While the two were talking, Yang Ruoqing had already prepared breakfast and placed it in a multi-layered mahogany insulated food box.

"Ping'er, I have to go. The big ones and the small ones are still waiting for me to bring food, haha." She picked up the food box and smiled at Ping'er.

Ping'er said, "What do you want to eat at noon? Just tell me and I'll make it. When it's done, leave it here. It doesn't matter whoever comes over to get it, you or Feng Tang."

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said, "I can't say for sure now. We'll see when the time comes. Just go about your business. Don't disrupt your rhythm just because our Zhi'er comes to the hospital."

Ping'er shook her head: "I don't have any rhythm..."

Over there, Chef Zhou had just prepared the two portions of noodles with shrimp ordered by the customer. When they were the best in color and aroma, he asked the waiter to quickly deliver them to the front lobby. Only then did he finally have time to come to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"Qing'er, is Dazhi's condition better?" Chef Zhou asked.

The host girl was kind-hearted, but her son was lost by bad people. Not only did she not resent the families around her who had sons.

On the contrary, she cared for her adopted son as if she were her own child.

Many times in the past, when the hostess and his wife came to a restaurant in town, they would bring their two children with them.

The two children, one biological and the other adopted, are treated equally with everything they buy and eat.

Moreover, Chef Zhou also teased the child named Dazhi. From the dependence between that child and the host girl,

Chef Zhou, who is now a father, can tell that the girl at the host's house is not just a show off in front of others. Privately, she is really close to the child, because children cannot lie or pretend.

Yang Ruoqing was about to leave when she heard Chef Zhou's question and stopped.

"The cough is getting better, and the fever has finally gone away. When I woke up this morning, I said I wanted to eat, so I came right away," she said.

Chef Zhou nodded repeatedly: "It's okay to be hungry. This is a sign of improvement."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "I wish you good luck, Uncle Zhou."

Chef Zhou continued: "What do you want to eat for lunch? Tell me so I can prepare it in advance."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing and Ping'er looked at each other and both smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Chef Zhou was confused.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle Zhou, Ping'er asked you just now. I told her that we don't know yet. We'll talk about it at noon. Just follow your own arrangements and don't worry about us."

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Returned to Yihechun Medical Center as quickly as possible.

By this time, it was already morning, the medical clinic had opened, and a new day had begun.

The lobby was as busy as usual, but due to the change of seasons and the sudden cooling of the weather, the number of sick people increased sharply.

Coughs were everywhere, and children were held in the arms of adults, coaxed and crying.

The environment in the front yard was really bad, so Yang Ruoqing hurried to the backyard.

The ward area in the backyard was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

The family members or servants of the patients who were receiving treatment in the hospital were all boiling medicine on the small stoves at the entrance of their respective wards.

The aromas of various medicines intertwined together, forming an invisible barrier that shrouded a small patch of sky in the backyard.

Yang Ruoqing went straight to Dazhi's ward, opened the door, and saw two beds side by side, with a curtain drawn between them.

This curtain was a pair of sheets she brought from home. At that time, she was worried that Da Zhi would keep vomiting and stain the sheets in the hospital and she couldn't find a replacement, so she brought an extra pair, but unexpectedly, it was there.

It comes in handy here.

In the ward, Dazhi was lying on the bed near the door. Luo Fengtang was sitting by the bed, putting a coat on Dazhi.

Yang Huazhong also stood aside and watched with a smile.

Yang Huaming was also there, but he said nothing and frowned, obviously still worried about money.

"Breakfast is here, come and eat!" Yang Ruoqing cheered towards Dazhi after entering the room.

Dazhi's eyes fell on the mahogany food box in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and gently lick his lower lips.

"Zhi'er, mother cooked you vegetable and egg noodles, and your aunt Ping'er also cooked you sweet red dates and glutinous rice porridge. Wait for mother to come and feed you." Yang Ruoqing put the contents of the food box in the food box.

On a table next to her, she turned to face Dazhi, who was sitting on the bed and followed her with his eyes.

"What should we eat first? Sweet porridge or noodles?" she asked again.

Dazhi said without hesitation: "Noodles, noodles made by my mother."

"Okay, then Mom will feed you noodles first." Yang Ruoqing said, picking up the noodles and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Dad, Fourth Uncle, Tang Yazi, don't stand still. There is food in the food box. You are grateful to eat it while it is hot." She greeted.

"Three bowls of fried rice. I think it's hard to fill your stomachs with the soup and water this morning, so I made egg fried rice to starve you." She added.

Luo Fengtang then walked to the food box and opened it and found four portions inside. Qing'er probably left one portion for herself.

Luo Fengtang took out the two bowls from Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming first, handed them to them, and then took out his own portion.

"Qing'er, where's your share?" Luo Fengtang asked suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I can't eat. When I was in the kitchen over there, I drank a bowl of longan and lotus seed soup, and my stomach is still bloated."

"If you eat a few more bites of egg fried rice, you won't feel hungry after that soup." Luo Fengtang said again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I have to save my stomach for lunch. Don't save it. You will get angry if you eat by yourself."

"Fourth brother, don't just walk around here with your head down. You should also ask Xiaojuan." Yang Huazhong said to Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming kept holding the chopsticks in his hand and hummed disapprovingly, "There's no need to go. With her virtue, she only has her mouth and nostrils left to breathe, so she won't be able to eat at all!"

Yang Huazhong asked again: "Have you asked the doctor? Everything must be done according to the doctor's instructions."

Yang Huaming said: "Third brother, don't worry. That girl, you should be thankful to God if you can get this life back. What else do you want!"

Yang Huazhong was speechless and ate in silence.

After eating, it was time for Yang Huazhong to go back. There was still a lot of work for him to handle at home.

"Qing'er, there's something in short supply, do you want me to give it to you?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "It's gone for the time being."

Yang Huazhong said: "Sure, then I will go back first..."

"Third brother, wait for me, I'll go back with you." Yang Huaming suddenly spoke up.
Chapter completed!