The next day, Liao Tingyu, who was eating in bed, received a very unwelcome guest.

“I also heard that you were injured. I came to see you. Look, I also brought you your favorite roast leg of lamb. Eat some of this tonic.”

He didn’t see him but he knew it by hearing his voice. That guy was here.

Liao Tingyu rolled his eyes and continued to drink his porridge very calmly.

“Hey, why are you drinking this? You don’t have enough nutrition to eat this salty thing all day long.” Zhao Han strode into the room without any surprise.

“Put the food away, boy, the visitor is really unkind. You know someone is injured, but you still bring these things. Your ulterior motives are too obvious. Those who don’t know will think that I have a big grudge against you. Why would you let an injured person eat such greasy and fishy food.” Liao Tingyu said sharply.

“Tch.” Zhao Han naturally didn’t mean that. He sat down and looked at this guy, eating his food without caring about him.

At any rate, as soon as he heard that something happened to this guy, he immediately ran over.

He also took a day off and paid for a jar of wine.

Why was it not the same as what he had imagined?

He rolled his eyes and thought of a good idea.

“Oh, this leg of lamb is so fragrant. It’s so spicy and savory. Oh, look at the oily yellow color. How clear it is. The chef did a good job roasting it. Uncle Liao, don’t you think so?” Then he handed the roast leg to Liao Tianyu’s nose, vowing to let him smell the fragrance.

Liao Tingyu thought Zhao Han was extremely childish. He was the most compete in making the roasted and grilled things.

Although only a little salt was added, it was tender, fragrant, and delicious. It left an endless aftertaste in people mouth. Did he care about this bit of mutton?

Besides, wouldn’t it make you feel sick after eating such a big leg of lamb?

Zhao Han didn’t get the favor. As he expected, he was so tired after eating the roasted leg that he couldn’t even drink tea.

But he didn’t want to lose face, so he had to eat hard, but he couldn’t swallow it until it reached his mouth.

Seeing how pitiful he was, Liao Tingyu ordered a bowl of plum soup for him.

This plum soup was made by picking plums and drying them when they were ripe. At this time of year, they were much less of plum and they were usually used to make snacks.

“Okay, if you can’t eat, stop eating and drink the soup.” Liao Tingyu said, “You are already that old and will soon have a wife. Stop being so childish. I will ask my servants to give you some soup later. You scoop up a bowl of white porridge, take a sip, eat the meat, and drink some soup to fill your stomach, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable.”

Zhao Han’s face was nervous and red, and he was about to burst, and he sat there obediently. He drank a bowl of plum soup which was usually not available.

Then he took a bite of the porridge made in the same pot as Liao Tingyu.

Finally, a pair of eyes stared like lanterns.

This was too delicious.

Liao Tingyu knew what he was thinking when he saw his expression, and said leisurely: “The rice in this week is also ordinary rice, but the boiling water is nutritious. It is the chicken soup cooked last night, and the chicken soup is mixed with kelp. After cooking for the third time, the rice was cooked without any oil, but it still has all the umami flavor in the chicken, plus some delicious beans and peanuts, so the taste is naturally very good.”

Zhao Han nodded, feeling sour he said sheepishly: “You were well fed even when you were injured, but I didn’t get the same treatment.” Thinking of being injured in the military camp, all he had to do was drink some medicine and he would be fine. When he got home, he would stick to simplicity.

How pitiful.

Liao Tingyu looked at the usually lively person, but now he felt a little sad, and couldn’t help but take a step back, “If you have time to recuperate while injured, you can come to my place. Anyway, I cook a lot in the kitchen. It’s worth to eat.”

When Zhao Han heard that someone actually letting him come over to eat, Zhao Han immediately resumed eating and finished the bowl of porridge in three gulps.

Shamelessly, he handed the bowl to the maid next to him: “Luzhu, I want another bowl, please get me another bowl.”

Luzhu respectfully scooped up another bowl.

Then the porridge gradually disappeared, and the fish soup in the earthen pot used to cook things in the county government kitchen turned empty.

On this day, Zhao Han accompanied Liao Tingyu to drink porridge all day long.