Should he call or just let it go.

Or as soon as the door was opened, Ding Ji punched him in the face. Should he be hit or dodged...

I just didn't expect Ding Ji to cry.

I was crying so sadly.

Lin Wuyu usually pinched the time accurately, but today Ding Ji was crying like this, and he was in a mess, and he didn't have the heart to think about how long Ding Ji had cried.

I only knew that Ding Ji had no sound in the end, and he lowered his head and pressed his shoulder for at least five minutes before finally raising his head.

He let go of his arms holding Ding Ji. Before he could see Ding Ji's face clearly, Ding Ji had turned around, turned on the faucet of the washbasin, and poured water on his face.

"Sorry." Ding Ji turned off the faucet, supported the pool, and sniffed.

"Are you hungry?" Lin Wuyu asked, "The red bean cake may still be hot."

"Yes." Ding Ji responded with a strong nasal voice.

Lin Wuyu quickly turned around and went to the living room, took a box of red bean cakes from the bag, opened the lid and ordered it on a cake with his fingers.

I found the cake was cold.

"It's not hot anymore," Ding Ji walked out with a look of water on his face, "I've been back all the way for so long."

"It was still hot when I got downstairs," Lin Wuyu smiled, "I just made it when I bought it."

"Blame me?" Ding Ji reached out and took a cake and took a bite. "I have been crying for too long, and I have cried all the cakes, right?"

"No," said Lin Wuyu, "the air conditioner is blowing cold, just under the air outlet."

Ding Ji glanced at him and sniffed again.

Lin Wuyu pulled a tissue and handed it to him.

Ding Ji turned his head and said, "No."

"You're getting wet with your hands," said Lin Wuyu, "Should you go to the hospital to change the medicine?"

"I went to the community hospital to sew the needle," Ding Ji said, "I took a bunch of medicine and changed it myself. The doctor said it wasn't very deep."

"Have you been sewn?" Lin Wuyu was startled, "So serious?"

"Two needles, it will be almost done before school starts," Ding Ji took another cake, "It's quite delicious."

"Well, many people buy it." Lin Wuyu said.

Ding Ji didn't say anything, and stuffed the cake into his mouth.

"Change the medicine," Lin Wuyu said, "Don't get infected."

Changing the dressing is a good thing.

At least it will make them less awkward. They don’t know how to speak, and they still have to stop talking.

Change the dressing is easy to do.

Ding Ji sat next to the coffee table and put his hand on: "Get a plate over and pick it up."

Lin Wuyu hesitated for a moment, went to the kitchen to get a plate and put it under Ding Ji's hand.

"Open it apart, pour the water from the transparent bottle, pour it over, then spray some things from the white bottle and wrap it up." Ding Ji directed him, "That's how the doctor did it."

"I'll do it?" Lin Wuyu bent over and looked at his hands.

"Or won't I come?" Ding Ji asked.

"Okay, I'll do it." Lin Wuyu gritted his teeth, reached out to pinch the tape on Ding Ji's hand, pulled it gently, and pulled down the tape that had been around twice.

When he opened the wet gauze and saw Ding Ji's wound, he frowned: "How did you do this...why are you slapping your knife?"

"I don't know." Ding Ji said in a muffled voice.

Are you angry?

Lin Wuyu didn't dare to ask. At this time, Ding Ji was so sensitive that he seemed to have nerves on his hair, so he had to pay great attention to what he was talking about.

Ding Ji often goes to the kitchen to help his grandmother. He will definitely not make such serious mistakes when using the kitchen knife. Even someone like him who can't even make cucumbers shoots will not let the kitchen knife cut the palm of his hand.

Ding Ji said he had slapped the knife, and it should have really slapped the blade.

You're angry.

Lin Wuyu felt a little distressed.

Why are you angry?

Because I realized that I had eaten cilantro stuffed dumplings for several months?

Or is it because the cilantro stuffed dumplings actually used this method to let him know what he had eaten...

When he picked up the transparent bottle and poured it on the wound as Ding Ji asked, his hands trembled a little. Although the wound was sewn, it still had blood, which looked a bit terrible.

"I've poured it." Lin Wuyu reminded him that the bottle should be alcohol.

"It doesn't hurt, the anesthesia hasn't passed yet," Ding Ji said. "The doctor is really cruel. The anesthesia needle directly poked the wound, and I shouted wildly. The children at the door scared me to tears."

Lin Wuyu smiled and poured half a bottle of alcohol on the wound: "Is that OK?"

"Well," Ding Ji nodded, "dip the cotton ball, and then spray it with that one, it seems to stick to the wound and not crack."

"Okay." Lin Wuyu pinched a cotton ball and carefully prevented his hands from touching Ding Ji's wound.

After dipping, I sprayed the healing agent again, and the work was completed.

It is much easier to wrap gauze. Wrap it a few times and stick it with tape to fix it.

"Okay," Lin Wuyu glanced at the plate, which contained red alcohol inside, which looked a little scary, "This plate..."

"Give it aside." Ding Ji frowned.

"Get a plastic bag next time and then let it go," said Lin Wuyu, "There are only four plates in total, which are only enough to change them four times."

Ding Ji was stunned for a while: "Isn't this plate just for changing the medicine?"

"...It's right." Lin Wuyu was also stunned.

"How do you become a scholar god?" Ding Ji asked.

"Are you still a little prodigy?" Lin Wuyu said.

Ding Ji paused for a while, leaned on the chair and laughed.

Lin Wuyu washed the plate and placed it under the coffee table to keep it for the next time to change the medicinal medicine.

Ding Ji looked better than before, and his expression on his face became much more relaxed.

Lin Wuyu decided that at least tonight, he could not mention the reason for his injury, nor the reason for his blank space.

"I see that there are chicken wings and salted eggs in the kitchen," said Lin Wuyu, "Do you want to have wings?"

"Yes," Ding Ji sighed, "It can't be done now."

"Or..." Lin Wuyu walked to the kitchen door and looked, "There is no need to cut chicken wings, don't cut them. Tell me how to do them, I'll do them."

"Okay." Ding Ji nodded, stood up, and began to recite the recipe. "Wash the chicken wings and drain them and cut them into the flower knife to make it taste good. Crush the salted egg yolk and add about one egg yolk to the chicken wings. Then add ginger slices, cooking wine, light soy sauce, marinate for half an hour, then wrap dry starch, heat the oil temperature 60% to 70% and fry it in a pot and fry it under low heat until golden..."

"The kids next door were crying greedy," said Lin Wuyu.

"I'll just say it," Ding Ji looked at him, "Listen to you."

"Continue." Lin Wuyu nodded.

"Cover and simmer for five minutes, pick it up, put a small amount of oil in the pot, stir-fry the salted egg yolks until bubbles, pour in the chicken wings and stir," Ding Ji said, "spread the green onion out of the pot."

"That's it?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"Have you remembered it?" Ding Ji asked.

"Give me five minutes, I can recite it backwards for you." Lin Wuyu turned around and entered the kitchen.

Ding Ji smiled and sat in the living room without moving.

It really believed that Lin Wuyu was thinking backwards, but it shouldn't be particularly difficult for Lin Wuyu, after all, the Jade Emperor had a brain that had been scattered.

But the process of doing this must be completed. It is probably not easy for someone who can't even take pictures of cucumbers.

Anyway, the few people in their class who said they wanted to do it today all failed. Some of them became black, some were simmered, and one of them was very beautiful after the whole process. They even had bloodshot after taking a bite. I don’t know how to do it.

Lin Wuyu is doomed to fail.

Ding Ji felt a little pleasure of revenge and felt much more comfortable.

In a few minutes, he could even get up and stand by the kitchen door, watching Lin Wuyu work clumsyly.

Lin Wuyu tied a Wuchang rice apron on his body, and was standing by the desk watching the salted eggs boiled in the pot.

"Do you actually know that this salted duck egg is raw?" Ding Ji said, "I thought you would think it was cooked."

"I do think so." Lin Wuyu kicked the trash can in front of him.

Ding Ji looked in and a salted duck egg that had knocked open its shell was lying inside: "Just throw it away?"

"What should I do if I don't throw it away?" Lin Wuyu said.
To be continued...