An old man in his sixties was lying beside them. After hearing their conversation, he sighed with envy. "Young chad, your wife is really considerate and generous."
Xu Baohan blushed and glanced at the embarrassed An Lan before explaining in a low voice, "she's not my wife, she's my girlfriend."
"It's true, she treats you so well even when she is just your girlfriend." The old man nodded. "Then you have to cherish her and marry her as soon as possible. Look at my wife, I've been hospitalised for so long and she only knows how to cook vegetables and stew soup every time. I'm sick of it. Doesn't she know that there are still takeout in this world?"
"..."
An Lan felt a little guilty. Actually, eating too much takeout wasn't good for health.
Xu Baohan didn't seem to mind. He turned around and asked An Lan, "how much is it? And the medicine just now too."
