137 Are You Allergic to Romance?
Du Yue was speechless. What should she say? Was this man allergic to romance? However, it was also quite cute. He liked to eat meat, and his preferred method of expressing his fondness for others was to cook meat for them. It was simple and direct without any beating about the bush.
She glanced at He Xing’s bleeding palm and said, “Let’s treat your hand first. Don’t let it get infected.”
He Xing looked at the wound and waved his hand. “It’s okay. It’ll be fine in a while.”
“Sit down. I’ll help you deal with it,” Du Yue said.
“Alright,” he said. He Xing sat down obediently. Then, he realized that he needed the first aid kit to treat his wound. “I’ll go get it.”
“No need, sit tight.” Du Yue stopped him and sat down beside him. “Put all the weapons on the table back into the space.”
Although He Xing had no idea what she was going to do, he nodded and put all his weapons back into his interspace.
Du Yue met He Xing’s puzzled gaze and placed her hand on the table. In the blink of an eye, a first aid kit appeared beside her hand. “Let’s exchange secrets. I actually have an interspace too.” With that, Du Yue opened the first aid kit and took out iodophor to disinfect He Xing’s wound.
The wound was very deep, and if it was not carefully treated, it could get infected. After carefully applying iodophor on his wound a few times, Du Yue took out some medicinal powder. Just as she was about to apply it, she remembered something. “By the way, what do you do if you’re injured in the galaxy? The technology in the interstellar is so advanced, so the medical technology should be quite advanced too!”
“There’s a healing pod in the galaxy. The injured can lie in there and recuperate for a while before they recover.”
“Then you should lie down and rest.”
“Um, I don’t have a healing pod right now.”
Du Yue found it funny and was helpless. She could only sprinkle some medicinal powder on the wound and then carefully wrap it up with gauze. “It’s a good thing the temperature is low now, so the wound won’t get infected easily. You should pay more attention to your wound and don’t let it come into contact with water. I’ll come and change the dressing for you every day so that you can recover faster.”
He Xing sat there obediently and listened to Du Yue’s instructions seriously. In the end, he nodded. “I understand. I’ll be good and not let my wound come into contact with water.”
Du Yue put the medicine into the first aid box and gently closed it. She looked into He Xing’s pitch-black eyes and continued what she had not finished earlier.
“I discovered my interspace before the apocalypse. So, I used all my money to buy supplies and stored them in the space. Did you just say you wanted to celebrate with braised pork? Forget about it. You’ve been eating pork a lot recently, and now that you’re injured, you can’t eat anything spicy. You can’t eat fish or seafood either. Do you want to eat black pepper steak instead?”
Seeing He Xing nod, Du Yue put the first aid kit back into her interspace and took out two plates of steak. The black pepper steak was grilled well, and just the smell of it was enough to make one drool. “If you want to eat steak, the main course will naturally have to be tomato spaghetti. We’ll also have mushroom soup and a salad. You can’t drink now, but there’s orange juice and grape juice, as well as yogurt, milk, and milk tea. What do you want to drink?”
Du Yue did not hear He Xing’s reply for a long time. She looked at him curiously. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You don’t like any of them?”
He Xing gulped and looked at Du Yue in a daze. “No, I was just wondering if I was dreaming,” he said slowly.
Du Yue smiled happily. “Do you want me to pinch you? Why don’t I try and you’ll see if it hurts?”
“No, no, it’s fine.” He Xing shook his head repeatedly. ‘To be honest, I’ve never seen so much delicious food even in my dreams. After all, I’ve never even seen these things when I was in the galaxy.”
He Xing’s words were somewhat pitiful. “So, what do you want to drink? If you don’t eat now, it’ll get cold.”
“Orange juice, orange juice! I like orange juice!”
Du Yue nodded and took out a large bottle of orange juice. She also took out two cups and poured a cup for each of them. Then, she took out a basin of warm water from her interspace. “Wash your hands first before you eat.”
After saying that, Du Yue put her hands into the basin. When she saw that He Xing’s hand was uninjured, she pulled it over and helped to wash it. After washing and drying her hands, she put the basin aside. Du Yue handed He Xing a pair of chopsticks. “If you’re not used to using a knife and a fork, eat with chopsticks.”