Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 125 I'll share half of the egg noodles with you

Subodin took a nap on the way home. He turned around and saw Xiao Tang was still in high spirits. Who could compare with his physical strength and spirit?

It was originally planned that the two of them would take turns driving along the way, but Xiao Tang refused.

The reason is that it is unsafe for Subodh to drive at night.

Why is it unsafe? Su Boding was puzzled. He was not Zhang Yan. He did not have night blindness or astigmatism.

Of course, it can't be compared with someone like Xiao Tang who can read a C-type eye chart.

If it was the Zhang Yan of the past, his physical and mental strength could indeed compete with Xiao Tang in endurance training. But now, his legs are lame, and Lin Feng carries him in and out. He is an old, weak, sick, disabled or pregnant woman with no physical strength at all.

In other words, he is rich enough to hire a driver. If he is of average financial condition, he would have to wait for others to give up their seats for him when he takes the bus or subway.

After sending Su Boding to the downstairs of his house, Xiao Tang threw Su Boding's five suitcases and his local specialties to the entrance of the corridor, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and rode away.

By the time Subotin realized what was happening, the taillights were gone and the smell of exhaust fumes lingered in the cold air.

Subodin looked at the pile of things, scratched his head resignedly, and slowly moved all the things to the elevator entrance.

The place where he lives is not a high-end residential area like Zhang Yan's, and the security guard is not on duty 24 hours a day.

It was so terrible that Subodh bought a foldable household stroller online passionately while waiting for the elevator.

When Su Boding moved all the things into the house, he found that among the five suitcases, one contained disposable daily necessities for Zhang Yan, another contained small portable appliances, and one was an empty box that had previously contained snacks.

These three suitcases should have been placed at Zhang Yan's house, but why were they moved to his house? Su Boding was very angry.

Fortunately, Xiao Tang left him some rice balls, so he put them in the microwave for a minute. He just left the pile of stuff there for now.

Subodin opened his suitcase, took out his computer and started working. His boss was still awake, so he had no chance to sleep.

Zhang Yangang had just sent Su Boding a list of documents to be prepared for tomorrow's meeting. He was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest when he heard the sound of the combination lock of his house being opened.

At this point in time, the only person who could use the password to open his door should be Lin Feng.

Raymond Lam was wearing pajamas with a knitted cardigan on the outside, which was a rare home outfit. His hair was soft and smooth, probably just blow-dried.

Lin Feng glanced at Zhang Yan, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. He knew that he was here. Did he trust him so much? He didn't even need to open his eyes to see what he was doing.

Fortunately, I drank some of the water on the coffee table in front of me. I didn't know when the laptop was also taken to the coffee table, turned on, and was in sleep mode.

I haven't looked at it for a while and he was busy with work again.

How can a domineering CEO have so much free time to flirt with girls? Those who have too much free time are all second-generation rich kids whose families have no real power.

Zhang Yan was also busy with work during his hospitalization for the car accident. He started working the day after the operation. There were too many things waiting for him to decide. The documents that Su Boding brought to the hospital that needed Zhang Yan's signature in time were piled up every day, more than the cases in their orthopedics department.

Lin Feng also heard that when Zhang Yan was doing rehabilitation in the rehabilitation department, he couldn't bear the pain at all and cried out in pain from time to time.

However, as long as his headphones were in call mode, he wouldn't even make a sound even if he was sweating from the pain.

These days, Lin Feng took Zhang Yan for a walk and always wore headphones to hold conference calls. When basking in the sun in the yard, he also used a tablet or mobile phone to view files and reply to messages.

Even if each department only submits one document, there will be more than ten or twenty documents. Some plans and work summaries are several thousand words long.

If you write too little, it's hard to explain. If you write too much, the staff will be tired, and Zhang Yan will be tired watching. These days are not any easier than high school.

Others only need to endure three years of high school, but with this kind of life, Zhang Yan may not be able to retire even if he endures thirty years.

Lin Feng was worried that Zhang Yan was hungry, so he cooked a bowl of egg noodles at home. The eggs were laid by Aunt Qinfen's hens, and the vegetables were grown by Aunt Qinfen. He also added a soybean-sized amount of lard.

Lin Feng put the noodles on the table, walked quietly to Zhang Yan, leaned over and asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

"No, I'm just thinking about something." Zhang Yan knew that Lin Feng had walked in front of him, and Lin Feng's breath hit his face, hot and a little itchy.

Zhang Yan slowly opened his eyes, "You're here."

"Are you hungry? I cooked some noodles, go and have some." Lin Feng looked into Zhang Yan's eyes and said seriously, as if this was a very important matter.

Lin Feng discovered that Zhang Yan had a small teardrop mole. No wonder he was such a crybaby.

Zhang Yan also noticed the mole at the corner of Lin Feng's eye. He really is a guy who easily attracts romantic interests.

Zhang Yan nodded, and Lin Feng reached out to hug Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan cooperated and put his arms around Lin Feng's neck.

"It's just a few steps away, you don't have to carry me there, I can walk there by myself." Zhang Yan said this, but he didn't let go of the arm that was hanging around Lin Feng's neck.

"Please let me go. I was fine when I left, but I'm lame when I came back. Tomorrow we will both be scolded by Director Chen."

Lin Feng carefully placed Zhang Yan on the dining chair, pushed the noodles in front of Zhang Yan, and turned around to get the chopsticks and spoon.

"If I let you walk again, I will have to avoid Director Chen when I see him in the hospital next time." Lin Feng rolled his eyes as he said this, but Zhang Yan didn't see it because he turned around.

Lin Feng handed the chopsticks and spoon to Zhang Yan, then sat down opposite Zhang Yan, watching him eat noodles quietly.

Zhang Yan was embarrassed by his gaze, and he ate the noodles slower and slower, and hadn't even touched the plump poached egg yet. Fortunately, these noodles were just ordinary dried noodles, if they were vermicelli noodles, they would have grown several times larger.

"Have you eaten?" Zhang Yan raised his face from the bowl of noodles.

"I haven't eaten yet. I'm not hungry." Lin Feng was indeed not very hungry, but seeing Zhang Yan eating so deliciously, he suddenly felt a little hungry, mainly because he was greedy.

Zhang Yan looked at Lin Feng, then looked at the face, and then looked at Lin Feng again.

"Would you like to eat some? I can't finish this. I'll give you some."

"also."

Lin Feng stood up again to get a set of bowls and chopsticks, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth that he himself was not aware of.

"Can you bring me some chili sauce? I want it a little spicy."

"No, it's almost time to go to bed. You can't eat spicy food anymore. It will affect your sleep quality." Lin Feng was not willing to give in on this matter.

Lin Feng placed the empty bowl in front of Zhang Yan, who carefully gave half of the noodles to Lin Feng and a small green vegetable. Zhang Yan also split the poached egg and gave it to Lin Feng. Since they were going to share the food, they should share everything.

"Oops, it's flowing out." The fried egg was runny. After Zhang Yan opened the fried egg, the egg liquid inside flowed onto the surface.

"Hurry up and mix it." Lin Feng leaned over and picked up half of the egg white from Zhang Yan's bowl and put it into his own bowl.

Lin Feng took a bite of noodles and said, "It's delicious. It's worthy of being made by me."

In fact, the pot of water used to cook noodles at Lin Feng’s house has not been poured out yet. Lin Feng thought that after taking care of Zhang Yan, if he is hungry, he can cook some noodles for himself.

Now it seems that there is no need.