Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 492

When I was a child, my grandmother cooked me batter, first boil water, then wait for the water to boil and then put the seasoned noodles in the boiling water, stirring and cooking, about ten minutes later you can also eat the batter.

It's thick and melts in your mouth. It's not good, but it can be used instead of porridge.

When I went to Edward's bedroom, he seemed to be asleep, and I saw his eyes were closed.

I couldn't help but open my mouth and whisper, "Mr. White, are you asleep?"

He didn't move, so I hesitated for a moment and put the cooked batter aside to pull the covers for him.

I didn't want my hand to be pressed by him and was surprised to see him looking at me motionlessly.

I was a little surprised and subconsciously said, "Did I wake you up?"

He smiled lightly and shook his head slightly, "No, I wasn't asleep."

As he spoke, his eyes were already looking at the bowl on the side, "What's cooking?"

I pulled my hand back and walked over to him with the bowl, "There's no rice here, just some noodles, I cooked some, see if you can get used to eating?"

He tried to get up, but because of the wound, he couldn't help but draw a cold breath when he pulled.

I reached out to help him, it was an instinctive action, but because the action was too fast, it jumped directly on him and pressed him instead!

"Yes ...... sorry! I ......" I was a little embarrassed for a while, but it's a good thing the bowl in my hand didn't get knocked over.

Put down the bowl again to help him, see him moving to look at me, I thought he thought what just happened, so panic, "I just did not mean to, I was thinking to help you, but did not stand firm."

He lost his smile and said, "I know!"

I know, and you're still looking at me like that!

Helping him lean back on the bed, I handed him the bowl and said, "Try it!"

He looked at me and didn't lift his hand to take it, but looked at me and said, "Am I considered a patient now?"

I nodded my head, "Yes!" How can a hole that big not be considered a patient.

"Since you're a patient, it's not too much if you feed me, right?" The words came out of his mouth, something that surprised me.

I pursed my lips and looked at him with a serious face, "Mr. White, I thought you were a cool person, you wouldn't make such a joke."

He smiled lightly, but directly reached out to take it, shallowly ate a bite, probably thought it tasted pretty good, nodded slightly and said, "You used to cook a lot?"

Sometimes I really have no way to understand, his speed of thought change, how can be so fast, the topic jumped so fast.

Shaking his head, he said, "No, I just saw my grandmother doing it a lot when I was a kid, and I thought the taste was familiar, so I got it."

He nodded his head and quietly tasted the batter, as if he was eating a food with memories.

Seeing him quiet, I naturally can't say anything more, just quietly look at him.

After a while of silence, he raised his eyes to look at me, and his eyes sank slightly and said, "When you lived in HL Area, was it bitter?"

I froze and looked at him with some surprise, "How do you know we lived in HL Area?"

He laughed, "Is that hard? I have said that I helped you because I wanted that sandalwood box, since that is the case, naturally I will check your past, it is not surprising to know this, right?"