When Shen Tao and Jiang Kai took Qiu Yan into the ward, Qiu Yi was lying on the bed watching TV, with his right leg hanging in the air.

"It's very imposing," Shen Tao touched the plaster on his leg. "I helped you get your car. The paint that fell out cannot be made. I can't find the same color of paint. If you want to spray it, you have to change it all."

"It's okay," Qiu Yi looked at Qiu Yan put a can of soup on the small cabinet at the bedside, and reached out and touched his head, "Where did this soup come from?"

"I made it, bone soup," said Qiu Yan, "eat bones and supplement bones."

"Fart," Qiu Yi knocked his finger on the jar, "We don't have such jars at home."

"Grandma Li's jar," Qiu Yan frowned. He didn't dare to say that the soup was bought, let alone that it was bought by someone else. "Drink it quickly."

"Erbao goes to get some hot water," Shen Tao shook the kettle next to him, "Can you cook?"

"Yes." Qiu Yan picked up the kettle and turned around and ran out of the ward.

"You're too much in charge. Just drink bone soup for you. Ask so much." Shen Tao opened the jar and sniffed it.

"I said he was not allowed to spend money indiscriminately," Qiu Yi looked at the TV, "and said he was not allowed to lie."

"He saw your legs tremble. Isn't it for you to buy bone soup?" Jiang Kai said, "Don't lie, you brothers are the ones who are the ones who are lying."

"What did I tell a lie?" Qiu Yi glanced at him.

"Who did this?" Shen Tao pointed to his legs and knocked on the plaster again, "Pan Yifeng?"

"Don't you say he has already accepted it?" Qiu Yi smiled.

"Then who will we get it back if you are discharged from the hospital?" Shen Tao stared at him.

"Pan Yifeng." Qiu Yi took the soup jar next to him. The spoons were all disposable, and they were also from Grandma Li's house. Grandma Li's house also used a disposable spoon to eat...

Shen Tao and Jiang Kai left before they stayed in the ward for a long time and had to go back to school. Now the head teacher comes to check the room once a day. Except for those who do not live in the school, everyone else needs to count them as long as they sign up for living.

Qiu Yi drank all the bone soup that Qiu Yan brought, put the disposable spoon in front of him and shook it in the trash can: "Okay, go back to do your homework, don't make bone soup tomorrow."

"Brother," Qiu Yan called him and was silent for a long time before turning his head to look at him and asked softly, "Are you fighting?"

"I said it was because I fell into the ditch." Qiu Yi said.

"Don't believe it." Qiu Yan frowned.

Qiu Yi looked at him with a serious face and didn't say anything. After a while, he couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you believe it?"

"You are not that stupid," Qiu Yan lay on the edge of the bed and pressed his face against his arm, "Brother, are you fighting?"

Qiu Yi sighed softly: "Yes."

"Why do you keep fighting?" Qiu Yan also sighed.

"I didn't fight," Qiu Yi looked at the person on the bed next door and whispered, "I was just beaten up."

"If you don't beat someone first, they won't beat you," Qiu Yan's logic is quite clear. "Why do you always fight?"

Qiu Yi pinched Qiu Yan's hair and rubbed it gently: "Why do you sometimes secretly step on a towel in the yard?"

Qiu Yan suddenly raised his head: "Did you see it?"

"I've also stepped on my clothes." Qiu Yi said with a smile.

"You peek at me!" Qiu Yan lowered his head embarrassedly, "I only stepped on it when I was unhappy."

"You don't need to peek," Qiu Yi said, "Your footprints are all on my back..."

"I'm not happy and I'll step on it, I don't usually step on it." Qiu Yan covered his face and said in a muffled voice.

"So," Qiu Yi smiled, "so is me."

Qiu Yan took a long time to look up at him: "Brother, are you very tired?"

"It's still done," Qiu Yi looked at his phone, "Okay, hurry up and go back. The bus will be gone later. Go back and finish your homework and go to bed. I will call my dad if you are sleeping."

"Well," Qiu Yan packed the soup pot in a bag, walked to the door of the ward and turned around, "It'll be fine when I grow up."

"Then you grow up quickly."

Erbao called Bian Nan the next day and asked him to get the soup jar. When Bian Nan was tortured by Lao Jiang, he almost crawled out of the court on his knees. He was sitting on the sidelines watching the beads of sweat dripping under his feet.

"What jar?" He didn't realize what Erbao was saying.

"Soup cans, isn't that can from the restaurant?" Erbao said anxiously.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll take out the deposit for twenty yuan," Bian Nan smiled, "You can put it at home. I'm too lazy to go and pay it back. Don't you have to continue to deliver soup to your brother?"

"I won't give it to you. My brother can tell you I bought the soup. I don't need the soup today." Erbao said depressedly.

"What's wrong with your brother? What's wrong with buying it? Do you have to let an eight-year-old child make bone soup at home?" Bian Nan shouted in discomfort, "You're not afraid of something happening!"

"He won't drink soup anymore," Erbao whispered, "Dad said to cook some porridge for him."

"Your dad cook?" Bian Nan asked, Erbao's father was sitting in a wheelchair and swayed in front of him.

"My dad taught me that it's not difficult to cook porridge," Erbao answered confidently.

Bian Nan felt that he might be sick, so he took a shower and climbed over the wall to leave the school.

He would have taken a taxi to help Erbao cook porridge to death by killing him a hundred times, but he would never have thought he would do it.

Erbao's family's financial conditions were probably not very good, so his brother didn't eat in the hospital, and he didn't agree to go to a restaurant to buy food, so he got some food at home to deal with it.

Bian Nan didn’t know how Erbao’s family cooked normally, but when he arrived at Erbao’s house, Erbao’s father was in a wheelchair to direct Erbao’s rice.

"Big Huzi!" Erbao squatted by the pool in the yard. When he looked up, he saw Bian Nan and shouted in surprise, "Why are you here!"

"Hello uncle," Bian Nan said hello to Erbao's father first, walked to Erbao and pulled off the two grains of rice on his nose, "I'll pass by... I'll take a look."

Erbao's father was very disgusted with Bian Nan's need to cook porridge, and followed him and kept saying no.

"Uncle, it's really okay," Bian Nan's movements were actually not much more skilled than Erbao. He had never been in the kitchen since he was a child. "Just command me, I'm also voice-controlled."

After washing rice, adding water, chopping minced meat, Bian Nan was busy cooking the porridge in the kitchen with Erbao's father's guidance.

Cooking porridge is not as hard as soup and bone soup. It was cooked soon. Bian Nan took a lunch box and packed it: "I'll take you there."

"No, no," Erbao's father was quite dissatisfied and stopped him quickly, "I told the eldest son of the old Li family in the entrance of the alley that he drove for rent, and he could take him to the evening shift later."

"Oh," Bian Nan nodded, put the porridge jar into a cloth bag and tied it, "Then I'll leave too, I... come here to help tomorrow."

Bian Nan saw that Erbao's family was not in good condition, but Erbao was obviously very slutty and had never worked. Erbao's father couldn't work, so his arms could move.

Originally, Bian Nan wanted to ask the neighbors in the yard to help him do it, but during the time when the porridge was cooked, he saw three neighbors, an old widow, an old couple, and a family without a single person for a long time... It is estimated that he would have to take care of Erbao and his brother.

This is the first time Bian Nan has grown up to cook for people on time and on time. Although he doesn’t do well, his level has improved quite quickly.

At the beginning, I cooked the porridge, then I started to add things to the porridge, and then I started to stir-fry for two days, but then I made a lot of progress in the next step.

"I think I can open a restaurant." He said to Erbao who was standing behind him while flipping through the ribs in the pot.

"Then I'll go eat every day," Erbao smiled happily, "Or you will lose money."

"Who said that!" Bian Nan shoveled out a piece of rib from the pot and put it in his mouth to taste it, "I think it's pretty good."

"My brother will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow," Erbao came to the stove, "and let him make a meal for you and you will know."

"Discharge?" Bian Nan was stunned. He only stayed in the hospital for a week. "He was discharged from the hospital after a fracture?"

"It's been one week and two days," Erbao nodded, "The plaster has not been removed yet. My brother said he would go home to rest, change the dressing and then go to the hospital."

Bian Nan didn't say anything. It was probably to save money, and the cost of staying in the hospital for a day was quite high.

"Are you still here?" Erbao suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes.

"Ah?" Bian Nan looked at him, "What?"

"Will you still come to cook after my brother is discharged from the hospital?" Erbao grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Erbao is quite sticky to him. Every time he comes over, Erbao will pester him and say something for a long time. Bian Nan touches his head: "Can your brother move? If you can't move, I'll come for another two days."

"I don't know if I can move," Erbao lowered his head, "and his legs are still hanging up."

"Then I'll take a look tomorrow," Bian Nan squatted down and hugged Erbao, "Is your brother not playing with you usually, a lonely child?"

"He has no time," Erbao hugged his neck, "My brother is very busy at work and school."

"Your brother is still in school?" Bian Nan was stunned. He always thought Dabao had officially started working.

"Yes," Erbao nodded, turned his head and looked at the pot, "Is it messy again?"

Bian Nan quickly jumped up and twisted the fire down, and pulled the ribs in the pot a few times: "It's not muddy, it's almost...it's just a little muddy..."

The next day, when Biannan climbed over the wall and went out, Wan Fei grabbed him: "Brother Nan, don't you go on dates every day, right?"

"Who are you going to make an appointment?" Bian Nan reached out to his eyes and showed the two bubbles on his hand that were scorching out by the oil star. "Is Black Rock?"

"Don't you, this is obviously Xiaozhi's Fire Dragon..." Wan Fei sighed, "If you have a brother, you probably don't care so much."

"I don't know," Bian Nan thought for a while. When Bian Xinyu saw him, her face covered in clouds floated past her eyes. He suddenly felt depressed, "I haven't felt it before."

"Waiting for you in the Internet cafe at night?" Wan Fei lay on the bed.

"Yes." Bian Nan took his coat and left the dormitory.

Biannan took a taxi to the entrance of Erbao's Hutong and bought a bottle of Coke and a few bags of snacks in a small supermarket. Erbao liked to eat these, but probably didn't always eat them. Every time Biannan bought him, his eyes shone.

Erbao's house was already very familiar with Bian Nan. After entering the yard, he pushed open the door of Erbao's house with familiarity.
To be continued...