"That's only right, I won't disturb you while you eat." Guo Chunhua calmly pushed the cart away.
"Xiao Ning, why did you take so long?" Xu Qigang's cold face revealed a slight smile, "It's hard work cooking so much every day, isn't it? Once I'm discharged, I'll take over all the housework."
Sheng Ning opened the thermal container, which contained a rich and aromatic black fish soup, perfect for healing wounds in the later stages. Drinking more of it would prevent the wound from being painful and itchy on rainy days. She poured a bowl of black fish head soup first, followed by a serving of preserved egg and lean pork congee, all ideal food for patients.
"Can you? I don't want to mooch off you for meals every day." Hearing Xu Qigang's words, she thought of the scenes at home where her father-in-law and mother-in-law would go out to eat together, and couldn't help but smile.
Xu Qigang coughed lightly, "We can also go to the canteen."
Sheng Ning rolled her eyes at him.
