The fat chef came out of the small kitchen, holding a delicate soup bowl in his hand, and served it with both hands.
Qingting quickly stood up and took it, thanked him, and pointed to what he just brought in, "Uncle Huang, these are the fruits and snacks that Mommy likes to eat. Remember to let her eat some every day."
The doctor said that eating smaller meals more often can help recovery.
The chef quickly agreed, liking this kind and filial young lady very much.
Not only him, but other entourages also like this newly minted young lady of the Leng family. She is lively, cheerful, good-tempered, easy-going and easy to serve. She often makes the lady laugh happily, adding a touch of joy to everyone's usually dull days.
Unlike the previous Miss Lan Xin, who pretended to be well-behaved and docile in front of Madam, but when she turned around to face these followers, she showed her pampering side and pushed them around without any respect.
Rui Shao had good taste and chose the best girl to be his wife.
Their followers felt relieved and were not afraid that life would be difficult in the future.
Qingting snuggled close to Leng's mother, chattering and laughing non-stop, and there was no quiet time.
Qi Rui arrived at the hospital after get off work. Before entering the ward, he heard his wife's clear voice, "Mommy, this movie is very interesting and funny. I like it very much. If you are bored during the day, just watch it."
"good."
"These songs are also good. They have lively melodies and will make people feel good."
"I know, I will listen."
When Qi Rui heard these words, no matter how many worries he had, they disappeared, like an unknown big hand gently touching his heartstrings. He felt indescribably comfortable all over his body. He pushed the door open and said, "Mommy, Tingting."
Leng Mu was half lying on the bed, leaning head to head with Qingting and looking at the handheld computer with a smile on her face, "Arui, you are here, we are waiting for you to have dinner together."
Qingting waved his little hand and squeezed his left eye mischievously, "I have your favorite black fish soup."
The corner of Qi Rui's mouth twitched. Since when did he like to eat black fish soup? Nonsense.
On the small table in the living room, there are four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetarian dishes. They are all simple home-cooked dishes. They taste very light, have less oil and salt, and are suitable for patients to eat.
The three of them sat together. Qingting quickly poured out three bowls of soup, "Here, one bowl for Mommy, one bowl for Qi Rui, and one bowl for me. Everyone should drink it all."
"Why do you treat me like a child?" Having said that, the smile on Leng's mother's face never disappeared, and she drank all the fish soup happily.
Qi Rui's eyes almost fell out when he saw it. How could he remember that his mother hated fish soup? He disliked the fishy smell of fish soup, so he didn't eat fish at home all year round.
Qingting kicked him with his foot and raised his chin, "Drink."
Qi Rui pursed his lips and drank the fish soup slowly. To be honest, it didn't taste good. It faded away and the fishy smell of the fish soup became more obvious.
Qingting smiled and took a chopstick and put it on the plate in front of Leng's mother, "This stir-fried lettuce is delicious. Mommy, you should try it too."
"Yeah, not bad." Leng Mu smiled and narrowed her eyes, looking like she was extremely delicious.
Not bad? Qirui took a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, his expression stiffened for a moment.
No taste at all!
As long as Qingting brought the dishes, Leng Mu would happily eat them. She finished the meal and ate it for a whole hour, enjoying herself happily.
Seeing the constant smile on his mother's face, Qi Rui couldn't help but glance at his wife and gently held her little hand under the table.