From-DIDIDA Novels
“It warmed the whole body?” Ning Qirui’s focus was a bit off. He glanced at Yang Jinyou and said with a faint smile, “So you really are that person! Otherwise, how would you know so clearly?”
Yang Jinyou, “…”
As the two talked, Ning Qirui’s agent suddenly opened the door and walked in, carrying two heavy lunch boxes in his hands.
“Qirui, your dinner is here.”
“It’s so late, and you haven’t eaten yet?” Yang Jinyou frowned and stepped aside to make way for the agent.
Ning Qirui’s agent proficiently set up the table. He opened the lunch boxes and took out the soup, porridge, and the fish in them.
As soon as he opened the lunch box, the aroma of the food inside immediately wafted out and spread to the entire ward.
Ning Qirui mumbled uncomfortably, “It smells delicious.”
On the other hand, Yang Jinyou was dumbstruck. He glanced at the three familiar dishes on the table, focusing on the fish.
When he watched the livestream, he complained with the other viewers and had no idea which lucky patient would get to taste the fish.
Now, this fish appeared right under his nose on the dinner table of his good friend!
“This…this…” Yang Jinyou pointed at the fish with a trembling finger, looking like he might pass out at any moment.
Ning Qirui felt taken aback. “What’s wrong with you? Are you having a convulsion?”
Yang Jinyou wiped his face and patted the table. “Where did your meal come from?”
“My brother found me a doctor to treat my illness. The doctor had sent me this meal and said that eating it together would be good for my illness.”
Yang Jinyou finally could not help uttering profanities when he heard this. “F*ck!”
He now feels that he has just revealed his weakness, and his efforts to push recommendations to his good friend was a dumb move!
Su Yayan, who did not know that her identity was on the verge of being exposed, was busy cooking the following few dishes.
She considered Huo Chenhuan’s taste preference and made boiled pork slices, Mapo tofu, stir-fried pork ribs, and Sichuan-style pork trotter soup.
These types of dishes had a heavier taste. As soon as she finished cooking, the smell drifted out of the kitchen, causing everyone to drool.
When Su Yayan prepared the dishes, Mr. Su and the others stretched out their necks to catch a whiff of the delightful smell.
Su Yayan divided these dishes into a single portion and packed them into a lunch box before taking them out.
Meanwhile, she prepared sweet and sour pork and stir-fried tomato and scrambled eggs as quickly as possible.
When she made boiled fish last time, her family ate a lot of it. She thought that they would like this too.
It was just that having too much spicy food would be burdensome on the digestive system of the seniors, so she had prepared more dishes for them to choose from.
After finishing these, Su Yayan did not care about eating and first delivered the packed lunch box.
Gu Shaoyang was temporarily assigned to pick up the food for Huo Chenhuan. Su Yayan passed him the food and gave him a hot drink.
“Thanks for the trouble. Here is some mint tea. Drinking some can relieve the discomfort of your nose.”
Gu Shaoyang was stunned. He was allergic and had a bit of rhinitis, but he was usually fine. However, when the seasons had changed, or the weather was cold, he would constantly sneeze, and his nose would be uncomfortable.
Yu Ziyan and others knew about this, but he did not expect that Su Yayan would be so observant to notice this and even specially prepare a cup of tea for him.
Future Young Madam was such an angel!