Yang Xiaoxia ate one last slice of Yili bread.
Xue Yue felt a little sorry for her. "You look like you've lost a lot of weight. If it gets too bad, you should buy some milk powder to drink. You need the nutrients."
"We'll see. Milk powder isn't easy to buy either."
"If I had known you were having such a hard time, I would have brought some back for you when I went to the provincial capital. But I'll mention it to He Lang. I'll see if anyone on his team is heading to the provincial capital soon and ask them to bring some back for you."
Yang Xiaoxia nodded. "Okay, that could work. Just tell me how much it costs, and I'll pay you back."
"Okay."
They happened to have some cellophane noodles at home, so for lunch, Xue Yue made Yang Xiaoxia a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup.
Yang Xiaoxia drank the entire large bowl without throwing up.
After she finished, she rubbed her belly. "That was so delicious."
