Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Chapter 11

Fang Zhimo frowned, looking at the bully who was playing acrobatics on his face.

"I……"

Cheng Du was speechless for a moment.

Fang Zhimo unexpectedly did not continue to tease him, but stretched out his hand to him tiredly: "Pull me up."

There wasn't a single word of nonsense, they were all imperative sentences, which just made people feel that they should do what he wanted.

Cheng Du stood there in a daze for a while, thinking that this was the person he had sworn to take good care of in front of his old class, so he couldn't break his word.

Thinking of this, Cheng Du readily accepted the order without any resistance, stood up the pillow and put it behind Fang Zhimo, and then helped him to sit up.

Fang Zhimo's body was really weak, as thin as a piece of paper, and Cheng Du got him up with almost no effort.

Cheng Du noticed that after just a few such slight movements, a thin layer of sweat broke out on the child's forehead, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Connecting with Lao Ban and the physical education teacher's protective attitude, Cheng Du seemed to have guessed something.

"Are you...are you seriously ill?" Cheng Du heard that sick people are particularly fragile, and asked cautiously, for fear of hurting any of the children's nerves.

Fang Zhimo opened his eyes, and stared at Cheng Du silently with his black pupils for a while, making Cheng Du's heart shudder.

Those eyes are really not what a child of this age should have.

Children of this age should have eyes that are as clear and carefree as Tan Yuan and Tan Xiaobo's, but Fang Zhimo's eyes can make people feel the panic of being seen through their minds.

When he stares at you quietly without saying a word, those eyes seem to be able to cover everything, and even understand everything the person in front of him is thinking in an instant.

When Cheng Du thought of this, his eyes flickered suddenly, and he changed into another expression that changed: "It's okay, I'm just dizzy."

Cheng Du suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and said hesitantly, "But you look very pale."

Fang Zhimo shook his head, and looked at the bowl of 'Tomato Egg Noodles' on the bedside table.

That bowl of noodles was prepared by Fang Qiming when he went out in the morning and placed on his bedside. He hadn't touched a bite of it, and now it's already a mess. It's hard to describe it when people look at it.

Fang Zhimo was about to serve the bowl when Cheng Du suddenly blocked his hand, picked up the noodle bowl and smelled it: "This is no longer edible."

In fact, Fang Zhimo didn't really want to eat this kind of noodles, otherwise he wouldn't be hungry from morning to now. Of course, there are also factors that he has no appetite.

"Then what should I eat... My mother went to the Northwest with the team to inspect, and my father didn't know what time to come back. Fang Xiaohua must have not eaten..."

Having said that, Fang Zhimo frowned, and shouted to the outside: "Fang Xiaohua!"

A little head poked in, eyes bent and smiling, with a little festive feeling all over his face.

"Brother, are you looking for me?"

Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue, isn't Xiao Nizi doing well, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

"Bring me some peach cakes..." Fang Zhimo looked at the noodles beside him, "Bring me another glass of water by the way."

Fang Xiaohua blinked, and said embarrassedly: "The peach cake is finished, brother."

Fang Zhimo was helpless: "What about the sesame paste?"

"The sesame paste is also finished." Fang Xiaohua whispered.

"...Okay, what else is there at home now?"

Fang Zhimo resisted the urge to get angry, this little girl actually ate up all the edible food, is she a locust!

"And two potatoes, bro."

Fang Xiaohua raised the potato in his hand and said with a smile.

There were still two tooth marks left on the potato. Fang Zhimo glanced at it weakly, and reckoned that if it wasn't for the fact that it was raw and unpalatable, Xiao Nizi must have swallowed the mud along with it.

Xiao Nizi looked at Fang Zhimo and smiled, raised a hand, opened her mouth wide, and was about to bite down——

"...Fang Xiaohua!" Fang Zhimo had one head and two big ones, closed his eyes and gasped for breath, then pointed to Fang Xiaohua's nose and said, "Put it down."

Fang Xiaohua blinked, but before he could speak, Cheng Du suddenly let go of Fang Zhimo, and walked towards Fang Xiaohua: "It's easy to do if you have raw materials. Come, give the potatoes to Brother Cheng Du, and Brother Cheng Du will cook for you."

"……you?"

Fang Zhimo glanced at Cheng Du, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Don't worry, it will be fine in a while."

Cheng Du picked up the tomato and egg noodles on the table, and with the other hand, he took Fang Xiaohua out of the room.

Of course Cheng Du can cook.

In the few years before his mother came from the countryside, he cooked for himself.

Even if he doesn't know how to do it, it's just a funnel under the cramming teaching of those neighbors and aunts, and it's time to fill it up.

Cheng Du looked through the ingredients in the kitchen and fried a hot and sour potato shreds.Concerned that Fang Zhimo might not be able to eat spicy food, he added more vinegar, which smelled sour, and it was so appetizing that even curled up under the quilt, he could smell the aroma.

"Get up and eat, don't dirty the quilt."

Cheng Du carried the food to the head of the bed and called the children to get up and eat.

The child moved, turned over, dug a slit in the edge of the quilt, and sneaked a look at Cheng Du.

Cheng Du was sitting on the bench with an old mother's expression on his face, looking at him with a bowl in his hand.

Fang Zhimo's mood suddenly became better.

Cheng Du yelled for a long time, seeing that the child was not moving, he simply stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt, digging the child out of the comfort zone.

The child's body temperature was high, soft and weak, Cheng Du gently picked him up and tidied him up, for fear of hurting him.

Fang Zhimo (full of acting) snorted dissatisfiedly, and let Cheng Du serve him.

Cheng Du cleaned up the people, and picked up the shredded potatoes on the bedside table: "Come on, let's eat something quickly."

It's already four o'clock, and I haven't even eaten breakfast, so it's no wonder that I have a dissatisfied expression on my face.

The smell of hot and sour potato shreds was so tempting, Fang Zhimo glanced at the plate in Cheng Du's hand, and was about to raise his hand to pick it up, when suddenly he thought of playing a prank.

He blinked and said with a smile, "Hey, feed me."

Cheng Du: "..."

Cheng Du: "Eat by yourself."

Fang Zhimo blinked, leaned back on the pillow, and smiled lazily: "I'm so hungry that I can't lift my hands, really, look."

Cheng Du: "..."

It's true that Fang Zhimo's request was a little too much, but these words, coupled with his pale face, were... quite convincing.

Cheng Du had no choice but to let the kid lean on the pillow comfortably, while he was like an old woman, feeding him every bite of vegetables and rice.

Fang Zhimo ate his meal with a grin, his black eyes staring straight at Cheng Du like this, smiling at him every time he took a bite, which made Cheng Du very restless.

Cheng Du was terrified by his laughter, holding the plate in one hand, and had to be careful not to get things on the bed, after a meal, oh no, it was after feeding, don't mention how tired he was after a meal.

In contrast, Fang Zhimo was much more proud.

He has always been a person who likes to be superior to others in various senses. This feeling of bullying... is really refreshing.

Hahaha.

"By the way, this is the list of teaching aids made by the old class yesterday. Everyone must have a copy. I'm planning to buy it when I have time in the afternoon. If you can't go, do you want me to bring you a copy?"

Cheng Du washed the dishes and returned to the house, only then remembered the real purpose of his trip.

"Who said I can't go?" Fang Zhimo glanced at the list, lifted the quilt and stood up, "I've been in the hospital for several days, and I'll go with you to relax."

Hearing the word "hospital", Cheng Du suddenly paused in tidying up the quilt, and said in a low voice, "Old Ban told me that you are not in good health. What is the disease?"

When Cheng Du asked this, Fang Zhimo was taking off his pajamas, and when he heard this, his unbuttoning hand stopped immediately.

"I'm really fine, just a little anemia. It makes you nervous."

Cheng Du glanced at him, feeling slightly anemic. Can mild anemia become a key care target?

Forget it, people don't want to talk about it, and it's inconvenient for him to ask more questions, but he (unilaterally) decided that starting today, he will take on the heavy responsibility of taking care of this sick man.

Not only because he promised the old class.

From then on, Cheng Du always kept two umbrellas in his schoolbag, and he would bring an extra egg from home for breakfast, and even at the school meeting, other children would go downstairs with their own benches. Mo is empty-handed and leisurely.

Turning around, he saw that everything was in Cheng Du's hands.

The students who were not used to it in the class began to discuss, saying that Fang Zhimo was too squeamish, right?I didn't feel anything before, but now I have lost the ability to take care of myself?Think of the study committee member as his servant, right?

Discussion is discussion, this time they have learned how to behave, and they only dare to talk in private, after all, those who were named by the class committee have been "focused on" by the teacher.

But protect the shortcomings and protect the shortcomings, there are some in the class committee who really can't stand it, such as Tan Xiaobo.

"Hey, Cheng Xiaodu, you're too used to him, aren't you? Do whatever you're asked to do, you should be his?"

One day after school, Tan Xiaobo couldn't stand it any longer. He glanced at Fang Zhimo, the shopkeeper who was walking in front of everyone, and couldn't help but say.

"It's all right."

Cheng Du glanced at the child, tightened the schoolbag in his hand, and looked like a snail girl.

"I said deputy squad leader, are you jealous? The study committee member is called Unity Classmates. Do you understand, old man? Can you understand?"

Fang Zhimo heard Tan Xiaobo's loud voice from a long distance ahead, and turned his head to hold the bar with him with a smile.

Qin Yuan also chimed in and said, "Hey Tan Xiaobo, the old class has already stipulated that there must be four times a month to learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds. Why don't you hurry up and perform now, lest every time the record is full of helpers?" Granny crossing the road?"

Tan Xiaobo slapped his forehead as if suddenly enlightened, walked quickly a few steps, took Fang Zhimo's arm and walked forward: "By the way, if you don't tell me, I really forgot, there are only two days left in this month, hey Fang Zhimo Zhimo, let me help you go home."

Tan Xiaobo was tall, fat, and very strong. This pull almost dragged him down.

"No, I don't need your help," Fang Zhimo hurriedly pushed Tan Xiaobo away, "You are not called a good person, you are called a bully, hurry up and let go."

Seeing them like this, Tan Yuan cheered and said, "Okay, Tan Xiaobo, with your physique, don't break people's waists. You, why don't you help Aunt Wang next door to my house to pull out the briquettes, that's okay. Let the red scarf on your chest be more colorful."

Qin Yuan's words had a double meaning, which not only mocked Tan Xiaobo's fatness, but also mocked Tan Xiaobo's composition level.

Just this sentence "the red scarf on the chest seems to be more colorful" was criticized by the Chinese teacher in class in the afternoon.

The original words of the Chinese teacher were: "Words are good words, and sentences are also good sentences, but some students use them in every composition, which is a bit suspected of making up the number of words, don't you think? Tan Xiaobo?"

Tan Xiaobo paused after hearing this, immediately let Fang Zhimo go and chased after Tan Yuan, cursing while chasing, "Well, Tan Yuaner, what else would you do besides hurting me?"

Tan Yuan happily said while running: "I will also make the red scarf on my chest more colorful, hahahahahahahahahaha."

The two ran after each other, leaving Cheng Du and Fang Zhimo far behind.

Fang Zhimo indifferently watched the two people quarreling, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around and waited for Cheng Du to follow.

The child's face was still pale, but his smile was clean and flawless, which warmed everyone's heart.

Such a cute child, it would be fine if he was not sick or disaster.

Cheng Du sighed softly in his heart, took two quick steps, and put his hand on Fang Zhimo's thin shoulder: "Is it cold?"

Fang Zhimo was stunned, glanced at the hand on his shoulder, turned his head and smiled, "It's not cold, it's only September."

Cheng Du nodded, and silently put his hand on Fang Zhimo's shoulder.

Fang Zhimo also fell silent, and his originally firm steps unknowingly deviated slightly to Cheng Du's side.

The author has something to say:

Author: Fang Xiaomo, Cheng Xiaodu hugged you, how do you feel?

Fang Zhimo: ...

Fang Zhimo (looking into the distance): I don’t feel anything.

Author: Is your cleanliness gone?

Fang Zhimo: ...

Fang Zhimo: Ahem, he is different (crazy hint).

Author (received hint): Got it.