lerbook Chapter 12 Hypoglycemia
Chapter 12 Hypoglycemia
Chapter 12 Hypoglycemia
He lifted the lid of the lunchbox, picked it up with his thumb and forefinger, and took a big bite, like a cow chewing on a peony.
Traveling on an empty stomach, the car swayed and rocked.
I feel like I'm going to get low blood sugar if I don't eat something soon.
The thin, crispy crust at the bottom, combined with the creamy, curd-like texture on top, creates a rich and satisfying flavor.
Yu Huan savored the taste carefully.
The rich, milky aroma lingers on the lips and teeth.
Slightly sour.
Very sweet.
"How about it?"
Hearing the inquiry.
Yu Huan turned her head and looked at Lin Yourong, who seemed to be looking straight ahead behind her sunglasses, and gave her a thumbs up with some cream on it.
His cheeks were bulging.
He could only utter indistinct sounds: "Wow! Auntie's skills are so good, she could open her own shop."
Hearing this joking compliment, Lin Yourong was quite pleased.
She nodded and said, "As long as it tastes good."
its not right?
Low blood sugar...
Yu Huan looked at Lin Yourong's lips, which were usually red without makeup, but now they were somewhat pale.
The chin is pointed, very slightly.
They seemed particularly distressed.
He tore off a tissue from the armrest box and wiped his hands.
He swallowed it hastily.
"Stop the car! You have low blood sugar!"
In a flash.
A sudden brake.
The front of the car almost touched the ground.
At the same time, a rapid honking sound came from behind.
"Uh, you should at least park on the side of the road, my dear—"
Didn't you tell me to stop the car?
Lin Yourong shrank her neck.
Fortunately, the car behind wasn't too close, and the sudden braking prevented a rear-end collision.
"Pull over to the side." Yu Huan quickly raised her hand and grabbed the roof railing above the car window, repeatedly urging, "Sister Rong, drive slowly, drive slowly!"
Lin Yourong breathed a sigh of relief, slowly pressed the accelerator, and after the vehicle moved forward at a steady speed for a while, it changed lanes and pulled over to the side of the road.
Yu Huan hurriedly picked up a carton of milk.
Tear open the straw, insert it, and hand it to her.
A sigh escaped my lips: "Reckless driving leads to tears from loved ones..."
She slowly sipped her milk, then took the small fork of cake that Yu Huan offered her again, took a small bite, and put it in her mouth.
Suddenly he said, "I was driving perfectly fine by myself. You didn't make a fuss, and nothing happened!"
On the day we got our marriage certificate, we were on our way to take our marriage certificate photos.
Lin Yourong, who appeared calm and composed, finally revealed a hint of emotion in her voice.
but.
It's not a very good situation.
Savoring that faint, lingering melancholy.
Yu Huan clicked her tongue: "Your lips are pale, and your head is bobbing up and down; you look like you're about to fall asleep..."
"Really?" After drinking the whole milk and taking a bite of cake, Lin Yourong's lips slowly regained some color. "No wonder I felt so sleepy, like I wanted to go to sleep. It turns out I had low blood sugar."
"Sister Yourong, did you sleep well last night?"
Lin Yourong hesitated for a moment before saying, "No, I was so engrossed in watching TV that I didn't go to sleep until very late."
"The Legend of Zhen Huan?" Yu Huan blurted out.
This is a bombshell in TV dramas.
In 2012, it was broadcast 31 times by various television stations.
The brilliance of "Empresses in the Palace" needs no further elaboration.
"No."
Upon hearing her denial, Yu Huan tried to recall the details.
He guessed, "The Heavenly Scar of the Xuanyuan Sword?"
The TV series "Xuan-Yuan Sword" broke the domestic weekly drama ratings record and held it for three years. This shows how popular the show was that year, and how explosive the start was for Jin Fu, a newcomer, with Hu Ge as his supporting actor.
Hear the words.
Lin Yourong shook her head and gave a definite answer: "No, it's the love story of Beiping."
"This TV series was so popular when it aired at the beginning of the year. I can't believe you're only watching it now, Sister Rong."
Upon hearing Yu Huan's words, Lin Yourong replied, "No, I just happened to rewatch it."
Yu Huan suddenly adopted a serious expression and recited a line from the play, word by word: "Love is like a ghost. Everyone has heard of it, but no one has ever seen it."
"Of course, if a group of people in a drama fall in love for no reason, and it's all melodramatic and full of love triangles, then love must be like a ghost."
Yu Huan listened to Lin Yourong's sudden rant and found it quite agreeable. This drama was indeed cursed; ten years later, almost all of the main actors had gotten divorced.
However, her remarks somehow had a touch of the pure love warrior vibe.
He quickly chimed in, "And your values follow your wallet, right?"
Hear this.
Lin Yourong, holding a milk carton in her right hand, slowly turned her head.
The eyes behind the sunglasses were clearly looking at him:
"If you were in the same predicament as Shi Xiaomeng, how much money would you be willing to sell your love?"
Those dark glasses prevented Yu Huan from discerning her expression.
then.
Yu Huan thought back carefully.
There is a scene like this in the love story of Beiping.
Shi Xiaomeng, a young man from the countryside who moved to Beijing with his girlfriend, did struggle with this issue.
However, with each escalation of the demands, until it became an irresistible offer for him, he finally compromised and signed the secret contract.
She gave up her childhood sweetheart to the male protagonist in exchange for money, power, and status.
As a result, he received an offer of employment from Dade Group, a manager position, and 20 yuan.
And on its head, there was a clump of lush green hair.
Yu Huan, of course, understood this very deeply.
If he had enough bread, Fang Yuting, who had been licking his boots for ten years before his rebirth, would surely stop for him.
She won't end up marrying the top donor just for financial security.
After all, he was a handsome young man who looked even better than Daniel Wu, but he didn't have much money.
As long as there's bread, you might lick it until the very end, and then you'll have everything you could want.
however.
Looking back, Yu Huan realized that this wasn't love.
A heavy thought flashed through Yu Huan's mind, but she replied in a teasing tone, "Yes, I will earn enough money to make sure that no one is qualified to buy my love!"
"puff!"
Lin Yourong couldn't help but laugh for a moment.
Spots of milk were sprayed onto the steering wheel and the windshield.
Fortunately, there wasn't much milk in my mouth, which prevented an embarrassing situation like a fountain.
Lin Yourong hurriedly switched the milk carton to her left hand, and with her right hand pulled out a tissue from the armrest box to wipe the corner of her mouth.
"Uh, is it that funny?"
While looking serious, Yu Huan tore off a few tissues and handed them to her.
Lin Yourong stood up slightly.
Wiping away the milk stains from the steering wheel and windshield, he said in a feigned indifference:
"I remember happy things."
After the two tidied up...
With a straw in her mouth, she suddenly asked, "Did you bring your household registration booklet?"
"Not all milk is called Te-lun-su!" Yu Huan glanced at it and suddenly couldn't help but blurt out a rather dirty joke.
A slap on the forehead.
wrong.
That was too abrupt!
Once you get to know someone and get closer to them, you realize they're not as aloof as you imagined; at least you can have normal conversations with them, and it's easy to let your guard down.
My mouth is faster than my brain, and some things are easily blurted out.
For example, some risqué jokes that are appropriate for the occasion.
"Ahem." Yu Huan felt that she should be more careful with her words in the future.
"Ok?"
The bewilderment on Lin Yourong's face was still clearly visible through the sunglasses that covered most of her oval face.
Fortunately, she couldn't understand it.
(End of this chapter)