Sylvan Cheney's lips curled into a slight smile: "Alright... double."
Yukon Carbon said nothing more, the atmosphere in the hospital room no longer tense, but rather relaxed and at ease.
He looked at the pale-faced Sylvan Cheney on the hospital bed and raised his chin: "The porridge is on the table, it will get cold."
"What porridge?"
"Lotus seed black rice porridge."
"Not eating it, go get red bean porridge."
"..." Yukon Carbon gave him a sidelong glance, "Eat it if you want."
After speaking, Yukon Carbon adjusted his scarf, glanced at the deep night outside the window.
It was getting late, and he didn't bother to deal with Sylvan Cheney anymore, turning and leaving the hospital room, closing the door behind him.
Sylvan Cheney had just completed surgery, couldn't afford to get angry, he turned his head and looked at the bowl of porridge on the table, reaching out to take it.
The porridge was still warm, he opened the lid and started eating it.
