If Xu Qingqiu hadn't mentioned it, Yiyi would have almost forgotten the things she had brought. Yiyi quickly stood up, found the bag she had casually tossed on the bedside table, and took out the items one by one.
"This is blanched prawns, this is meat stewed with Cordyceps, orange peel, and American ginseng, and this is meatball soup..."
Yiyi, like a little shopkeeper displaying her wares, took them out one by one and placed them on the table.
Seeing this, Chu Tian also lowered the adjustable table beside the hospital bed to make it easier for Xu Qingqiu to eat.
"Thank you for the trouble, Yiyi."
Looking at the five or six assorted dishes and soups before her, Xu Qingqiu pursed her pale lips and managed a smile; her earlier gloom from the wound had considerably lightened.
"Oh, Sister Qiu, it's what I should do! Quick, eat it while it's hot. It won't taste as good once it cools down."
"Chu Tian, Yiyi, are you two hungry too? Let's eat together!" Xu Qingqiu offered.
