The sweet and sour aroma lingered in the kitchen.
Xu Musen looked at the soup base, its color red and clear, and was quite surprised: "It's only been a few days, I didn't expect your cooking to improve so much."
"Well, there are still things you haven't expected..."
An Nuannuan looked at Xu Musen, a slight curve appearing at the corner of her lips: "I learned from my mother, and lately I love the sweet and sour taste."
She packed the hawthorn lotus seed soup.
The two of them arrived at the hospital.
In the ward, Yao Mingyue was once again wearing a patient gown, and the nurse and doctor left with several tubes of freshly drawn blood.
Even with her good mindset, Yao Mingyue couldn't help but look a bit pale at this moment.
"You're here."
Liu Rushuang, who had been guarding the ward, smiled and stood up when she saw them.
"Yes, Aunt Liu, I made hawthorn lotus seed soup for Mingyue."
An Nuannuan walked over, holding the bowl.
