After a night of careful care, Xiao Fengfeng's fever subsided by morning.
When he woke up, he was still a little confused and softly called out when he saw his mom lying by the bedside, "Mom."
Guan Yuqi heard her son's voice, jerked her head up, and saw that he was awake. She excitedly pulled him into her arms, "Son, you're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Sun Yufeng shook his head and said, "I'm not uncomfortable, Mom, I'm hungry."
Just at that moment, Qiu Xiaochan, who had heard the noise and come over, said, "Our Fengfeng is hungry, wait here, Grandma will go and get the lean meat and century egg porridge you love."
Guan Yuqi greedily inhaled her son's scent and whispered, "Thankfully, you're okay, otherwise mom truly wouldn't be able to live."
Xiao Fengfeng, puzzled, asked, "Mom, why are you crying?"
Guan Yuqi, fearing she might scare the child, quickly reined in her emotions, "Because Mom was late yesterday, Mom feels guilty. I'm sorry, son."
