Time rewound to the morning.
Xu Nianhua arrived at the hospital with a pot of boiled lean meat porridge, and Xu Nian'an looked at her as if she was a savior, saying, "Little sister, you've come way too late, my stomach is completely flat with hunger."
Xu Nian'an looked at the porridge in her hand and the bag of meat buns, happily saying, "Little sister, you're the best, you know I love meat buns."
Xu Nian'an ate the meat buns with big bites, feeling exceptionally satisfied, convinced that home was best, even the meat buns tasted better from home.
"Big brother, are you being a bit melodramatic?" Xu Nianhua placed the porridge down, glanced at her watch—it was just a bit past seven o'clock, she hadn't arrived that late.
"Yes."
Xu Nian'an finished a meat bun in two bites, his flat stomach finally feeling a bit more comfortable.
