Watching his mother ramble on, Huo Jingrui couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile. His mother liked to cook but truly lacked the talent for it, a fact well-known throughout the compound.
Back when they were children, that little rascal Liu Cheng had tagged along and suffered plenty from her cooking. It must have left a psychological scar on him.
Jiang Jingya served her son a bowl and said, "Son, drink it while it's hot. It'll taste fishy once it cools."
As her son took the bowl, Jiang Jingya sat down next to him. "Son, I've asked the doctor. After you're discharged this time, you'll need to rest for a while before you can return to the troop."
Before she could finish, Huo Jingrui interrupted her, "Mom, just get to the point."
Jiang Jingya's eyes twinkled with amusement. "My son is so clever."
