"It's not hard work."
"It's not hard work."
The two men looked at Tang Yue, pleasantly surprised, then lowered their heads again.
Tang Yue found a room for them to rest and then took the breakfast to deliver to Lian He.
Last night, Tang Yue wanted to stay at the hospital, but Lian He wouldn't agree, insisting she go home. Moreover, Gu Chun was at the hospital as well, so Tang Yue didn't refuse.
"Dad, how are you feeling today?"
Tang Yue handed over the millet porridge she brought, poured a bowl for Lian He, and said, "We only have millet left at home, so I made millet porridge. Tomorrow, I'll bring you some pumpkin porridge or dumplings."
"Good, they're all delicious." Lian He wasn't a picky eater; no matter what Tang Yue brought, he felt extremely happy. Drinking the hot porridge, he said, "You don't need to worry about me. I'm fine, and in a couple of days, I'll be discharged."
