Song Nuan has already escaped danger and is currently sitting by the bed, with lots of food in front of her, mainly soups and nourishing dishes.
She has a gentle smile on her face, her skin fair, looking very well-behaved. Having been hospitalized for nearly a week, the color in her cheeks has returned quite a bit.
But she still looks somewhat weak.
The most important thing is.
A boy is sitting by the bed.
He looks clean and fresh, holding soup in his hand, feeding Song Nuan with a spoon.
Song Nuan said, "I can do it myself."
The boy said, "You're still very weak now, doing it yourself will be inconvenient; I'll feed you."
"Why don't you also try some. I heard you were hospitalized, so I specially found a chef to learn this soup, it's made by me. Try it and see how it tastes. If it's good, I'll make it again tomorrow; if you don't like it, I'll go back and study more to see if there's any way to improve it."
