Looking at Zhai Sheng who was leaving with the porridge, Qiao Nan kept feeling something was not right. However, Zhai Sheng looked so calm and composed that Qiao Nan did not feel that he was lying.
"Gee, I forgot to tell Brother Zhai again. On the other hand, it is also uncertain whether the method is workable." At the thought of her owing Zhai Sheng 1,500 yuan, Qiao Nan's pretty and fresh-looking face revealed uneasiness all over.
After a sigh, Qiao Nan scooped the remaining chicken porridge from Zhai Sheng into a thermal food container, leaving not a single drop for Qiao Zijin. Thereafter, she left for the hospital.
At the smell of the extremely fragrant chicken porridge, Qiao Zijin, who was so hungry, swallowed her saliva a few times. "Nan Nan, is there any porridge left at home?"
She did not believe Qiao Nan only cooked her father's portion and that there was no extra portion.
