Nan Sichen released her wrist, sat up from the bed, and turned his head to look at the table beside him, where Jiang Mei had just placed the food she bought.
"I'm hungry," Nan Sichen said flatly.
Jiang Mei was stunned for a moment, then got up quickly, "Oh, I just bought some food, there's porridge and dumplings. Don't you love dumplings?"
She went to the table and took out the things from the food box.
Nan Sichen was a bit confused. He didn't know if he liked dumplings, but he seemed to remember someone very important to him loved dumplings.
Jiang Mei first brought over the dumplings, placed them on the table beside the hospital bed, and then went over to pour the porridge.
Nan Sichen picked up a pair of chopsticks, held up a dumpling, looked at it for a long time, then took a bite, frowned slightly, and spat it out, "This isn't the taste."
"What taste?" Jiang Mei asked, puzzled.
"Shrimp," said Nan Sichen.
