Chapter 278 (1/2)

Simple three words, let thin cloud sky suddenly wake up.

The corridor light was turned on, warm yellow light poured down, let the whole body of darkness in an instant.

He turned to see Liao Qiuwen standing not far away.

I'm wearing today's dinner suit. I just take off my coat and wear a cartoon apron around my waist.

However, it seemed that he didn't have the slightest sense of disobedience. On the contrary, he had a little more smoke and anger on his cool face.

Those dark and cold eyes were watching him quietly.

”Mr. Bo, do you feel better when you wake up?”

Voice or as always light, but let the heart of thin cloud days in this moment a little warm.

He took back his feet as if nothing had happened.

Looking up, he asked in a dumb voice, ”Dr. Liao, why are you still here? I thought you were gone

His eyes fell on Liao Qiuwen's apron.

Liao Qiuwen noticed his eyes. He didn't explain it. He said with a smile: ”Mr. Bo, please come with me.”

Came to the kitchen, thin cloud day looking at the steaming bowl of noodles on the table, stunned.

”Mr. Bo, I don't think you ate much at the party. You've just made a fuss. For fear of starvation, I borrowed the kitchen here to make a bowl of longevity noodles. Today is your birthday. I didn't prepare any gifts. This is a blessing for Mr. Bo. I'm not very good at craftsmanship. I hope Mr. Bo doesn't dislike it. ”

Bo Yuntian did not speak.

He sat down at the table in silence and picked up his chopsticks in silence.

It's just that the hand holding the chopsticks is shaking. It took several times to pick up the noodles.

White and tender noodles are put in a small celadon bowl, and the soup is filled with oil stars and scallions, which is simple and light.

However, Bo Yuntian felt that it was more delicious than the delicacies at the banquet.

When his father died of a genetic disease, he was still very young and had no impression. It was his mother who accompanied him to grow up and took on the responsibilities of the Bo family. Every year on his birthday, he would make a bowl of longevity noodles.

Until the day when he was 18 years old, his mother died after finishing the last bowl of long-lived noodles because she had become ill for a long time.