"Mr. Ouyang, what would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you."
"I want Chinese food, and I want you to make it yourself."
"But, there's no kitchen in the hospital." Lin Yixun said with difficulty, "Mr. Ouyang, how about I make it for you after we get back home?"
"No, I want it now." Even though he was still sick, Ouyang Hao's "prince syndrome" could not be cured. Seeing that Lin Yixun had not responded for a long time, he said wistfully, "Didn't you say that if I woke up, you would listen to everything I say? You even said that if I asked you to go east, you wouldn't go west. Are you just saying that to fool me?"
"Mr. Ouyang, I have no intention of fooling you."
"Then what do you mean?"
The little assistant couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to help Lin Yixun out, "Yixun, why don't you go back to the hotel first and see if the kitchen there can be used?"
