Back home, He Tiantian saw the familiar and cozy house, and her whole body relaxed.
She flopped right onto the sofa and sprawled out without any composure.
"Tiantian, what do you want for lunch? Mom will make it for you!"
Mrs. He saw He Tiantian in this posture and instead of scolding her, she was overjoyed.
Her daughter was back to her old self, instead of lying sick on a hospital bed.
While gently asking her daughter, she bent over to take off her shoes and put on slippers for her.
"Braised pork, oil-braised shrimp, sauced pig trotters, oh, and stir-fried intestines!"
He Tiantian rattled off several heavy, oily dishes without pause.
Having no choice, after spending a week in the hospital with nothing but bland meals, He Tiantian had long been craving, her eyes practically glowing green.
Uh, so, she was rushing to be discharged from the hospital; aside from the inconvenience of staying there, her cravings were largely to blame.
