It was the end of summer, in a small country in Continent F at the edge of the equator. The weather was so hot that an egg could be cooked immediately on the ground.
"Dog man, you torture me the moment you wake up." An Rao held the frozen milk in her hand and hurried into the ward.
That day, Bo Xiaoli was unconscious and slept for ten hours before waking up. In the end, the first thing he said when he woke up was that he wanted to eat.
An Rao went to ask the doctor. The doctor said that it was okay, so An Rao wanted to buy something delicious for him.
Who would have thought that Bo Xiao would not eat what was bought outside? He looked at An Rao confidently. "I want to eat what you make."
Bo Xiao frowned when An Rao rejected him. "It hurts." An Rao immediately went to the kitchen to make a bowl of porridge for Bo Xiao.
He did not ask An Rao to cook for him today. Out of the blue, he wanted to drink frozen milk.
