Song Qingchun stirred the porridge twice, took a spoonful, raised it to her mouth, and took a sip. It was so painful that she almost spit it out, but the temperature was right. She then took it with the bowl and handed it to Su Zhinian's mouth. At the same time, she saw that his mouth was still tight and he had no intention of speaking. Song Qingchun was like coaxing a child, and said in a soft tone: "Even if you have no appetite, you still have to eat a little."

"I know this porridge doesn't taste good, but eating it is good for your health. I have rose sugar in my bag to suppress the bitter taste later."

In Song Qingchun's impression, if Su Zhinian was unwilling to do something, he would either refuse without giving face to others, or walk away. This was the first time for her to see him with such a droopy face and silence. See.

Before going to bed, he seemed to be in a good mood. Why did he become so unhappy when he woke up?

Is it because you are injured and can only lie in bed every day, feeling suffocated and uncomfortable?

Song Qingchun thought for a while, and still said in that soft and soft tone: "I know it's uncomfortable for you to lie down like this every day, but you have to eat the porridge so that your body can heal quickly, so that you can move earlier..."

Mother Su saw Song Qingchun trying to persuade her, but Su Zhinian still had no intention of eating, so she couldn't help but interjected: "A-Nian, what do you want to eat? Tell your mother, okay? Mom will buy it for you right now. ,quickly……"

"Aunt Su, the medicinal porridge was prescribed by Dr. Xia. It is very good for physical recovery. The food we bought is also junk food. Not only is it good for your health, it may even hurt your body." Song Qingchun pointed at Su. After the mother finished speaking, she turned back and said with a good-tempered and gentle look: "... Otherwise, I will ask the doctor tomorrow if you can go out to have a shower. If you can, I will push you downstairs for a walk, okay? "