Aunt Tong was overjoyed. Last night she saw the lady, but the lady didn't mention the existence of Yanling. She kept murmuring, "That's right, it's great, it's great."
Li Yeqi frowned, "Aunt Tong, Xiaoling is hungry."
"Oh, yes, yes, it's almost two o'clock, the young master must be hungry. I'll go wash the dishes right away, wait a bit." Aunt Tong was so happy she was dancing around, she pushed the door open and went into the ward.
Yanling looked up at Li Yeqi, "Grandma Tong seems really happy, huh?"
"She is naturally happy to see you." Li Yeqi pushed Yanling into the ward, leaned over, picked him up, and placed him on the hospital bed, "Are you hungry?"
Yanling shook his head.
After a while, Aunt Tong came out with a bowl of chicken soup, and brought it to the bedside. Li Yeqi reached out to take it. Seeing Aunt Tong still standing by and staring at Yanling, he said, "Aunt Tong, if you keep staring like that, you'll make Xiaoling uncomfortable."
