Although the takeout platform shows that the takeout will be delivered in six minutes.
In fact, by the time the rider delivered the takeaway to the hospital, Ning Youguang's ward had been changed.
"Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty's takeout has arrived, is it here?"
"Go and take it." Ming Jinxin was helping Shi Wangyue sort out the daily necessities he had brought for him and Ning Youguang to use in the hospital.
Only Ming Chaochu stood aside and stared.
When she heard the delivery man yelling like a headless fly outside the door, she immediately called him out to pick her up.
Tomorrow I will go out to get takeout with a cold face.
The young rider wearing a raincoat and carrying three bags of takeout saw the ugly expression on the face of the handsome guy walking towards him. He immediately bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, handsome guy, you guys are too busy waiting for the elevator in the hospital building."
There were so many, I waited for a long time before I could squeeze in."
"Give it to me." In fact, the two of them had just contacted each other, and Ming Chao told him in detail about changing wards on the phone.
But the delivery rider didn’t know whether it was because the mobile phone signal was poor or what was going on. He wandered around the emergency room building for a long time, wasting a lot of time.
It’s not that he doesn’t understand that the delivery rider has a hard time delivering food in such a cold weather. The main reason is that he is afraid that in such a cold weather, he will wait for a long time and delay for too long. The porridge will be cold when it is delivered, and his sister will not be able to eat it.
Therefore, when I was talking to the delivery rider just now, Ming Chao's tone was not very good.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He gave Ming Chao the porridge and snacks in his hand, and the rider kept apologizing to him and said hurriedly, "Look, handsome man, your porridge really has an insulated bag.
It won’t be cold.”
Ming Chao looked at the particularly young rider in front of him who kept bending down to apologize, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.
Then, he reached into his coat pocket and took out a black wallet, "Wait a minute."
"Handsome guy?" The young rider, who bent down to apologize and was about to run away, stopped hurriedly, turned around and looked at Ming Chao with a surprised look on his face.
Mingchao walked to his side in a few steps.
He took out two brand new red banknotes from his wallet and handed them to him, "Thank you for your hard work. Go buy a pair of gloves."
"Handsome guy?" The young rider's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had seen something shocking.
"Take it." Ming Chao's voice was a little calmer. Seeing the rider staring at him motionless, he added gently, "I often tip people, I'm used to it."
After a long silence, the young takeaway rider stretched out his cold hand and took the cash from Ming Chao's hand.
…
Since Ning Youguang asked for vegetable porridge, Ming Chao had no choice but to abandon the famous high-end seafood porridge restaurant in the capital that he had originally chosen. He blindly selected a restaurant online that looked good based on reviews and ratings, but he had never tried it.
Porridge shop.
Unexpectedly, when the takeaway was delivered, not only was it carefully packaged, but the food also tasted quite good.
The most important thing is that on such a cold day, when the food was delivered to the ward, the porridge was still piping hot and the buns and snacks were still warm.
So much so that when Ming Jinxin, the only one who had eaten dinner, was feeding Ning Youguang some porridge, and watching Shi Wangyue and Ming Chao burying their heads in eating, her appetite was aroused, "Is the millet cake delicious?"
She asked Shi Wangyue, who was eating heavily.
Shi Wangyue nodded, and although he said nothing, he swallowed half of the millet cake in his hand, and then picked up a fat white bun from the table in front of him.
He used practical actions to tell Ming Jinxin what delicious food means.
Ning Youguang watched him pick up the buns and immediately asked, "Wangyue, what kind of buns are you?"
Shi Wangyue looked at her and shook his head. His mouth was still full of rice cakes chewing.
The Ming Dynasty replied, "Three fresh meat buns."
After Ning Youguang heard this, he wanted to say to Shi Wangyue, "Wangyue, you can't eat the three fresh steamed buns. You can eat a few more millet cakes."
People with fever should not eat meat until the fever has subsided. They should eat a light diet. It is best to only eat white rice porridge and vegetable porridge.
But seeing the way he was devouring his food, she thought he was very hungry, so she had to change her words and said, "Wangyue, you can only eat one steamed bun."
Shi Wangyue nodded and ate the three fresh meat buns in a few mouthfuls.
Then, he drank porridge again.
After finishing a large bowl of porridge, he picked up a steamed bun placed slightly closer to Ming Dynasty and ate it.
Ming Chao, Ming Chao gently handed over the unopened box of rice noodles in front of him, "This egg fried rice noodles is quite delicious."
"Thank you." Shi Wangyue took the rice noodles and started eating.
"..."
Ming Chao felt that something was very wrong with Shi Wangyue.
He is closest to Shi Wangyue, unlike his mother, who only sees Shi Wangyue eating fast, which means he is hungry.
But he is not, he can not only eat but also see the expression on his face when he eats. This is definitely not the expression of a very hungry person eating.
How to describe it?
He felt that when Shi Wangyue ate, he was not eating, but stuffing something into his stomach.
"Wangyue?" Mingchao quietly observed Shi Wangyue and said for a moment, "There is soy milk here, do you want to drink it?"
Shi Wangyue didn't even ask, just stretched out his hand——
At this moment, not only Ming Chao discovered that something was wrong with Shi Wangyue, but also Ning Youguang and Ming Jinxin.
After the three of them looked at each other, Ming Jinxin gently patted the quilt covering Ning Youguang, whose expression changed slightly.
After that, she put the half-fed vegetable porridge on the head of Ning Youguang's bed, walked gently to Shi Wangyue and asked him, "Did Wangyue not eat anything all the way today?"
Shi Wangyue did not slow down her eating speed because of Ming Jinxin's arrival, "I want to eat more so that I can get better quickly."
Get well soon, what are you doing...
The answer is obvious.
Ming Jinxin's heart trembled for some reason, but she didn't dare to stop him, so she could only gently advise, "Eat slowly, eat slowly, don't choke."
Shi Wangyue nodded and continued to take a mouthful of steamed buns and a mouthful of soy milk.
Ning Youguang gently waved his hand to Ming Jinxin where Shi Wangyue was not paying attention.
Ming Jin thought for a moment and then said, "Mingchao, you can go back after eating later. I'll take care of you here at night."
Ming Chao nodded, "You have a day off tomorrow."
"Aunt Ming, you and your eldest brother should go back together." Shi Wangyue stuffed the empty soy milk cup into a garbage bag, "I'll be here tonight."
"How can you stay with me all night?" Ming Jinxin said immediately, "You are still sick."
"I've taken medicine." Shi Wangyue continued to clean up the disposable dishes and chopsticks he had eaten.
"It doesn't heal that quickly after taking medicine." Ming Jinxin took the garbage bag from Wangyue's hand and packed it up by herself, "You go and have a rest, you don't need to do this."
Shi Wangyue stopped picking up the trash, walked to Ning Youguang, picked up the bowl of porridge she had not finished, and continued to feed her.1314